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"oh the weather outside is frightful,
but I still look delightful!
so as long as I love me so,
let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!"

The song echoed through the old abandon mansion, with a tinge of a (slightly nasal) British accent in the lyrics. It was Tring, of course, floating through the lovely hallways of the old place with garlands and bows and all sorts of other stolen Christmas-y things that he had just come back with from Tao Village. The small town wasn't far from the house, all you had to do was walk down the steep hill it was on and follow the overgrown path for less than ten minutes. Tring really just used ghost travel to get where he wanted, being a frillish. It was a great way to escape with stolen items.

"Faaaaaaliiiiiiismaaaaaaa~!" Tring shouted in a sweet tone into the old building, extending his partner's name to full as his breath would let him. "Darling, I have the decorations this year for the season, and they're just delightful! I've even got a couple stings of lights this year!"

The distinctively vibrant tones of the skitty that walked into the hall were instantly noticed. The young feline was skipping in on her yellow paws, tail swaying gently. There had been a lot of change in her appearance in the past week, her fur was thicker than ever, especially on her chest. "Aah, I see." She said in a happy tone, a small smile on her face. "Wonderful! you've collected so much, thank you oh so very much!"

"Oh sweetheart, the villagers are going crazy this year with decor! It was simple to get. you know how they are, when some deformed pokemon comes to town and claims it's his birthday." Tring laughed. "What fools! I bet the man could tell them golurks were flying over Hoenn and they would believe them, those soft-headed groupies!" He had gone into an all out fit, laughing at how much he could insult the people Tao so easily.

Falisma's red ears perked up happily. "Really? Oh my, I bet there's going to be a party if they're that excited! May we go and see, Tring, oh Please?"

Ting sighed out of his last chuckle, looking at her with his deep red eyes. "Of course dear! Why not?"

XxXxXxXxXx

The twosome were sitting in Falisma's room, trying to decide what to do about this party. They both wanted to go, though the admission, with their reputation, would be hard to get.

"Oh I just adooore parties!" Tring grinned. "The vulnerable people chatting just waiting to get punch dumped on, all the table cloth's I can so simply pull off and cause such havoc..." Falisma Shifted her weight on the hundreds of pillows that rested on the iron frame work, in other words, her bed.

"But we need to be a present for someone to be granted admission! That could be a problem for us if you don't tone down your schemes..." Her voiced quieted as she went on, afraid that he may talk back and regretting her words instantly.

"Oh, that's fine! Team Marquis, remember? They simply love us!"

"They don't seem to..."

"Oh, they're just ....I don't know!"

Falisma hit her paw ageist her face. "well, we're going to have to find someone if we're going to be going to the party"

"Easy! I'll just go into town and find a total stranger to go with us." Tring smiled, reducing himself to a black puddle on the floor. "It'll be easy..." And then he was gone.

Falisma winced as he left. "That's what I was afraid of!"

Part 1: [link]
Part 2: [link]
Part 3: [link]
Part 4: [link]
Part 5: [link]
Part 6: [link]
Ending: [link]

Fist part of E4 for team Tea Time, AND I'M WORKING MYSELF THIS TIME ROUND.
Also, Team Marquis: [link]

Description
Team Tea Time: [link]

"oh the weather outside is frightful,
but I still look delightful!
so as long as I love me so,
let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!"

The song echoed through the old abandon mansion, with a tinge of a (slightly nasal) British accent in the lyrics. It was Tring, of course, floating through the lovely hallways of the old place with garlands and bows and all sorts of other stolen Christmas-y things that he had just come back with from Tao Village. The small town wasn't far from the house, all you had to do was walk down the steep hill it was on and follow the overgrown path for less than ten minutes. Tring really just used ghost travel to get where he wanted, being a frillish. It was a great way to escape with stolen items.

"Faaaaaaliiiiiiismaaaaaaa~!" Tring shouted in a sweet tone into the old building, extending his partner's name to full as his breath would let him. "Darling, I have the decorations this year for the season, and they're just delightful! I've even got a couple stings of lights this year!"

The distinctively vibrant tones of the skitty that walked into the hall were instantly noticed. The young feline was skipping in on her yellow paws, tail swaying gently. There had been a lot of change in her appearance in the past week, her fur was thicker than ever, especially on her chest. "Aah, I see." She said in a happy tone, a small smile on her face. "Wonderful! you've collected so much, thank you oh so very much!"

"Oh sweetheart, the villagers are going crazy this year with decor! It was simple to get. you know how they are, when some deformed pokemon comes to town and claims it's his birthday." Tring laughed. "What fools! I bet the man could tell them golurks were flying over Hoenn and they would believe them, those soft-headed groupies!" He had gone into an all out fit, laughing at how much he could insult the people Tao so easily.

Falisma's red ears perked up happily. "Really? Oh my, I bet there's going to be a party if they're that excited! May we go and see, Tring, oh Please?"

Ting sighed out of his last chuckle, looking at her with his deep red eyes. "Of course dear! Why not?"

XxXxXxXxXx

The twosome were sitting in Falisma's room, trying to decide what to do about this party. They both wanted to go, though the admission, with their reputation, would be hard to get.

"Oh I just adooore parties!" Tring grinned. "The vulnerable people chatting just waiting to get punch dumped on, all the table cloth's I can so simply pull off and cause such havoc..." Falisma Shifted her weight on the hundreds of pillows that rested on the iron frame work, in other words, her bed.

"But we need to be a present for someone to be granted admission! That could be a problem for us if you don't tone down your schemes..." Her voiced quieted as she went on, afraid that he may talk back and regretting her words instantly.

"Oh, that's fine! Team Marquis, remember? They simply love us!"

"They don't seem to..."

"Oh, they're just ....I don't know!"

Falisma hit her paw ageist her face. "well, we're going to have to find someone if we're going to be going to the party"

"Easy! I'll just go into town and find a total stranger to go with us." Tring smiled, reducing himself to a black puddle on the floor. "It'll be easy..." And then he was gone.

Falisma winced as he left. "That's what I was afraid of!"

Part 1: [link]
Part 2: [link]
Part 3: [link]
Part 4: [link]
Part 5: [link]
Part 6: [link]
Ending: [link]

Fist part of E4 for team Tea Time, AND I'M WORKING MYSELF THIS TIME ROUND.
Also, Team Marquis: [link]