[Crafting, invite] A dress for the lady.

[Bailin]

“Please enter my humble home, my fair lady.” Bailin said smiling gently as he opened the door for Saskia. “I think Mitsu will be around soon, so how about a tour of the … safer places in my humble home? I am honoured you’re going to the ball with me; I’m really looking forward to it. ”

Looking at the pink haired lady in front of him, she as a lot shorter than he was but that wasn’t to be any problem as far as Bailin was concerned. Her eyes were like gemstones, drawing attention to her eyes and accentuating her face, something that caught Bailin’s eye when the two of them had met.


“So about that tour, it’s fairly simple: kitchen is over there, obviously, that’s the bathroom, not that great but I guess it works, so it’s not that bad. There’s the bedroom, also empty, like the living room. Those are the safer rooms, so to speak. There’s the laboratory, best avoid that one and through there’s the forge and garage. The garden isn’t that safe either, unless you want to end up in a trench or in a pile of mud.” He grinned as he pointed out all the rooms. Now he had managed to get a date for the winter ball, he sure wasn’t planning on losing her due to some silly accident in his home while they waited for Mitsu to arrive.


“Can I offer you a drink, my fair lady? I’m afraid I don’t have much at the moment, for some reason I still am not able to find some proper time to do some proper shopping.” He spoke, bowing gently with a smile.


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OC: I am more or less done with this thread as I don't need a dress and such ;) So enjoy :)

Mitsuru Kirishima, Saskia

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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The galloping steed kicked up bits of dirt and rock as Saskia and Bailin made their way down the highway. Saskia held reigns tightly as she embraced the wild waves as the horse roamed through the forest and hills and deep valleys that led to the road by the housing district in Londiminium. 


It was a long journey. One filled with laughter, excitement, and fond memories as the two shared gentle stories about their experience in this whole new world. She felt a soft glow in her chest when in the company of the gentleman. 


He was a very well-mannered individual with exquisite tastes in fine clothing. Refined and very polished, to boot. He ignited in her a sense of adventure, motivating her to make goals and mold herself in this new world. She was enthused by his excitement and thrill for adventure. She also appreciated his mature mannerisms and sense of chivalry.


They arrived at the location that Bailin had gave directions to and Saskia had dismounted the horse along with Bailin and tied it to a wooden fence by the river, making sure to give the animal a long leash so that he could drink from the river if need be. She followed Bailin as he led her up the stairs.


“Please enter my humble home, my fair lady.” Bailin said smiling gently as he opened the door for Saskia. “I think Mitsu will be around soon, so how about a tour of the … safer places in my humble home? I am honoured you’re going to the ball with me; I’m really looking forward to it. ”



Saskia smiled politely at Bailin, her chin held high in an elegant demeanor. Her iron lonsword was sheathed, and a smooth palm rested on the surface of the silver hilt. Her shield was attached to her back as she nodded her head slightly. She was usually accustomed to living in villas and large mansions in the real world, so the house seemed...small in comparison. However, it was the man's home and far more than Saskia could ever afford currently.

She gave the man his due respect for the accomplishment of being an official home owner in the world of Elder Tales. This meant that he held very diligent qualities and could save his gold towards a worthy cause. Saskia smiled at the generous thought and entered the room, her metal greaves striking upon the surface as she listened intently to Bailin's brief tour of his home. 

“So about that tour, it’s fairly simple: kitchen is over there, obviously, that’s the bathroom, not that great but I guess it works, so it’s not that bad. There’s the bedroom, also empty, like the living room. Those are the safer rooms, so to speak. There’s the laboratory, best avoid that one and through there’s the forge and garage. The garden isn’t that safe either, unless you want to end up in a trench or in a pile of mud.”

Saskia raised a curious brow which drew a single arch upon her smooth forehead. 


Oi, where's all this guys stuff? I thought he was loaded! What type of foul play is this! Does he take me for some cheap harlot! Why, I never!


Silent insecurities played in the back of her mind. She began to indulge more into her wilds thoughts when mention of a laboratory was brought up. 


Oh no, maybe he's some type of mad scientist and him and his friends are going to dissect me and turn me into a zombie! NOOOO! But I don't like brains...although...they do sound pretty chewy now that I think about it. *Cackles wildly in the realms of her own mind.*  Perhaps I'll have some of his...

Saskia snaps back to reality for a brief moment to indulge in idle chatter. 


"A Laboratory? Well, that's certainly interesting Bailin. I didn't know you were a man of many talents. Might I ask what projects you have been indulging in, Mr. Mad Scientist?" Saskia chuckled innocently as she walked around the room, spinning around gracefully, finding the empty home rather refreshing now. 


"And you mentioned a forge and a garage, didn't you? Is it just you who lives here, or do you share all those skills yourself? A jack of all trades in the apprentice subclass perhaps? Maybe the protege of some skilled Mechanics and Smithy's?" Saskia inquired nodding her head, before realizing that he had begun to invite her to a drink. That had reminded her of her talents as a brewer. Well, the talents she was supposed to have, but she never bothered raising the skill, yet. 


"Why, certainly Sir Bailin, I would love to share drinks with such a charming gentleman. A glass of wine would do fine." Saskia smirked. She had no intentions of making him aware that she was a brewer just yet. 

Glancing around, she decided to pulse out her hand, and a portal emerged, a interface screen erupting from it. Her eyes began to glance over her stat parameters as she studied them for a moment. Comparing her health to his. She was superior in terms of health and defense and began to wonder about the nature of his class. But figured she'd save that question for another time as she had already inquired about so much already.  

"I certainly hope your friend is a punctual person, I really am excited to be able to see his work. You spoke very highly of him." 
 

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED:None
Words: 779
OOC: 



TAGS: Bailin Mitsuru Kirishima

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[Mitsuru Kirishima]

Mitsu was running everywhere nowadays since he started doing some tailor work for the people called adventurers. He was always called on a request or on something else. If he wasn't in town he was out of town, if he wasn't sleeping, he was sewing, if he wasn't eating he was sketching dresses and outfits. He never thought it would be such a demanding work. Most of his requests were asked for this famous Ball which was being prepared. Everyone was such in a hurry for him to finish the work. They called it the "Winter Ball" and apparently, it was a big thing in this game. Well, it's true it could be the opportunity for him to meet new people. At the moment he had really only met that funny and very well-mannered Bailin. That guy was one hell of an original one.

Speaking of work he was preparing his own suit for the Ball. He had decided to join Bailin for this event which was looking as to be very amusing. He pushed away the drawings with boredom, yawned and glanced at the sky. At least something was good in doing such work, it kept the fact that he was stuck in this world out of his mind. This was indeed one strange event, how could they be trapped ? How was it possible that for one second he was in front of his computer screen and the other second he was inside the game ? Apparently he wasn't the only one not knowing what had happened that day. How were his friends doing ? Was his family worried about anything ? While thinking, he grasped the grass firmly as someone would in anger.

He shook his head from left to right several times as to forget what he had just thought about. His grip loosened. Speaking of which, he had started getting familiar with the system in this world, or as we could imagine at least the basics. Mitsu was a fast learner and has always been a curious person. He wanted to get going and travel in different areas to gain experience and discover new places. Making new friends and companions was maybe the first step to get to that point.

His eyes open wide as he just realized the time it was on his HUD. He dived to his knees to get the papers he had pushed away earlier, shoving them in his bag in a hurry. He dove into his thoughts while getting ready mechanically.

Oh no ! I'm going to be late, I can't be late he's counting on me...

Bailin had told him about the date he had gotten earlier this week. Mitsu' was relieved for him even though he had no one. However, it did seem Bailin was a man who had already been in this world, and if not he seemed familiar with it. Therefore, it sounded logical for him to get a date before Mitsu'. Anyway, maybe there would be people going at the Ball on their own just like himself ?

He jumped on the back of his horse, it was fairly simple to travel in this game as well. He had never been a horse rider in real life, but it almost seemed natural for him to do so in here. He snapped the reigns and the horse bolted at full speed, the boy clung to the reigns tightly.

"Oooooooh ! Waaaait ! ..."

He finally arrived in front of that cozy little house next to the river and that cute little water mill to power the house. He sprung off his horse which dematerialized in little but yet magnificent shards of all sorts of colors of a rainbow. He jolted the door with his clenched fist, but without waiting any longer opened the door brutally, jumping in the middle of the living-room.

"Why, certainly Sir Bailin, I would love to [...] a charming gentleman. A glass of wine would do fine."

He arrived in the middle of a discussion and swung his eyes from left to right and right to left slowly. He was completely out of breath, panting like someone who had run for a while. His hands on his knees and his back bent he whispered of happiness.

"I'm on time... I'm on time..."

Although he wasn't really, exactly, subatomically on time because the minute hand had just changed when he had knocked on the door. After catching up his breath and irrupting in the middle ,of what we could call a romantic tea party, he decided to present himself quickly as this tailoring request was one of his most important. He had no time in discussing, Bailin had told him in in game voice call that is was let me quote : "Of an urgent matter !". His red eyes however couldn't get off of Saskia's hair and eyes. They were captivating, mesmerizing, that fluorescent pink was unnatural yet exquisite. It was as if a spell had been casted on her. He shook his head again for the second time in the day. He wasn't allowed to look at a women like that. Bailin was on a date with... with her. He stuttered :

"Pleased... Pleased to meet you ! I'm Mitsu', I am the one who is going to craft your dress."

He turned his head towards Bailin who was suited like a sir, then towards Saskia who was dressed as a warrior and gave a thought about the situation. He could be killed for what he had just done. He hoped there would be no misunderstanding on his stuttering and on the rest.

He smiled in embarrassment and added his right hand behind his head while almost closing his eyes and started a little nervous laugh. He then proceeded to bow in front of them asking out loud in enthusiasm.


"What dress would you like me to craft ? Please give me as many details as you can and I'll try drawing them to give you a final look on the ideas you gave me ! "

He kind of always felt a bit clumsy in these situations and hoped a smile could sort them out. He kept his chest bowed waiting for a sign to straighten up. His bag was at his feet, and some of his sketches were peeking out of it. He was always that sort of kid who could change from one emotion to another and always there to try and make a situation less awkward. Although right now it wasn't going really well.

Words: 1090
Tags: Saskia Bailin

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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Saskia began to help herself to a glass of wine, pouring as crimson read slightly bubbly liquid into the glass, filling it about one third of the way. She had been used to tasting many various wines, as she went to many wine tasting events. As she held the wine glass in a refined manner from her gauntlet, as nursed the glass to her cherry coated lips, and began to take a tiny sip, letting the rich flavor of the grapes and wood caress her pink tongue. She gave a subtle nod of approval as she glanced at the glass, suddenly, the reflection in the glass showed a rather clumsy fellow burst through the door.


"I'm on time... I'm on time..."

He seemed to be in quite a hurry. Bloody stairs must have gotten to him. Saskia loathed stairs, and thought they were the bane Saskia's no workout plan. A bit of bullimia would solve all that! Hey, girls got to keep her shape somehow, and getting sweaty for hours or running in a plastic bag wasn't Hope's cup of tea. 


Saskia chuckled as a pearly white smile sparkled and her long eyelashes blinked at the male as she observed his features. He had shimmering platinum blonde hair and crimson blood red eyes that matched the color of her wine. She couldn't stop gazing at them, as she never before seen red eyes, so they held some type of captivating allure.


Oh no...I better stop staring before Sir Bailin thinks me a Harlot! Still he is rather handsome. Looks a it young though, and I'm no cougar! That's my mum! Dating young scottish men. My father was only 18 when he met her and she was tipping on the edge of thirty! 

"Pleased... Pleased to meet you ! I'm Mitsu', I am the one who is going to craft your dress."

His voice held a youthful and diligent nature. Polite and humble in nature, however, Saskia blinked in astonishment as if she had just been conned at a million dollar poker game. She paused, glancing at her date for the night, the handsome devil, Mr. Bailin, then stared at Mitsu' in disbelief, her hand holding this glass, slightly more looser, and her mouth open a bit, as if wanting to say something, but holding her tongue as she squinted her eyes in deep thought.

Oi, did Bailin just hire a bloody chinamen to tailor my dress? What type of Chinese sweatshop is this! I thought was dress has being handwoven by a Frenchman! 

Her condescending thoughts began to spike as she began to worry about the quality of clothing that could be produced from this...foreigner.

"Ahem...Y-Yes, Sir Bailin did mention to me that an exceptionally talented tailor in Londiminium was adept at making dresses and could fill an order before the Winter ball. So, I take it you will be our hero of the night in getting this dress made in a timely manner then." Saskia feigned a dashing smile as she sipped from her glass in mild intrigue. "It certainly is a pleasure, Mister Mistu', I am Lady Saskia, daughter of Lady Margaret Hightower of the House of Hightower in Gloucestorshire. So, Mitsu, was it? That's a...odd name for a Frenchman."

Maybe he's a mutt. Half french. Half Asian. Frasian! That's it he's Frasian! He's probably French-Korean! Slimy sweatshop boy!




"What dress would you like me to craft ?"

Not a god damn thing, you bloody chink, you ain't laying a finger on my gown, you can take your cheap dresses and wear them yourself on tranny tuesdays, you little bugger! 

"Please give me as many details as you can and I'll try drawing them to give you a final look on the ideas you gave me ! "


Saskia nodded her head a few times, inhaling deeply, as she shot out her left arm and flipped her wrist, making the inside of her palm face the sky, she began to curl her fingers outward as if summoning some massive energy, her sapphire crystal blue eyes began to shimmer white as the interface menu bursts from her palms, uploading a large virtual array of information, data, and statistics in the middle of the living room. 


She sipped once more from the glass as she patiently navigated through the menu using the tips of her left fingers. She selected the "Inventory" menu, then began to access her "Miscellaneous Items", then pressed on an item called "Rose Pourpre de français"


Suddenly, a spinning canvas, began to spin slowly and elegantly and rest against the wall, potraying a beautiful purple dress.


"It's a concept I've had for some time now. I got my inspiration while shopping at a lot of the designer stores in France. It's made of fine silk and as you can see it has floral accents  here, here, and here..." Saskia mentions pointing at the drawing, following the areas that she highlights in her words. "and it tight around the waist. The threading directs most of the attention towards the waistline, while it still holds a manner of sophistication, only revealing the elegance of one's shoulders." 


"I rather like the design near the bust, as it looks like rose petals, and also gives room to show off fine jewelry without exposing too much cleavage like some Harlot..."

"So, Mr. Mitsu, how do you feel about it?" Saskia cocked up a brow, rising in a single semi-permiscuous arch, as she sipped from her glass, smirking at Bailin. 

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED:None
Words:859
OOC:- Saskia's Dress 



TAGS: Mitsuru Kirishima Bailin

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[Mitsuru Kirishima]

Mitsu's white hair danced a he straightened up his back after bowing to the two young adults in front of him. He then proceeded to kneel quickly on the ground as he caught a glimpse of his sketches running out of his bag. He didn't want anyone to see his sketches and especially his outfit for the Winter Ball. He wandered in his thoughts while doing so. She was amazingly pretty, how did Bailin find such a woman ? Maybe because of his manners ? His posture maybe ? Maybe because he seemed older mentally speaking and women liked that kind of man ? Did girls also like extroverted and joyful men ? He snapped back to reality and turned his head towards the woman as she spoke, his eyes gazed into hers and a vague smile slipped onto his lips.

"Ahem...Y-Yes, Sir Bailin did mention to me that an exceptionally talented tailor in Londiminium was adept at making dresses and could fill an order before the Winter ball. So, I take it you will be our hero of the night in getting this dress made in a timely manner then ."

The two adventurers standing in front of him surely had something in common. What was it...? He brought his right hand behind his head. He was unease at compliments and Bailin didn't retain saying good of him. Mitsu' began blushing and had a

"It certainly is a pleasure, Mister Mistu', I am Lady Saskia, daughter of Lady Margaret Hightower of the House of Hightower in Gloucestorshire. "

There it was ! They were both extremely polite and something rich people often are... They sounded like true adults, why would people speak that way when they weren't old ? He gave it a second thought. Her facial expressions didn't seem convinced of him being a tailor maybe of sort of cheap tailor who didn't really care about the quality ? He shifted his upper body from left to right and brought his right hand to his chin holding it slightly with both thumb and index.

Was Bailin and Saskia aristocrats ? People of the upper class society ? The way they talked, their mimics could hint to that possibilty. Anyway, who cares ? Mitsu' certainly didn't, he found it funny the way they spoke, it was a very poshy way to do so. That made him show a slight smile.

"So, Mitsu, was it? That's a...odd name for a Frenchman."

His red gaze suddenly slipped off Saskia's face, hit the floor and then tried to find objects to cling to. He was fleeing eye contact. Painful feelings deep within emerged. His heart rate started racing, he could hear the beats pounding fiercely in his chest. A hollow smile appeared trying to camouflage the old reminiscences as he closed his eyes. He shook his head slowly from left to right as to sway those thoughts and took a deep breath . He opened his eyes wide, as if he had just woken up and heard the question. He mimicked a smile as he ran his right hand through his hair stopping behind his head and answered.

"Oh yes... Sorry... Hmm... I was born in France but my Dad was American and my mother Korean on the other side. Mitsu' has the meaning of light..."

By other side he meant outside of the game. In the real life. Even though there wasn't any one really.
He checked the ceiling as to bring the attention to something else in the conversation. He had a kind smile, the past was as it was and nothing could change it. He scratched the back of his head and gave a friendly look at Saskia. He wasn't here to cause any problems or an awkward situation.

She seemed a bit hesitating on the fact that he would be her tailor for the upcoming event which was Winter Ball. That was a good thing. Thinking about it, why would you trust a kid in tailoring ? Mitsu' wasn't really a kid he did have 21 years old, but his features and habits did seem more childish and innocent maybe ? The best part in someone not trusting you and having a biased opinion on you is that you can make them change their mind. You can show them how wrong they were.
That was the best part, it was challenge and he loved challenges. If someone was waiting something out of Mitsu he would always give his best shot to it. He liked to impress people and earn their respect or better their friendship.

It appeared she was looking for something in her inventory. In a quick instant a spinning canvas appeared before attaching itself to the wall in a funny yet elegant way. His red wide open eyes followed the magic as his mouth slightly opened itself in astonishment. The drawing and concept of the dress was a chef d'oeuvre. Was she a tailor ? No that was one stupid question, if she was she would have made the dress herself. He slid his right index through the air and looked up his HUD displaying information concerning her character profile. This technique seemed a bit like cheating like being able to get some quick information on the other person, but he was curious. She was a Cavalier and a Brewer, that was an original combo. However she wasn't tailor even if that was confirmed since she had requested one.

His eyes focused back on the canvas and listened carefully at her explications he was filled with wonder. This dress was going a real challenge to make.

"It's a concept I've had for some time now. I got my inspiration while shopping at a lot of the designer stores in France. It's made of fine silk [...]The threading directs most of the attention towards the waistline, while it still holds a manner of sophistication, only revealing the elegance of one's shoulders. I rather like the design near the bust, as it looks like rose petals, and also gives room to show off fine jewelry without exposing too much cleavage like some Harlot..."

The dress was symbol of elegance. The dress was in a dark berry purple silk, the flowery design around the breasts was following down the stomach line with enough spacing to suggest a little dark clothing. The breast were well highlighted with such a design yet it wasn't rude or suggesting anything else. The long sleeve gloves just slightly over the elbow was a brilliant idea, without mentioning that the dress revealed just enough skin for it to be chic a classy. Mitsu' could picture her inside and his eyes sparkled with excitement. The soft fabric would perfectly grace her feminine body which - let's not hide it - was a celestial beauty. It was like a fantasy dress you could only see in Anime's or read in books... She would be like a princess in her gown.

"So, Mr. Mitsu, how do you feel about it ?"

He felt good about it, he felt excited, he felt like a child amazed in front of all the presents under the Christmas tree. His lips wore a wide smile and a little laugh. He joined his hands as he spoke out.

"This is amazing ! I love the design going from the breasts all the way down to the middle petal. And the skin is revealed just as it should making the dress a wonderful one, the sleeved gloves are gorgeous. I have a question however, is the back revealed as well ? Would you like it to be ?"

He paused and took a deep breath. He hesitated in saying the rest but he

"I would also like to know if you intend to keep that flower in the middle ? I don't mean to sound rude and the dress is very pretty. I think it's a bit bulky compared to the rest of the dress ? Am I am unsure of what I am suggesting and you are the final one to decide."

He brought his hand to his chin trying to picture the dress without that rose petal in the middle and all the threading around the waist. He was unsure and thought it was a good idea in asking precisions. He added will a diligent tone yet joyful tone.

"I'll do what you ask and you will get the dress as you want it. I will do my best for you to have the most elegant and delicate dress for the Ball !"

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Tags: Saskia Bailin

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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Saskia smirked with an air of confidence as the young French-Korean Half-Alv Tailor seemed to be quite elated at the sight of of her portrait while at the same time grinning wildly and giggling like a schoolgirl. In a rather excited and noisy manner, he clapped his hands together which echoed throughout the empty room. 



"This is amazing ! I love the design going from the breasts all the way down to the middle petal. And the skin is revealed just as it should making the dress a wonderful one, the sleeved gloves are gorgeous. I have a question however, is the back revealed as well ? Would you like it to be ?"


A wide smile graced itself upon the heavenly goddess's face. She blushed bashfully, but in an appropriate manner as to not to be considered disrespectful to Sir Bailin. 


Well, it's nice to know we share the same tastes. He's a pretty sharp mind. And doesn't hold back on the compliments either, I see! 

He paused and took a deep breath. He hesitated in saying the rest but he



"I would also like to know if you intend to keep that flower in the middle ? I don't mean to sound rude and the dress is very pretty. I think it's a bit bulky compared to the rest of the dress ? Am I am unsure of what I am suggesting and you are the final one to decide."


Hope: Oi, what the hell did that bloody chink say about our dress!?! 

Elizabeth: Dear heavens, I do believe the cheeky bastard was insulting our beautiful master piece...

Her Royal Majesty: OFF WITH HIS HEAD!!!

Lady Steelheart: Yes, your majesty, shall I grease up the guillotine? 

Hope: Oi, let me at him! I'll smashed his little face in with this wine and have him crying out the shards of glass, I will! 

Elizabeth: Oh my, that certainly sounds dreadful. How about we just hogtie the poor boy and go for a ride in the desert on our horse until his skin scrapes off! 

All four in unison: -Maniacal laughter-, followed by a sharp, silent glare at Mistu', a burning malice in their eyes. 


Saskia tapped rather nervously on the hilt of her blade, fidgeting with it more a moment as her left eye involuntarily twitched violently at the insult. She winced at the thought of embarassing herself in front of Bailin, and went to set her wine glass down and began to fan herself using both hands as she squinted as if staring down a bright light at the end of a tunnel.

"Pardon me, just had a wee bit of dust in my eye." Saskia proclaimed with a rather cheeky grin upon her lips as she returned her slender fingers to the wine glass, taking the occasional sip in between Mistu's words. 

The blonde haired Half-Alv began to touch his chin with his hand in wonder, possibly trying to conceptualize the dress by deleting Saskia's beautful rose petal as he glanced at it that that painfully goofy grin.  Saskia was shouting violent curses to horrible to post for virgin eyes as he added will a confident and enthusiastic tone. 


"I'll do what you ask and you will get the dress as you want it. I will do my best for you to have the most elegant and delicate dress for the Ball !"

Saskia smirked mischieviously as she nodded at the craftsman as he marketed his abilities. She sniffed roughly before tilting her snobby nose in the air. 

"Well, first things first, we're keeping the rose! I think it looks rather lovely just where it is. As for the back...well yes, that's what I intended."

Saskia looked once more to the beautiful portrait as she began to finish her glass of wine. 

"So, you think you can have it ready by the time of the Ball?" 

Saskia inquired with a rather skeptical expression. 

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED:None
Words:504
OOC:-Saskia's Dress



TAGS: Mitsuru Kirishima Bailin

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[Mitsuru Kirishima]

At first he glanced with a smile, Saskia's seemed to be satisfied with the speech Mitsu held about the dress when he was describing it. His red sight even caught the blushing that had occurred after his compliments, it made him kindly smile.

At least I'm sure she is completely satisfied with what see had in mind.

However her face and attitude quickly shifted after he had suggested modifying a part of the dress. He was unsure of the modification and had just expressed a vague suggestion. However her reaction to it was starting to freak him out. His eyes switched quickly from her hands to her facial expression. This was definitely not a good sign. It seemed as if she was getting extremely nervous or even angry. The general atmosphere in the room was kind of becoming gloomy. Mitsu saw the finger of the woman tapping on the hilt of her blade and at that specific moment it sent him a shiver down his spine. He shouted in his mind in panic :

This is over... I'm going to die... I'm going to die ! Why did I suggest this modification ?! It was just an idea don't kill me !

He gently and slowly lifted his hands palms facing Saskia as to surrender. He had an awkward smile a mixture between nervous and mercy. His head was a tiny bit tilted to the right. He didn't really understand why such a reaction had showed up. He had just expressed a tiny little suggestion and was even unsure. The time had seemed to stop and his heart starting pounding against his chest and then she spoke.

"Pardon me, just had a wee bit of dust in my eye."

He lifted an eyebrow in disbelief and started lowering his hands. Was that really going to be the excuse ? How could someone fall for that ? He sighed in relief as the situation seemed to settle down. Good, he wasn't going to die today apparently.

"Well, first things first, we're keeping the rose! I think it looks rather lovely just where it is. As for the back...well yes, that's what I intended."

She had expressed the will to keep the dress as it was meant to be originally and he nodded in satisfaction. First, it would make him have less work and that was a good point. Second, it would make him just follow the already made concept and therefore referring to the first point have him do less work. All in all it was a good thing she didn't want to alter the initial idea.

"So, you think you can have it ready by the time of the Ball?"

He replied right away as to no longer get her in that previous freaky state. His stuttered the beginning of the sentence and then spoke naturally with a joyful tone.


"Of co...course it will ! It'll be ready on time Saskia no need to worry ! I'll start with the measurements !"

He smiled happily until he realised he had to take the measurements...This was going to be awkward.... Awfully awkward He had done it with Bailin for the first time but it wasn't the same context. She was a girl of approximately his age maybe older ? He never knew, it always occurred to him that it was hard to guess a girl's age. Furthermore she was really nice looking. He sunk his hand searching for the measurement tape and a piece of fabric to write down the measurements and wandered in his thoughts panicking like child who has to show his grade to his parents.

I just need to take measurements... It's only measurements... Shit I am going to die ! She is going to kill me this time !

He started blushing as he toke a first step towards Saskia, maybe she was used in having someone take her measurements on the other side ? Maybe she even had the measurements already in her head. No that wouldn't be correct. Most players would have them changed to what they would like the most. He had to do it. He was somewhat embarrassed about having to do so. But it was his crafting class and he had to be a bit professional about it. He closed his eyes, shook his head and sighed deeply. It was going to be the first time he would have to make something directly touching the bodice of a woman and therefore he had to take every single possible measurement. She wanted a tight dress and for that he had to take tight measurements.

He smiled in kind of an embarrassment as he looked away. Who wouldn't be timid in needed to talk a girl's measurements for the first time ? He tried hiding his apprehension of the situation and showed broad yet noticeably timid smile. He then added :

"Please excuse me for having to do this. It's might be a bit embarrassing. Do you want to do this infront of Balin ?"

This was getting out of control he was getting clumsy even in his words, he just had to do this and after it would be almost done... He would just have to craft the entire dress. The measurements was maybe the hardest part of it all...
He walked towards her with the piece of fabric and the measurement tape hesitantly.

Words: 876
Tags: Saskia Bailin
OOC : Sorry Bailin, had to do this transitional post. If i hadn't i would have needed to control Saskia's character and I hate doing so.

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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"Of co...course it will ! It'll be ready on time Saskia no need to worry ! I'll start with the measurements !"


Saskia glared at the mischievious looking Tailor as he spoke in an overly excited manner. She frowned slightly due to his awkward nature, and began to squint her eyes in distaste. She twisted her lips to the left side for a moment, and began to size Mitsu' up before shrugging and exhaling a sigh. Before strecthing out with a yawn, she was still a bit weary from the battle they endured before arriving and she really just wished to take a long nap, preferrably snuggled next to Bailin, but alas there was only the floor, and that's not comfortable at all. 

I wonder how long Bailin and his friends have been living like this...how the hell do they get any sleep? This is ridiculous. I'm going to have to take him furniture shopping or something sometime. No way am I allowing him to sleep on the floor! He needs a comfy soft bed or he's going to mess up his spine! 



Saskia seemed to be wondering in thought as she glanced over at Bailin with a concerned expression. Her ears twitching lightly at Kuna's remark. 


"Please excuse me for having to do this. It's might be a bit embarrassing. Do you want to do this infront of Bailin ?"


Oi, I think that scrawny little asshole is calling us fat! 


Yes, I certainly must agree. There is nothing to be embarassed about! I have athe body of a GODDESS! He should wear gloves before his filthy chink fingers even touch me! He should worship the very ground I walk on! Gaaahhhh, this fills me with such....RAAAAAAAAGE! 

Saskia left eye would begin to twitch violently as she closed her eyes to try to conceal her anger, failing miserably as her left hand that held the wine glass, gripped it tightly, squeezing with more and more pressure, until finally the glass burst in her hand. Luckily, being an in-game items, it just dissolved into particles of anima dust similiar to what would have been achieved with a "Destroy Item" command. 


Saskia gritted her teeth showing no remorse for the broken glass as she simply scowled, muttering a few words to Kuna. 


"Let's just get on with it...." 


The aura in the would would feel heated as the escalation of her intimidation factor burst through the roof. Some would say you could even begin to feel the sweat drip down your face as the room began to cook like a sauna. Saskia folded her arms and furried her brow. As she opened her eyes, their was a menacing blue flame that burned bright in her eyes, striking fear into the hearts of man, as an explosion of an interface menu first infront of Kuna's face, possibly causing him to panic, as a moment later she punched in the air inches before his face, and selected an alternative style of dress as her shiny and heavy platemail armor began to dissolve and reform into Civilian Clothes that fit tight around her. 


She unbuckled the jacket, as well as her belt that had her scabbard attached to it and dropped both to the floor as she squinted her eyes at Kuna, then the measuring tape. 

"Let's finish what we started...I'm starting to get sleepy and we still need to find Bailin a bed for his home. " 

She raised her arms, lifting them up delicately like an angel, though wearing a very conflicting glare that was aimed at Kuna as if to say "Get too touchy feely and you die!" 


"Oi, Try to cop a feel and I'll break off your fingers at the knuckles and jab them through your eyeballs!" Saskia declared in a sharp, cutting edge, of a Scottish accent. 


He better keep them grubby paws right where I can see them...

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED:None
Words: 607
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TAGS: Bailin Mitsuru Kirishima

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[Mitsuru Kirishima]

I swear she's getting on my nerves...

She was without a doubt the hardest client to deal with. So many misunderstandings occurred in just this tailoring request. His red eyes zipped quickly to Bailin, back to Saskia. With a hopeless sigh he shrugged. He had to stay calm for the sake of Bailin. He really wanted to have Mitsu make the dress, he had to stay a bit professional.

I'm doing this only for Bailin ! He seemed such in a hurry for me to help. I wonder why after seeing her attitude.

She had broken the glass and seemed really pissed off by the situation. The only thing she was managing to do it harden his work, make the atmosphere unpleasant, and lower his efficiency in the task. Though she wasn't the only responsible, it seemed he had just made a little misunderstanding. Her left eye started twitching violently, she tried once more to conceal it but it was a total fail. Mitsu' perceived it as if she was just having a mental breakdown, which wasn't a good sign neither for him or her for the measurement part. He sighed again. His body jolted backwards when he heard the noise of the glass breaking in her hands. The multicolored anima shards flew slowly in the air as if the time had stopped.

She's a complete psycho... Why the hell did Bailin ask me to do her dress ? What have I done to earn this ? She hates me ! She just wants to kill me... She wants to rip off my arm and then impale me with it...

"Let's just get on with it...." she muttered

"Sure thing." he answered with a smile.

He didn't have any intention of making this anymore awkward as it had to be. He started approaching but then again jolted backwards and a tiny tear of sweat slide from his temple to his chin.

"Woaah !" he exclaimed at that instant moving one step backwards.

She had just punched in the air inches before his face. She was definitely mad and trying to pick a quarrel with him. Her deep blue eyes stroke his blood color pupils. During that instant he dove into them. He felt anger, he felt danger as in she wanted to harm him or just scare him maybe. He was maybe wrong but he felt that she wouldn't do so ? That part was only an intuition but he felt that she wasn't as dangerous as that... Maybe she was ? Only the future would tell. He decided to try and shift the atmosphere in a more delightful and enjoyable one by fainting a smile. He was rather good at faking smiles because of several events.

Saskia proceeded in changing her clothes and decided to wear something much more comfy. He thought, that it was a wise choice considering the situation. She still had her blade but it seemed she wouldn't get away from it for a penny. She expressed her will to end this quickly and he totally agreed to that decision. He nodded, got closer to her but kept his awareness and guard up. She was a rather impulsive person and that, he could see clear. Even her conflicting glare suggested him to beware of any possible wrong moves on his side or misperceived on her side. He slipped behind her rapidly to get to business. Enough time had been lost around all of these misunderstandings and he had to get to work.

"Oi, Try to cop a feel and I'll break off your fingers at the knuckles and jab them through your eyeballs!"

He was intimidated, he was scared, but he had to stand strong or he wouldn't be able to get the work done. However, he couldn't retain the smile which was creeping in the right corner of his mouth as he added with detectable noted defying irony. He whispered not far from her left ear. 

"You could always try..."

A dark mist started surrounding his body although unperceivable at this extent. However a darkish aura could be felt. He was an heretic after all. Thus the Miasma could release itself in several circumstances, uncontrolled. Mitsu' himself didn't notice first of all because it was the first time it occurred and maybe because he was kind of pissed by the situation and the attitude of the girl?

The boy was only a several inches close to the "French shopping" girl's back, for his nose twitched discreetly as he inhaled unnoticeably the air surrounding the wonderful female avatar. Her perfume was profoundly delectable, a thin smile then slipped through his entire mouth without any second thoughts. It smelled just as the odor of the flowers on the other side... Oh memories, memories...

He snapped the measurement tape with his right hand and circled her stomach with the tape. He tightened the grip and pulled a bit Saskia towards him. Possibly causing her to be surprised. He wanted her to understand and accept the fact that he was the tailor here ! If that she wanted a dress she had to cooperate. He then iterated the same action, although less brutally then the first time, around her thin arms, legs and proceeded to get the shoulder to shoulder length and finally end with her waist. He wrote down on the piece of fabric every detailed measurements as he did them. His red eyes browsing through the little measuring ticks on the tape. His agility through taking measure and writing down his notes made him efficient in his task and lowered the time spent on this awkward measuring phase.

"There you go... It's over." he whispered in relief.

He had tried to be polite, nice, cute and kind or whatever you want but it hadn't really succeeded in making the situation easier for both of them. He then kneeled, took the piece of fabric on the ground which had the measurements written on it and handed it gently to Saskia trying to display a sympathetic smile as to surrender to any incoming arguments. He didn't need the paper he had memorized the measures.

He turned his heels, back facing Saskia, grabbed his bag with his left hand as he rolled the tape into its original shape with his right hand. Mitsu put the bag on his shoulder, and ran his fingers through his silver hair. He sit in the corner of the living room, slid his finger softly in mid air as if he was pressing keys on a keyboard, but doing so in the air, he selected all the desired materials to craft such a magnificent dress. They slowly materialized in both his hands which welcomed the silk, thread and other fabric for the craftsman to use.

"Shall we start ?" he whispered to himself. He started getting to work. This was going to ask him a bit of time to craft.

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Tags: Saskia Bailin

 

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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Saskia could smell the scent of fear on him. It was thick like a cologne. The sudden nervous tremble. The sweat from his brow. Her eyes would place their cutting edge to the side, stabbing into the corners of her eyes as her penetrating glare fell upon the outer cloth of Mitsu's sleeve. She couldn't see him, but she felt his eerie presence lurking nearer and nearer, until she could almost feel his breath on her neck as his slithered seemingly sinuous words that caressed her ears with venomous rebellion. 


"You could always try..."



Cocky little bastard. Note to self: Remember to stick a needle in his eye. We will see how much crap comes out his mouth when I shove these three inch heels where the sun don't shine...but we'll just have to wait for Bailin to leave then get him in a nice little PK area, sit under a nice tree by a pleasant meadow, pick flowers, and sing songs around a bonfire, then while he's sleeping in the tent, I'll whistle Icarus over to come trample over him! *evil cackle* Awwww, yes! Deliciously delightful indeed! Such a brilliantly marvelous idea! I'll have to write that one down. But how to get the tai-...what's this? 




A cloudy vapor swirled around the Heretic tailor. Though she could not see it with any of her five senses, her sixth sense felt it snake over her shoulder and across her hips. This made her eye contract and snap in front of her, her mouth parted slightly, shocked slightly with a hint of curiosity. Her eyes quivered roughly as her nose wrinkled into a snarling manner. Her soft white hand rose to her right ear and slid the strands of pink hair that fell loosely back neatly into place as she tucked them gently behind her ear, using subtle hand movements as if to shoo Mitsu's face away.  


What in the seven hells was that just now? Felt like I got bit by the jaws of the devil himself...something's nt right about this tailor...I should have known it when I gazed into those crimson blood red eyes of his. 


Something felt eerie, it was just plain unsettling to her, this ominous aura made her uncomfortable. As she sniffed the air, it smelled normal, it felt normal, but she could sense the presence of a dark fog swirling around them. Saskia began to tap her fingers against one another as she bowed her had lightly, contemplating and attempting to discern just what the hell was going on. 

There's a cloud of darkness that looms over this one...what haunted demons plague this young soul...?


The loud crack of the measurement tape startled her as the diligent tailor wrapped it around her belly in a rather quick manner. As he lassoed her like some raging bull, he tugged on the tap, forcing Saskia back as she gasped in astonishment from the sudden motion. A light seething growl came from under her breath as she reluctantly submitted to his reign over gathering her measurements. Fortunately for him, she wanted to go to this dance looking stylish more badly than she wanted to pummel his face in. But of course that could be held for after he finishes his work. All in due time was the clever sentiment here.


As he continued sliding the tape of her shoulders and waist, calculating the data and then recording it, his red eyes danced like the devil across the ticks of the measurement tape as he worked with finesse and precision. Admirable traits for a less than admirable asshole. However, she did appreciate his degree of professionalism and diligence. 


"There you go... It's over." A sigh of relief escaped his lips. The domino effect initiating Saskia to exhale a sigh of satisfaction as well as she walked a meter away and turned around, being slightly more pleasant than before. Of course, at this stage she had to be. This crazy young fool could mess up on purpose and stitch her sleeves together. 


Saskia gripped the paper and studied it briefly for a moment before cutting her eyes at Mistu and smiling faintly, giving a light nod. He held off any smart remarks for the time being and tactfully chose to bide her time and wait for the oppurtune moment to strike. 


He turned his heels, back facing Saskia, grabbed his bag with his left hand as he rolled the tape into its original shape with his right hand. Mitsu put the bag on his shoulder, and ran his fingers through his silver hair. He sit in the corner of the living room, slid his finger softly in mid air as if he was pressing keys on a keyboard, but doing so in the air, he selected all the desired materials to craft such a magnificent dress. They slowly materialized in both his hands which welcomed the silk, thread and other fabric for the craftsman to use.


She saw him twirl around on the flat of his heels, hiding hi front from her eyes as he seemed to be occupied with putting away the tape and interacting with his own interface menu, dialing a combination of keys, and selecting various options. All of which would have probably went over Saskia's head as she knew absolutely zilch about tailors or how crafting in the game even worked. She barely even made a soda as a brewer, let alone a bottle of spirits. 


Her smile suddenly grew brighter when she noticed the crafting items materialize in front of him. Soon she would be adorned in elegance and beauty and exude a radiance like no other. A mischievous smirk emerged from her lips as if she held the world in the palm of her hands. Her scandalous gaze drifted towards Bailin, and back to the procrastinating crafter. 


He muttered something lightly to himself and began to start his work. Saskia decided to leave him be and let him concentrate for she grabbed herself another glass of wine, and began to sip away with a magnificent degree of sophistication as if she did not just shatter a wine glass only moments before. 

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: None
Words: 1032
Post theme song: Blitzkrieg - an ode the the Devil's Heretic ^^ 



TAGS: Bailin Mitsuru Kirishima

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[Mitsuru Kirishima]

The floor was a bit cold, ok it was frozen, but he could bear it. He didn't have the intention to stay any longer than necessary. Both Bailin and Saskia wanted to be together and most importantly he had to get the hell out of here before Saskia decided to chop him into dog food or sink him in a river. The living room was extremely empty concerning furnishing. He didn't really have a choice to sit on the ground did he ? Bailin had to buy some furniture, it would be the bare minimum to have a table and some nice chairs to go with it.

Anyway, It wasn't the matter. It wouldn't take that long to craft the dress even if it was, without a doubt, the most sophisticated dress he had had to make until now. His breath was light and the living room went silent all a sudden. He phased out into his thoughts.

From where should I start this one ? It's not like any other kind of dress, I haven't done the concept for this one argh... I'm more familiar in making dresses I imagine and sketch because I feel like I know where to start. This one is going to be one special one on heck of a psycho.

His flaming red eyes analyzed the materials he had, they gazed at her expressions, even though the measurement session was a pain in the ass, she did seem to be satisfied in the end. He smiled faintly, maybe it wasn't that bad after all ? Of course it was bad ! What was he thinking ? Her only intention was to kill him, make him fry in a pan with oil and give it to eat in a Ball. Mitsu started imagining all kinds of possible deaths caused by Saskia as his face began turning pale. He was picturing "La French shopper" with long and sharp teeth with a dark face like a ghost and haunting him forever until he would finally give up and die. A thrill went down his spine all the way to his toes.

"That wouldn't ever happened." he slithered in hope.

He had to get to work, he shook his head and slapped his cheeks with both hands as to wake up. Mitsu' began measuring the fabric so it would fit the girl's slim and fit body and then cut out the parts of the silk. He made sure the dress would let the back of her delectable and white skin show. The young man tried picturing what kind of body she had under her clothes. He blushed at this perverted thought and shook his head as a smile snaked in on his lips. Bailin sure was a lucky guy but did he know just how crazy she was ? She was like a volcano who could fire magma through your stomach whenever it wanted to... She was like... Never mind.

He began sewing some parts together with multiple threading for the dress to be robust yet amazingly light and nice to wear. He placed a black sheet layer under the purple silk near the chest to have that vertical under dress effect going on. It was a very thin black layer and it wouldn't take much place nor be uncomfortable to feel when wearing the dress.

Men are going to droll when she's going to wear that !

He then sewed the long sleeved gloves and proceeded to add volume to the whole dress with more thread magic. Yes it was a secret and only he was allowed to know the sparkle which had to be added and how to do so. He laughed alone at that thought.

He finally added the frills and such so that it would have the desired style requested by the client. The red eyed boy gently manipulated the silk, his nimble fingers folded piece after piece as if he was making an origami the flow was fluent. The result were magnificent silk-folded flowers just as the concept displayed on the wall. His lips stretched to his ears in satisfaction. He thoroughly operated the needle and threaded the flower for it to stay as it was folded. The dress was almost complete. With several last smooth movements he threaded the flowers to the dress.
Refining the dress was the last step to finishing the lady's outfit. He ended adding an unstated gold threaded "M" on the inside part of the dress.

"It's finished !" he exclaimed in joy, stretching his arms in relief.

Several hours had passed, he had been working all that time. The sun was setting down, it was red as a devil's tail and big as a mountain. He got on his feet, cracked his back and knuckles by putting pressure on top of his right index with his thumb. He then took the dress with both of his hands and showed it to Saskia with an immense smile. He had almost forgot what had happened earlier on, the craftsman was impatient to see her wear the just-crafted dress.

"Are you ready to try it on ?"

He had defying eyes and a corner smile attached to his lips. His burning pupils sunk into her eyes awaiting an answer.

Words: 872
Tags: Saskia Bailin
Post theme song : A normal craft day : Over here !

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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 Saskia would be mildly sipping away at her glass of wine as she watched Mitsu work fro a distance. The blonde haired boy seemed to be quite uncomfortable as he sat on the floor to begin his work. He stood there staring at the portrait in a perplexed manner as if he didn’t know how to make heads or tails of it. This made Saskia pretty nervous as she was unsure if he was as good as Bailin had proclaimed, but maybe it was just that he had to figure some things out on his own as to the proper approach for making the dress. Saskia titled her head as she took note of a strange stunned expression on his face as he froze up before working. What was he thinking about? It made Saskia tap her foot impatiently on the floor and lean back aginst the wall, swishing her glss of wine around and taking subtle sips. He muttered something under his breath, but it was barely audible to Saskia.



Afterwards, he began to get more attuned to his work and began slapping himself, a very odd habit indeed. He started getting the precise lengths and width of the cloth he needed and started cutting away at the materials that would wrap around Saskia’s body nicely. She smiled as he made his way into sewing it all together and adding in the thin ebony layer under the purple silk. Saskia’s eyes then gleamed with enchanted wonder as he began the finishing touches of the gloves. She loved their tight slender shape and made the dress flush out even more as it bgan to match up and mirror with the portait almost identically.



She appreciated the frilliness that was weaved into the dress as it added a delightful feminine charm to her attire. She barely noticed him stitch in the golden ‘M”. Lucky for him, she didn’t notice the golden eyesore that ruined the entire dress completely. How dare he?!



“It’s finished!” He exclaiming in high cheer as he swung his arms in the air with vibrant flair.



Saskia had grown very tired from waiting from the process and was noding off in the corner when she finally snapped awake from his shouting. Wiping her face and shruging her weariness off, she glanced up at the dress and jumped for joy!



She walked over to the dress he handed out and softly gripped it, lightly retrieving it from him. She glanced perplexed as it dissolved and vanished instantly. She was almost devastated until she received a notice announcing that the dress had been delivered into her inventory. She flailed her arms in restored glee as she accessed her inventory and began to select the dress from her inventory. She burst into a blossoming flower as the elegant purple dress began to adorn her slender figure. The tomboyish pink war maiden bloomed into a rather radiant queen. She smiled at Kuna and gave him a heartfelt hug.



“You an exceptionally talented Tailor, Mitsu! And don’t let anybody tell you otherwise! This dress is simply gorgeous, enchanting, and divine! Thank you so much!” Saskia grinned in pure ecstasy as she praised Mitsu. “I’m very proud. Now to get a little shut eye...I’ll be seeing you all later. Hope to bump into you again at the ball. Oh, and before I forget!”



Saskia opened up the interface of her menu sending a friend request to Mitsu.



“Okay, I better hurry off to the inn before all the rooms get filled. I’ll see you all later!” She said before hurrying out the door.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: None
Words: 628
Post theme song: Cassandra



TAGS: Bailin Mitsuru Kirishima

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[Bailin]

Bailin had half noticed everything that had transpired in his house regarding Saskia’s dress for the ball. Faintly he recalled both of them saying something to him, though he had no idea what they had said. ‘I must have dozed off for quite some time, if Mitsu has finished Saskia’s dress already. ‘ he thought to himself as he faintly remembered he had dreamed about Saskia threatening Mitsu, Mitsu introducing himself, some dancing unicorns and leprechauns, Mitsu and Saskia debating the dress, Mitsu promising she would be both elegant and delicate for the ball. Saskia threatening Mitsu some more. ‘Wow, it must have been a really, really crazy dream, especially those leprechauns and unicorns… who would’ve thought those could fit in my humble home…’ he thought philosophical, slowly realising the dream and the parts he caught from being half awake when the two of them had discussed their plans for the dress.

Rubbing the sleep from his face he noticed that both Kuna and Saskia had left, probably letting him sleep through the entire ordeal of a woman, her dress and the poor tailor who had to fulfil the wishes of the woman on the hunt for a dress. Bailin didn’t envy Mitsu on that part and was glad he could take his nap. Stretching as he stood up he raised his hands towards the ceiling as he stretched his hands towards the ceiling. ‘Well, there aren’t any of those anima shards lingering about so I guess they didn’t kill each other… yet, which is a good thing.’ He thought as he looked around, finding a lack of both tailor and girlfriend. ‘Oh well, time to prep for the ball.’ He thought as he walked towards his shower, placing his coat on the outside doorknob so neither Oddy nor Nostro would walk in on him, creating an awkward situation.

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