A. Fun in the su--oh right, Foster hates fun, nevermind.
The problem with Poke-Hawai'i Alola is that it has... a lot of sun. A lot of sun.
Of course, the Host's party had been indoors, and Hell wasn't really known for its sunny skies (or... having skies at all...), so this was probably a much-needed breath of fresh air (literally) for most of the Carnival's members.
For those few who had been turned into vampires during the aforementioned party, though, it was incredibly rude.
But Foster, true to form, has come up with a solution.
Since his weakness is to sunlight, he's covered up. In a not-at-all conspicuous full-body Poke-kigu, just like the local Pokemaniacs and Pokefans.
This is not stupid-looking at all(?) and has the added bonus of keeping sand more or less out of the places he doesn't want it while he stomps around the beachfront.
While he is, by and large, a supremely uninterested in anything this world has to offer, there's a small possibility you'll find him harrassing the local wildlife outside Hau'oli City and beyond.
Exhibit A: one (probably not terribly) helpless pyukumuku, which he's got in both hands while he crouches in the sand... squeezing it repeatedly?
Yeah, maybe it's better when he's disinterested.
B. Hey, you... you've got a little.... somethin.... there...
Eventually the sun goes down, and Foster sheds his ridiculous monster costume to walk freely under the cover of night.
But in his shadow is... something else. Or... maybe it's not in his shadow, but attached to it.
He doesn't seem to notice it. It follows him down the main street of Malie city, into the Pokecenter and shops, even into the tall grass, where he really shouldn't be walking on his own anyway. But risk of physical injury always seems to have the opposite effect on him; the riskier the proposition, the more magnetically he's attracted to it, moth to suicidal flame. There's no way he hasn't noticed his malicious stalker, right? After, all it's right there--with its ominous, staring eyes, burning in the dark like two lit cigarettes.
He definitely notices you, glancing out of the corner of his vision to nod, flashing his vampiric pearly whites in a grin.
"H--no, Alola, right? Alola!"
...okay. M... maybe not? Well... on the plus side... it does seem to be scaring the wild Pokemon away.
C. Wild PROMPT appeared!
[Wild PROMPT is undefined! Make shit up. Or hit me at railehatesfun or on Discord at railehatesfun#6621.]
Foster | OTA! | I can't believe they called it haole city.......
The problem with
Poke-Hawai'iAlola is that it has... a lot of sun. A lot of sun.Of course, the Host's party had been indoors, and Hell wasn't really known for its sunny skies (or... having skies at all...), so this was probably a much-needed breath of fresh air (literally) for most of the Carnival's members.
For those few who had been turned into vampires during the aforementioned party, though, it was incredibly rude.
But Foster, true to form, has come up with a solution.
Since his weakness is to sunlight, he's covered up. In a not-at-all conspicuous full-body Poke-kigu, just like the local Pokemaniacs and Pokefans.
This is not stupid-looking at all(?) and has the added bonus of keeping sand more or less out of the places he doesn't want it while he stomps around the beachfront.
While he is, by and large, a supremely uninterested in anything this world has to offer, there's a small possibility you'll find him harrassing the local wildlife outside Hau'oli City and beyond.
Exhibit A: one (probably not terribly) helpless pyukumuku, which he's got in both hands while he crouches in the sand... squeezing it repeatedly?
Yeah, maybe it's better when he's disinterested.
B. Hey, you... you've got a little.... somethin.... there...
Eventually the sun goes down, and Foster sheds his
ridiculousmonster costume to walk freely under the cover of night.But in his shadow is... something else. Or... maybe it's not in his shadow, but attached to it.
He doesn't seem to notice it. It follows him down the main street of Malie city, into the Pokecenter and shops, even into the tall grass, where he really shouldn't be walking on his own anyway. But risk of physical injury always seems to have the opposite effect on him; the riskier the proposition, the more magnetically he's attracted to it, moth to suicidal flame. There's no way he hasn't noticed his malicious stalker, right? After, all it's right there--with its ominous, staring eyes, burning in the dark like two lit cigarettes.
He definitely notices you, glancing out of the corner of his vision to nod, flashing his vampiric pearly whites in a grin.
"H--no, Alola, right? Alola!"
...okay. M... maybe not? Well... on the plus side... it does seem to be scaring the wild Pokemon away.
C. Wild PROMPT appeared!
[Wild PROMPT is undefined! Make shit up. Or hit me at