Growing these carrot seeds was harder than Oscar expected. Not in regards to the effort required, but rather the amount of time it was taking. Oscar's been at it for weeks, spending more time at Mt. Pyre than he ever thought he would. At first he found the mass grave to be revolting, but over time he found the peaceful grounds to be a calming backdrop for his gardening. 

Yet the more time he spent on the mountain, the more he came to realize how little care was given to the graves. Oscar did some investigating, seeing an opportunity for philanthropy and good press that he just couldn't pass up. Turns out the man who care for the grounds was too old to make it up the mountain, and there was just too much work required to cover everything that needed tending. 

Luckily an interested party was willing to put forth that work, and with a little collaboration this Fund Raiser would be born. They had quite the turn out, more than Oscar thought would appear. While it was well and good that Mt. Pyre would receive some much needed love, Oscar was more than a bit excited to have GMH's name attached to the effort. After all, no one could have too much good press.

Oscar's partner in this endeavor, samuel carter, approached him after his opening speech. Oscar clapped his hands together, smiling at the youth as he approached. "It's my pleasure, really. I am excited to see our efforts pay off. Where shall we begin?"

Oscar looked closely at the layout map, raising an eyebrow at the amount of detail put into it. Did he make this? How much time did h have on his hands--or passion. This place must really mean a lot to him. Oscar looked up when Sam brought up whether Oscar had any pyromaniacs that would enjoy flora disposal, and he smiled as he pulled a pokeball from his belt.

"It just so happens that I have the perfect candidate for this task." Oscar opened the ball, releasing a uniquely colored Chandelure. It's orange body burned brightly with the flames of hell itself, or at least that is what she liked to think. Zule looked to her master, waiting patiently for orders. Oscar slid his hands in his pockets as he addressed the spirit. "You wanna burn some dead grave flowers?" Zule looked up, her body shuddering with anticipation. It was he way of saying 'fuck yeah I do'. 

Oscar gave Sam a thumbs up. "Zule will do a great job. She loves the taste of dead flowers--and despair." Zule began to sway, singing a haunting tune to express her excitement. As this was normal behavior for the ghastly fire type, Oscar seemed unfazed. 

"Lead the way Sam."

samuel carter

Beautiful huh? Oscar took a glance at his off-colored ghost companion. He often forgot how dazzling her flames could be, perhaps because he spends so much time with Zule that the phenomenon has become mundane. Zule seemed more than happy to receive the compliment, swaying back and forth as she giggled with delight. 

Sam brought out a beldum to pull their cart, and Oscar had to admit that using one of these sturdy steel babies seemed a lot more efficient than using other kinds of worker pokemon. Oscar walked along side the cart as they set off, doing his best to listen to Sam while making sure none of the flowers fell off during their assent. 

"That's a damn good idea. I mean like, you gotta keep supply up somehow right? Flowers can be fuckin' expensive." He should know, he spent a small fortune getting route 110 looking decent during its revival. You think Team Rocket is evil? Go shopping for flowers, shit's legal robbery right there.

Eventually they made it to the graves, and thus the real work began. As they went from gravestone to gravestone, Oscar would pick up the dead or dying flowers and feed them into Zule's head-flame. Zule would happily burn them up and feast on the despair of the grieving and once the new flowers were placed they'd move on. Knowing how big Mt. Pyre was, Oscar would actually get an idea of how daunting their task was. To avoid going insane, he would attempt to engage Sam in casual conversation.

"So uh, what made you wanna take over around here? Like, where did the passion to spruce up Mt. Pyre come from?"

samuel carter

Oscar found his expression softening as he received his answer. He was surprisingly content with the answer, I mean it was as good a goal as any. Oscar didn't keep his thoughts to himself, when given the chance he responded to Sam in a noticeably soft tone. 

"I think that's a very noble purpose. That's something everyone could get behind--at least ideally it is." Sometimes ideals were discarded during times of war, tossed aside in favor of quick victories and delivering pain--from one side to another. With Hoenn perpetually on the cusp of all-out war, Oscar secretly hoped that Mt. Pyre would be spared during the future conflict.

As they proceeded, Oscar suddenly realized where they had traveled and gasped. He had nearly forgotten to water his carrot patch, and they were coming upon it rather quickly. Oscar put his hand out, looking apologetically toward Sam.

"Um, forgive me for this pause--but is it alright if we make a detour?"

samuel carter

With permission from his companion, Oscar would lead his party slightly east toward the edge of the mountain. Zule would continue to eat flowers on the way, cooing with every dried petal. She seemed to be enjoying herself, a fact Oscar was grateful for. She always seemed rather bored hanging around the pent house with the others. He should consider bringing her here more often.

They would eventually make it to Oscar's carrot plot, which he would approach hurriedly. To his surprise, something seemed to be growing out of the dirt! It was a faint sprout, but it was something! Oscar suddenly became excited, fussing over the plot as he tried to reveal more of the plant. Indeed, the carrot seemed to be blooming. A most marvelous discovery! 

Oscar stood, cracking his back as he sighed contently. He turned to Sam, his expression a mix of joy and relaxation. "I'm gonna spend some time with my carrot here. Why don't you take Zule and finish the rest of the graves. She can find her way back to me."

samuel carter

CONGRATULATIONS!

REAP YOUR HARVEST!

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YOUR HARVEST COMES EARLY. returning to this mountainscape cold cave gifts you with more than just goosebumps. where the seeds were planted are shaderoot carrots: a long twisted vegetables black with gloom.

it comes as a surprise that these seeds have actually grown into something. despite their hardy nature, is such a place like this appropriate for the growing of produce? nevertheless, hoenn's land is fertile. perhaps, it is due to the tapu bulu's reawakening— or something else, like an aged bioenergy attempting to course through once dormant veins.

as you pluck the carrots, you can't help but feel like you're being watched.

to move on to the next step, you must create one more thread in MT. PYRE. you can participate with another character, should you so desire. once you (and your partner, if you have one) have posted, please post in MODERATION REQUESTS. afterward, shiv will post what you must do.

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