[C] Uptight Downtown | Charity

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'There was no place like Londinium,' a phrase Capsule would have uttered with sarcasm, reminiscent of the Sweeny Todd play, had she not been in public. Indeed, it was hardly appropriate to randomly blurt out such things, and downright odd to burst into show tunes… not that the woman was bold enough to even consider the latter. Despite how confident her current avatar made her look, or even the bit of assertion she could muster in this world, she was still a shy person by nature.

Shy and often finding herself lonely from time to time, especially since falling out of touch with her friends, Capsule was looking for a bit of company tonight. And no, not the sort that a certain Assassin would assume; solace in an adult beverage or something soft she could squeeze were the only things on her mind, and the former was more accessible. But who can say for certain? Sometimes people could be found honing their craft in bars and taverns, though she was wary of getting her hopes up. 'You can't have your cake and eat it, too.'

Capsule paused outside of a familiar establishment, just one of many taverns she'd shown her face in. Foolishly, she balked at entering, afraid that someone would spot and recognize her. Her appearance may have changed, but she was still wearing the same gear. She almost fumbled for her Goat-kun mask, but the accessory would only make her stick out even more if she were to don it.

Mouth set in a firm line, Capsule shoved her trembling hands into the pockets of her cargo pants. She really should be out shopping for better fitting armor and clothing, but the only high leveled tailor she could think of was… 'Ugh.' No, there was no way she could go to him. It was better to just deal with the snugly fitting gear -- for now.

She took one hand out of her pocket to open the tavern door, and tucked it back in place once she was in. A few of the men at the bar turned her way when she walked in, and one even winked and nodded for her to come over. Capsule's throat tightened in alarm. She abruptly shifted her gaze away from the man, and shuffled further into the building. The downside about having this new body were the stares and increase in male (and sometimes) female attention.

Fortunately for her, the person she chose to sit near looked far from lecherous. The way the other girl held herself and focused her attention downward, Capsule could tell that she was shy. And a tailor? Spying bits pf fabric and thread, the Enchanter's eyebrows rose in curiosity. Well, well… it look like she might be able to eat her cake, after all.

Her lips parted to speak, and then her bottom lip somehow found itself pinned between her teeth. Wasn't approaching a stranger like this awkward? 'Confident people do this all the time, though.' She placed the palm of her hand near the girl's possessions, pausing to moisturize her dry lips. "Forgive me if I'm bothering you, but you're a tailor, yes?" Look at Captain Obvious here. "Do you take commissions?"

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Tags:Charity Falkenrath

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[Charity Falkenrath]

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	"E-Eh?" --- It was a regular day. Sat in Londinium, in a fairly quiet tavern, alone with a small and cheap (non-alcoholic) drink and her tools laid out in front of her. With little else to do other than risk her life fighting monsters (and she still wasn't quite over the last experience), she instead chose to see what she could do with her other skills. For a Level 4 Tailor, that wasn't much. Especially when everyone else had been crafting for a year now, and had already surpassed her (quite low) skill level. She's picked up some odd jobs from the People of the Land, but nothing major. Repair a dress here, stitch together some cloth there, simple manual labour with simple pay. Most days, she just about managed to make enough to eat. Some days, she didn't. On this day Charity had been quietly practicing away with some small fabric scraps, the most she could afford with her meager earnings from the little adventuring she did, when the woman came in. As the door opened she looked up, and saw her. Framed by the light coming in from behind her, dramatic and imposing. Tall, with long and white hair, battle scars and a face so stern it could be the rear of a ship. An infographic appeared. Her name was Capsule. Half-Alv Enchanter. And she was level 78 - way higher than Charity. Someone who'd been adventuring for a while. Someone who could probably kill Charity with a glance. And she was coming right this way. Quickly, Charity looked back down. Focus on your work. Focus. Don't look at her. Just keep sewing. Sew sew sew sew. If you don't draw attention to yourself, then nobody will pay attention to you, and everything will be fine. Footsteps, from the direction of the Half-Alv. Getting louder, getting closer. Step... step... step... Soon, the screeching sound of a chair being pulled, and somebody sitting in it. She was here. Charity only glanced up once, and was met with an intimidating stare from the powerful enchantress. Her blue eyes locked for a brief moment with the Half-Alv's crimson eyes, their bright and burning colour sending a shiver down Charity's spine. Immediately her head was back down, trying not to cry with fear. A moment later, a hand reached out towards her from the other side of the table. The woman's. Capsule's. Reaching for Charity, reaching for her things. Charity was almost about to cry when she spoke up, her voice husky but... sweet. "Forgive me if I'm bothering you, but you're a tailor, yes? Do you take commissions?" "E-Eh?" Commissions? Work? Payment? Money? "I- Um- I-" Charity had never taken a commission before. She'd never thought her skills good enough to warrant being paid... were they even good enough here? "I'm- I'm uh, o-only level 4, but..." Calm, Charity, calm. She's offering you money. Don't screw this up. Attempting to regain her composure, she turned her head upwards to look Capsule in the eye. "I-I can try! What- What would you like?"
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Based on the girl's reaction -- Charity, a Ritual Shaman -- Capsule had to wonder just what kind of an impression she gave off nowadays. She was aware of the permanent sneer now engraved on her face, and her higher level might seem daunting to many, but… 'You fool.' Failing to obscure her level was a mistake on her part, but would not have been much help, regardless. She still had to prove that she meant the girl no harm.

Her fingers splayed out, the tips raising in a sort of warding off gesture. 'She sounds so nervous.' Capsule wondered if she looked like this to others when she got flustered. It was weird to be sitting on this side of the field. She pulled her hand away from Charity, relieved when the girl appeared to be calming down some. "It's fine! I just uh…"

It was Capsule's turn to look away when they locked eyes. Even though she was the one to approach the Shaman, she was growing embarrassed. "I would like --" Paranoid, and feeling eyes digging into her back, she braced her elbow against the table and leaned close to Charity. She cupped a hand to the side of her mouth, to deter any lip readers. "A plushie. Something… cute. Like a panda," the woman whispered. She felt so silly for even saying that, but it was the truth. She wanted something soft and cuddly to hold onto at night. Was that so wrong?

Laughing nervously, Capsule pulled back. When she spoke next, it was in a volume above a whisper. "I have a fatal attraction to cute things, and a distaste for monopolies." She hated how there were only a few crafters who stood out in this world, herself included. Making a profit was less of a concern to her than encouraging others to hone their crafting classes.

Her laughter stopped almost immediately as the bartender placed a tall, pink drink in front of her. It was garnished with a maraschino cherry and a chunk of pineapple, and looked deceptively sweet. If she knew anything about drinks, she would have recognized it as a Singapore Sling, a drink that was clever at masking the taste of alcohol, and had a tendency to hit pretty hard. Capsule refused to grant the men the bartender gestured to a look. She did decide to keep the drink, however. Free was free, after all.

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Tags:Charity Falkenrath

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[Charity Falkenrath]

	＊ｃｈａｒｉｔｙ＊
	Despite Charity's nervousness, she felt the Enchanter's look... soften, almost. Like she'd realised she was scaring the young and shy Shaman. Like she cared. Her hand retreated from Charity's personal space, and her intimidating glare seemed to fade. She was still tall, strong, and many, MANY levels higher than Charity though. And that gave an air of strength that surrounded her like a cloak, and even with her now friendlier demeanor she still easily spooked Charity. However, as the Tailor asked what Capsule wanted, she turned away. Blushed. She looked... nervous? Had Charity done this? All she'd asked was what the Half-Alv wanted, it wasn't like she'd said anything mean... The Half-Alv glanced around. Secretive. Furtive. A moment later, she leaned in towards Charity, who tensed up as she approached. As her mouth neared Charity's ear, her voice lowered to a whisper and her hand raised to cradle the words. "A plushie. Something… cute. Like a panda." ...oh. That was... surprisingly adorable. As the woman leaned away, Charity stared at her. A little shocked by the simplicity and cuteness of her request. A panda plushie... She'd seen many at home, but almost none in the new world. Maybe adventurers didn't have time for cute stuffed animals? Capsule laughed, knocking Charity out of her thoughts. Charity nodded, looking ever so slightly more confident than before. She was going to be paid, after all. And it wasn't like she wanted an expensive piece of high level armour! It was just a small, simple plush animal. Easy peasy! "I-I, uh, think I can do that... though I don't- don't have the materials on m-me. We'd need-" She stammered, interrupted by the clunk of a drink being placed on the table. It was... tall, pink. Cute. Filled with fruit and very sweet-looking. Very feminine. Had Capsule ordered it? The sound of stifled laughter from the bar told Charity she probably hadn't. As the Shaman glanced over to the bar, she saw the stares of several grown men. All staring, looking, laughing. At her and Capsule. Waiting for them to slip up... "W-We should go, I think..." she said, quietly, to the Enchanter opposite her. "I n-need the materials anyway, and it's... it's not very nice in here. We sh-should go to the market..." She rose from her chair, quickly gathering the small scraps she'd been working on and stuffing them into her bag, and started heading to the door. As she passed the other woman she stopped, realised she'd never introduced herself, and turned back to face her. Locking eyes again, she gulped, but soldiered on. Mustn't be afraid. "M-m-m-my name's... My name's Charity. It's nice to meet you, miss."
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The stifled laughter at the bar almost made Capsule regret accepting the drink. What if the men took that as a cue to come over and harass her? It was a good thing that Charity did not have all the materials she needed for the task at hand. There was too high of a chance of the men interrupting them in the middle of the craft, and -- 'I don't want them to see the plushie.' She had to look "tough" to people like that, not a harmless pushover.

"Yeah, let's blow this popsicle stand," she said in agreement. 'She sure does stutter a lot.' Could she blame the Shaman, though? Not only was she taking a commission from a high leveled player, but she was also drawing the unwanted attention of men, thanks to Capsule's presence. "The quality of patrons has dropped since I last came here," she said, glancing at the men crowded at the bar. One bad apple spoiled the bunch…

As Charity hurried to collect her things, Capsule brought the glass to her lips and tilted her head back. She was expecting to gag and spit the pink liquid out immediately, but it was actually a pretty sweet drink. Because of that, she was able to swallow more than she rightfully should, resulting in a brain freeze and a sharp punch to the head. This strong was hella strong, whatever it was. Feeling a wee bit light headed and stunned, Capsule set the half empty glass down on the table top.

She started to follow after the shorter woman, who was walking briskly towards the door. Capsule staggered and found the floor tilting beneath her feet, stopping short of colliding into Charity. Just… how strong was that drink actually? Chugging that was a huge mistake on her part. Aside from small sips of wine when she was younger, she'd never had alcohol, so her tolerance was bound to be low.

"M-m-m-my name's... My name's Charity. It's nice to meet you, miss.", a voice from far away sounded. It was like she was seeing the world through beer goggles.

"D-danke. I'm Capsule, and the pleasure is all mine." On the bright side, she did feel a small boost of confidence. 'Just be cool, Capsule. She probably won't notice you're tipsy.' Considering the odd and cautious way she adapted her steps, that was unlikely. The fresh, cool air outside of the tavern did help to sober her up a little, and the walk would do her some good. "Ist (Is) this ihre (your) first plush, by the by?" Her native tongue was sneaking its way into her English, disrupting her speech pattern. Never again would she accept unfamiliar drinks from strangers.

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Tags:Charity Falkenrath

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[Charity Falkenrath]

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	"Yeah, let's blow this popsicle stand." replied the Half-Alv Enchanter, and for a moment Charity remembered. Remembered where they'd all come from, that they were all in the same boat, all trapped. The oddly modern phrase contrasted with the rustic interior; it stuck out, to Charity at least, and it was... comforting. Everyone here was trapped, just like she was. They were all in this together, even if some enjoyed it more than others. She smiled a little bit at the thought, before moving on. As she was leaving, she looked back to see Capsule chugging the drink that had been placed in front of her. For a moment she seemed disoriented, and as she turned to follow Charity her gait seemed a bit less collected. Had the soft pink drink really been that strong? Or was Capsule as much of a lightweight as Charity was? The Enchanter staggered towards the door, joining Charity in leaving. As they stepped out the door, she could hear the growing laughter inside. Assholes. Apparently it was funny to try and get an innocent woman hopelessly drunk. "D-danke. I'm Capsule, and the pleasure is all mine." The other lady spoke, her voice ever so slightly slurred. She was definitely on the wrong end of tipsy at this point... which meant Charity would have to take care of her. Which meant Charity would have to take care of her. Her heart missed a beat for a moment as she realised she was now responsible for this relative stranger, should things start to go south. Oh god. Oh god oh god. Whatever confidence had been building was quickly diminishing. The other woman spoke, but her words barely pierced the worry in Charity's brain. "H-Huh?" She said, snapping back to reality. As she spoke, she tried to keep her voice as calm as she could (or as calm as it was usually). If the other lady really did need support, then Charity would have to not appear as nervous as she usually did. "O-oh, yeah. I... I've never really considered it but... It shouldn't be- shouldn't be too hard."  She gestured down the street and started walking, glancing back to make sure Capsule was following. As she walked, through grassy streets and past small street vendors,she thought and talked. "I-I'm only Level 4, like I said, wh-which means the best materials I can use are also Level 4. This means that um..." She did some quick calculations in her head. She'd seen various kinds of fabric on sale, of different qualities and levels, and mentally noted down the more interesting ones. For a panda, she could get away with two colours... and then she'd just need thread, and stuffing. If all of that was of the best quality she could use, then... "...the b-best Plushie I can make you, I'll need- I'll need about 20 gold for the materials. And um..." Oh god she wasn't made for business. What was the right amount to charge for work? "...a... a commission fee. I-I haven't worked that out yet. I'll decide as- as I work. Is that okay?"
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'Keep it together, Cap. Keep it together.' The fact that she was able to think this clearly meant she was fine, right? Would a drunk person be able to accurately sum up the uh… Capsule paused to blink and stare at her surroundings. '...Scheisse.' What was she even thinking about beforehand? 'Double scheisse.' Afraid that her mental profanities were being spoken out loud and broadcasted to everyone, Capsule clapped a hand to her mouth.

"Yeah, the first time is always the hardest, but it gets better with practice," she oh so casually said to Charity? Inebriated? N-no, Capsule was only a little buzzed. Yeah, that was it. Buzzed. So buzzed that she did not realize she'd spoken through her covered mouth until Charity was moving again. The woman stood there for a few seconds, and mentally told herself to slap that hand to her forehead. 'Mein Gott.'

She didn't get moving again until Charity glanced her way, and like a child, Capsule looked around before jerking a thumb at her chest. 'Who, me?' This was all a lot to keep up with, but she could manage if she just focused hard enough. It was a shame that she could not control her movement as well, though. This body was still very much new to her, despite it being the same height as her last. Furthermore, her hands were more inclined to reach out and touch people or things, but that may have been the alcohol speaking. For example, she thought that Charity could benefit from a hug (even though Capsule shied away from touching / being touched), and that they were going to get along just nicely…

Look at her, doing mathematics in her head. Capsule stared down at Charity with a large, dopey smile. "So cute." That was meant to be reserved for her thoughts, not something she would dare utter in front of another person. "Twenty gold? I've got you covered." Completely oblivious to her faux pas, Capsule twirled a hand through the air. "Ja ja, das is kein (not a) problem!" In her current state, swindling the Enchanter would not be a great feat.

Capsule's eyes wandered off to a nearby vendor selling an assortment of food -- notably sweet pastries. Drinking and eating was advisable to help alleviate the symptoms of drinking, but Capsule was not interested in doing either right now. Her head turned the other way, and like a greyhound who had a habit of overshooting his target, pointed to (read: almost a full meter of) a stall covered with soft fabric and an assortment of toy bears. They needed fluffy things, right? "I bet I can haggle with them to get you a better deal on the materials, though." Capsule adapted what seemed like a confident swagger in her mind, and proceeded to bump into almost everyone in her way as she led Charity to the vendor.

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[Charity Falkenrath]

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	Charity slowly made her way down the Londinium streets towards St. Pancras Station, the crafting hub of the city, with a slightly drunken Capsule in tow. As they made their way down overgrown streets, the Echanter swaying back and forth and Charity very nervously leading the way in an attempt to avoid any mishaps, they slowly approached the station. As they walked through the open doors and into the large, open area of the market, Charity's senses were met with a barrage of sights, sounds, and smells. Chefs cooking food at their stalls, vendors attempting to call the wandering crowd to view their wares, the constant movement of Adventurers and Landers alike from stall to stall. It was at that precise moment that Charity was suddenly engulfed in the warm embrace of the still-drunk Capsule. A cage of red fabric surrounded Charity, and she very quickly was held immobile by the Half-Alv whose strength surpassed her own by a vast degree. "Wh-wha-?" Was the only word to escape Charity's mouth as the much taller, much stronger, Half-Alv suddenly caught her within her grasp. She was definitely drunk. So drunk. As Charity wiggled and struggled in a vain attempt to escape, she could hear the words "So cute..." softly escape the mouth of the other woman. "Ehhh?" Cried Charity, noticing the people slowly starting to notice what appeared to be a very public display of affection. A few people laughed, some whispered, and a few started muttering about how cute the "couple" was. "W-Wait! I'm not- I mean- I think you're nice b-but- we- I-" The Enchanter seemed to be paying little attention, opting instead to firmly but gently hold Charity in her arms for as long as possible. As the Tailor continued to struggle in her arms Capsule continued to talk in a slightly slurred speech about the proposed material price, slowly losing her speech to her presumably native German. Instead of listening to Charity's protests, she instead scanned the stalls in the area... and her eyes settled on a very high-end, very expensive fabric stall. A moment later, Charity was free of the warm clutches of the Half-Alv, but was very quickly pulled by the same Half-Alv towards the stall and into every single person between them and it. "Sorry! S-sorry! I'm so- Sorry! I-" Repeated Charity as Capsule blindly led them through a sea of people, oblivious to the scene they were causing. "I bet I can haggle with them to get you a better deal on the materials, though." She called back to the Tailor, whose eyes widened in shock. "N-No! No no no! No you- you can't!" She protested, still being practically dragged by the much stronger Adventurer. "For one thing- For one, th-that's the wrong place! An-And, you're- you're drunk! Y-Y-Y-You can't d-d-d-do this!" As they approached, the stall owner eyeing them rather curiously (from his vantage point he had likely seen their entrance and "affections"), Charity was on the verge of a break down. How could a simple plushie commission be going so wrong? There was no way she'd be able to show her face in St. Pancras for a while now. Oh no.... "Uh..." Spoke up the shopkeeper eventually. "What'll it be, ladies?"
	540 | feel free to do w/e with the shopkeep

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If asked to recount her drunken memories while sober the following day, Capsule would be at a loss. She was bound to have forgotten a few details, either due to intoxication, or a desperate need to deny them. One of said details would involve the hug she forced upon poor Charity, and bartering with the shop keeper was one memory she would try her hardest to suppress. Hugging another girl in public was one thing, but making a complete fool of herself was another.

Currently inebriated, and believing herself to know more than the low leveled Shaman, Capsule continued her reign of terror. She was apparently still dragging the other girl with her, but let go to slap her palms onto the stand. The shop keeper blinked in surprise, looking from the drunken albino to the turquoise haired girl beside her. Capsule slapped one palm a second time when he asked what they were after, making the man flinch. "Me and my friend here --" Although drunk, she was making the effort to not slip into her native tongue, a task that required utmost concentration. "-- are looking for tailoring materials for…" she pointed at one of the teddy bears on his stand. "Zat!"

The shop keeper smiled nervously, turning back to the obviously sober woman in their party. "I think your friend is confused -"

Capsule flailed a hand under his nose. "No, you sell mats, right?"

"I make and sell plushies. You'll have to go elsewhere for-"

Ignoring the shop owner, the Enchanter seized a small pile of colorful fabric set out on display. She didn’t even know if it was the right type or not, but shook it in front of the man, regardless. "How much does this cost? Fifty? Eighty? Two hundred?"

The man was becoming visibly upset by now, and a small group of people had stopped to watch. "I-it's twenty gold, but it's not for sell-"

Capsule waved him off, and gave Charity a sly wink. "This is how they operate. He's clearly looking to haggle. Leave it to me." She held out the fabric once more. "Seventy gold! I'll give you seventy gold for it!"

"W-wha-"

"Fine! Ninety! That's my final answer!" In Capsule's addled mind, haggling equated to an auction. She likely would have gone higher, too, had a nearby stand owner not interfered.

A round werecat, dressed in extravagant silken clothes, sidled over to the girls. "Ladieees, puuurrhaps I may be of assiiiistance?" Any sober person would be wary of the shady salesman, but not Capsule. She had money to burn, and a dire need for something cute and fluffy.

Loudly proclaiming her disdain for the lack of service in this "joint," Capsule linked an arm with Charity, and tugged her in the direction of the fat cat's stall. Why was good help so hard to find in this world?

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Tags:Charity Falkenrath

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[Charity Falkenrath]

	＊ｃｈａｒｉｔｙ＊
	Capsule finally let go of Charity's hand, only to slam hers down on the stall and startle the owner. Within moments she was... "bartering" with the merchant in question, who stared at the two in shock as Capsule demanded items he didn't sell. "N-no, Capsule, he..." murmured Charity meekly from behind the Enchanter, barely managing to get a word in between the demands she barked at the still quite confused shopkeep. Somehow Capsule had managed to completely ignore the fact that this seller didn't sell materials, and even if he did he was a MUCH better Tailor than Charity and there was no way she could use these fabrics. As the shopkeeper turned to address Charity, she quickly hid behind the much taller Half-Alv.  This was so embarrassing! People were looking at the two as Capsule continued to demand fabric that just wasn't for sale. People were stopping, pointing, talking, laughing. It was too much to handle, and Charity probably would have burst into tears if it wasn't for a sudden interruption in the form of a suddenly appearing Werecat. The cat-man was... very shady. Even Charity didn't trust him, and the way he smiled at the two girls like a shark looking at it's prey gave her chills. Maybe he saw them as an easy mark, considering how drunk and shy they were? Either way, Capsule trusted him and very quickly dragged the small Tailor to the Werecat's stall with her. Charity just sighed sadly. Protest was pointless by now. The stall was... quite extravagant, despite the quite low-tier materials that were for sale. Charity could definitely use these, but the way they were presented made them look almost like rare and expensive goods... "Weeeeeeeelcome!" Announced the Werecat, taking his place behind the stall. "May I interrrrest you in some of the finest fabrrrrics you will see in all of Londinium? I noticed you two werrre looking at a plushie earlier, corrrrrect?" He smiled at the two, a devilish and calculating smile. "I have just the purrrfect thing. Why, this fabrrrric is soft and warm to the touch. Feel it!"  He held it out right in front of Charity's face. It was... Level 1. But, as she rubbed her hand on it, it was surprisingly soft for what it was. What kind of trick was he playing? "Seeeee?" He grinned, pulling the fabric away. "And it comes in ANY colourrrrr you can imagine! And forrrr the low, low, LOWWWW price..." He bowed, as if announcing the winner of some grand prize. But as his head faced down, he seemed to be calculating just how much he could rip the girls off for. As he stood back up, his eyes flashed with a look of excitement and malice. "Two hundrrrred gold perrrr rrrroll! Verrrry exciting, won't find materrrrial of this quality cheaperrrr anywherrre else!" "Wh- b-b-b-but- You c-can't-" Charity's mouth was wide in shock, but the same shock prevented her from forming a proper sentence. All she could do was stammer, and turn to her Half-Alv companion and hope she didn't buy into the shopkeeper's scheme.
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[Capsule]

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The werecat was one smooth operator to the drunken Capsule. She even thought his fashion sense was pretty great, which was just another sign of her being too addle minded to see things for what they really were. For one, she never would have been taken in by the shady werecat. Had she been stone cold sober, the stand with overly priced materials would garner a snort of disapproval, and a quick step in the other direction. But no. She was about to do something that would make her bemoan her lighter purse the following morning.

"Ja, plushies, ja. I want quality fabrics for my panda, and these look just right." Cheapness aside, they really weren't so bad -- even a sober Capsule could appreciate that. The sample the cat held out for inspection proved to be just as soft as described. It was purrfect. "We only need two colors, though -- white and black." That greatly cut the selection down.

Capsule waited in anticipation as the shifty eyed werecat deliberated on the price. Surely fabric as nice and soft as this would cost them a pretty penny, right? She clasped her hands together and leaned forward in anticipation. What would his offer be? Three hundred? Four? Five? No, that was too high.

The half-Alv slammed a fist into her open palm, blown away by the discount price of two hundred gold. It was a shame she did not understand the value of money in her state, though her subconscious likely had something to do with that. Capsule was, until recently, used to having a vast amount of gold. She'd had so much at one point that it was virtually useless to her (and the rest of the economy suffered likewise). It was possible that she had forgotten that gold should be used with caution in this new economy… caution she threw carelessly into the wind as she fumbled with gold pieces.

"Here. This should be enough." The part of her that was working hard to not slip back into German was just as stern in counting out the gold pieces. Not being short changed was something she was well aware of, at least.

The werecat's eyes gleamed with greed as he collected the gold from his duped client, and passed the rolls of fabric over to Charity. "Thank you forrrr your patrrronage, and have a lovely day," the shady tailor purred. Clinking the coins together in his paws, he ducked behind the stall.

"Mach's besser (make it better)!" That was easy as pie. What was Charity worried about? "Ve can begin now, ya?" As far as she knew, tailors did not need to sacrifice a goat and perform a satanic ritual to craft. Or did they? "There are some open crafting benches - " Rather than point or finish her sentence, Capsule nodded. Said benches were mercifully empty, and few people were loitering in that area. It would give them some privacy... not that Capsule particularly cared about that right now. Indeed, she was able to brush off the stares and laughter like water off a duck's back as she strolled off.

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[Charity Falkenrath]

	＊ｃｈａｒｉｔｙ＊
	Charity had to simply watch in horror as Capsule quickly and easily forked over the gold for the overpriced fabric. She stared in shock as the Half-Alv pulled the gold out of her pocket and happily handed it to the Werecat swindler. With a grin, the shopkeeper carelessly tossed the rolls to Charity (who barely caught them before they fell to the dirty floor) and disappeared, probably to count his "earnings". Still slightly shellshocked, Charity simply stared as Capsule lead her to an empty crafting bench. As they arrived, the Tailor carefully placed the overly expensive rolls onto the bench alongside her needle, thread, scissors, stuffing, and other tools she may need. She sat down on the stool next to the bench and sighed. "...o-okay." She said eventually, overcoming her grief. Charity turned to the Enchanter, a weak and fake smile on her face. Hopefully she wouldn't be mad when she sobered up. Maybe it would be best to skip town for a while... "I- uh, I'm gonna start now. With this fabric, I can... I can make a p-panda about a foot tall maybe?" She looked over her supplies, thinking. Calculating. She pulled out some parchment from her pocket, and quickly doodled some designs. Eventually, she settled on a fairly simple round-bellied panda with stubby dangling limbs and a cute, round face. It would be simple, soft, round, and perfect for cuddling. She placed her design to one side, and set to work. Before making it, though, she'd make use of the fact that her client was there (even if she was drunk). Charity quickly cut out some smaller pieces of fabric, the right colours but only a few inches in size, before sewing them together and stuffing the miniature panda. This test plushie was more suited for a key-chain than for cuddling, but it would illustrate her idea to Capsule. "I-Is this okay? It's- It's only th-the practice one, I-I'll make the real b-bear in a sec..."
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The feeling of gliding around on pillows ceased as Capsule lowered herself to sit at an empty crafting bench. Her legs were confused for a moment, but eventually her knees buckled together, and she awkwardly sat down. There was some art to this… sitting, and right now she felt more like an ugly stork than a beautiful swan. She placed an elbow on the table, and lowered her head into the waiting hand. Moving around would be preferable, but even while drunk, she knew that crafting was awkward if you did not sit or stand still but… Behind the bench, one of Capsule's legs began jumping in place.

With nothing else to catch her attention, Capsule watched with rapt fascination as Charity began setting out her tools. They were rather mundane and what you would expect of a Tailor, but it was something. "Oh." She blinked owlishly at the talking Shaman. "Oh. Yes, that works." For some reason, she was currently associating the word "foot" with some old American fast food promotion. Five dollar footlong, whatever that meant. She held her hands apart like in the commercials, to emphasize.

Capsule watched on in silence, slowly slipping down until her chin was resting against the cool wood of the table. Her leg was still jumping, though of its own accord by now. The only alternative to sitting still was hovering around Charity and peeking over her shoulder. That sounded like a lot of work, however, and watching a tiny panda being constructed was entertaining enough. What an absurd little thing! There was no way she could hug something so small. It would get crushed under her weight.

'Oh, it's a test dummy.' But where was its tiny car, and the wall it had to ram into to test the tiny airbags in the steering wheel and hatch on the passenger's side? Capsule squinted at the little panda. A hand, curled into a fist, was raised into the air. Her thumb jerked to attention, and for a few seconds her hand hovered in the air, twisting from side to side. The Enchanter fancied herself to be Caesar, with Charity as the poor gladiator whose fate may or may not be sealed by a single hand gesture.

Grinning, Capsule jerked her thumb up in agreement. "Das ist gut (That is good)!" Having a tiny panda would not be so bad, either. It would keep the little elf on her strap company.

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[Charity Falkenrath]

	＊ｃｈａｒｉｔｙ＊
	As Charity worked, Capsule managed to slump her drunken self down next to the Tailor. And as she fidgeted and waited, Charity held up the small test panda up for inspection. As she did, the Enchanter stared in mild confusion before realising it was simply a prototype. As she did, she held up her hand and extended her thumb, waving it between approval and disapproval. Charity shivered, nervous despite Capsule's obviously still drunken antics. What felt like a very long moment passed for Charity, before the Half-Alv raised her thumb in approval. "Das ist gut!" "Okay." Charity said, nodding as she handed the small panda to the Enchanter and turned to face her workbench again. "N-Now I gotta... gotta make the real thing." She took a deep breath, doing her best to focus on the tools and materials in front of her. She'd already made the prototype, so the real deal should be easy right? First, the black material. From this she would make the ears, torso, arms, legs, and eyes. Carefully, she held her designs in front of her and marked out the shapes she would need to cut on sheets of parchment. As she held them over the fabric, she swiftly cut out each piece of fabric. Two ears, two halves of the torso, two arms, two legs, and two eyes. Neatly, she placed each to the side and moved on to her white roll of fabric. This one was easier - the process was repeated, and soon she had in front of her the shapes of the bear's head, snout, and stomach. Now, to sew them all together. Connecting the ears and snout to the head, the head to the torso, the torso to the arms and stomach, and the stomach to the legs. As she sewed, she left the center of the bear loose to form a hole in the body. Once all the pieces were attached she started filling the interior of the bear with stuffing, and as it filled and fattened she finished sewing together the panda's body to seal it's fluffy innards in. She picked it up, limbs dangling from it's round body and head flopping slightly, and inspected it. No holes, the sewing seemed tight, there were no rough edges on the fabric... all in all, a fairly okay bear. She smiled, and turned it round. A small "CF" was soon embroidered on it's rear, to indicate it's crafter. Still smiling, she held it in front of Capsule. "I-It's done!" She said, excitement slightly filling her voice. "I-I uh, think so, at least. Unless y-you have any problems?
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[Capsule]

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Just as she was toying with the idea of taking the tiny panda when Charity wasn't looking, the Shaman handed it over. Capsule's eyes lit up with glee. It was a tiny thing and not suited for much than a toy or display, but it would give her itching hands something to do. "Thanks." She rolled the miniature panda around in her hands, marveling at how soft it felt. Were she so inclined, the Jack Frost charm would join in on the shenanigans.

Capsule took the tiny panda's front legs between her fingers, and made it "walk" around in front of her while Charity worked. Occasionally she paused to observe the construction of the larger panda. It felt somewhat lewd, watching the plushie being "born". Charity was almost like some sort of Dr. Frankenstein in Capsule's eyes, if you avoided the technicalities that came to mind (the bear was not being constructed from scrapped pieces of other plushies, for example). "You see that," she said to the mini panda. "That's your big bruder (brother)."

Of course, the keychain panda was tossed to the side and forgotten, like the velveteen rabbit, when the real deal was complete. Capsule took the larger panda in her arms, and gave it a tight little huge to test its sturdiness. For such a low leveled craft, she was unsure if there was any real difference -- though that could have been the alcohol talking. 'Easy, Lennie.' If she squeezed too tightly, she might damage the plush. "No problem at all," she said, head pressed against the panda's. "It's great, Charity."

The panda's head lolled forward when Capsule pulled hers away from it. "How much do I owe you?" She was scrabbling around in her pocket for her change purse. What was appropriate for a perfectly cuddly panda? Somehow her hand came out with an empty vial, but that wasn't right. Money was small and round.

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[Charity Falkenrath]

	＊ｃｈａｒｉｔｙ＊
	As Charity watched Capsule fiddle with her small panda prototype, she couldn't help but feel a little bit proud. She felt even prouder when the tipsy Half-Alv so happily took the finished product from her arms and excitedly squeezed it. As she hugged the panda over and over, as if testing it's quality and softness, Charity just smiled and watched. She'd made something, and not just something for herself or for some anonymous stranger but for someone she knew. Someone who's reaction she could watch. And as she watched her nervousness disappeared, and she smiled even more. "I-I'm glad you like it!" She said, giggling a little at Capsule's enthusiasm for the bear. "M-maybe when I get a little better I can make you a better one? Maybe a whole family!" The prospect of someone who actually liked Charity's work filled her with joy. Maybe she was actually good at something for once! Maybe she'd actually be able to make people happy with things she'd made? As her thoughts drifted, the Enchanter rooted through her pockets searching for payment. "O-Oh no, I- I couldn't!" Charity said, a little shocked. After what they'd paid the Werecat... "You- you've paid enough already for the m-materials, I think. I'm just h-happy to help." As Capsule searched though, she pulled out an empty vial. And as Charity's eyes fell onto it, she had an idea. "A-Actually, um, if it's not too much trouble I mean, you could, uh, maybe..." She stammered, unsure whether to ask or not. She flip flopped, back and forth, yes and no, before stopping herself and shaking her head. When she opened her eyes again, she looked at Capsule and smiled once more. "M-Maybe you could make me a p-potion? You're a ph-pharmacist, right? I, uh, I'm not very good at combat, a-a-and some more health could go a long way... I-It only needs to be low-level! I'm not very strong, s-so it should b-be simple enough... You d-don't have to, I'm fine j-just giving you the panda."
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[Capsule]

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Capsule blinked at Charity from over the top of Sir Panda's head. Sir Panda? Sir Panda. When was the last time someone actually turned down payment? Receiving freebies from people she barely knew was odd, but bartering was better. That was how she had survived at lower and poorer levels, any who. "Naa…?" was all Capsule offered as Charity fumbled for words.

At the mention of potions, Capsule grinned. BS'd magical pharmaceuticals were her specialty, as evident by how high her crafting level currently was. "Mm!" Thinking about crafting and how mundane Pharmacy could be at times was starting to kill her buzz. "A medicinal tablet would be best, perhaps. They boast a higher potency in healing than regular healing potions." There was also pastilles, though those fell somewhere in the middle.

She made Sir Panda wave a paw at the Tailor. "No, it's no trouble at all!" The paw moved up to stroke her chin. "I might have to send it to you… later, if that's ke- not a problem." The paw hovered near the side of her face as she whispered. "I'm a little to durnk to craft right now." Durnk was totally a word, right? Plus, she would sober up too fast if she were to try right now, and Capsule wanted to enjoy the silly, dreamy feeling while it lasted. The option of speed crafting something on the spot had gone clear over her head.

The panda's paw dangled back at its side as Capsule toyed with her system interface. "Just so I don't forget…" She sent Charity a request from the Stalker Friend's List. A nagging voice in the back of her head told her that she might regret this later, for the sole reason of the fool she'd made herself out to be tonight.

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[Charity Falkenrath]

	＊ｃｈａｒｉｔｙ＊
	Charity couldn't help but giggle as she watched Capsule. Even if she was slowly recovering from the alcohol, she was still very much acting like a confused but sweet drunk and Charity just smiled and watched. Her worry ebbed away at the silly sight, and her previous grievances about the Enchanter's earlier actions also faded. Capsule had obviously meant well, so who was Charity to be upset with her? Maybe later they'd joke about it, when Capsule was a little less drunk. If they ever spoke again, that is. "O-Okay!" Charity replied, smiling. "A tablet would work, I c-can use that if things get d-dire in battle. Thank you, Capsule!" As they spoke, Capsule spoke from behind her new favourite bear and Charity just laughed more. And as she leaned in to "whisper" that she was "durnk", Charity's face fell into mock shock. "You are! I n-never would have guessed! Maybe you should lie down, and we'll talk later, yeah?" A moment later, a notification came up on Charity's screen. Friend Request - Capsule. Charity beamed, nodded, and gladly accepted. Capsule was nice, friendly, sweet, and definitely someone she could get a long with in future... though maybe in future she should avoid drinking. Get to know each other properly, without alcohol clouding their interactions. And with the friend request accepted, Charity leaned in to give Capsule a hug, a real one this time, not a drunken stumbly embrace. Another friend! Somebody else she could talk to and rely on if things got grim in this prison of a world. As she pulled away, she smiled at the Enchanter. "Okay, s-so," she said, packing her things away. "Thank you for h-helping me get more Tailor practice in. If you ever n-need anything low level, you can always- you can always ask me again, okay? Just don't get drunk next time!" She laughed, and as she stood up she helped the still tipsy Enchanter onto her feet. "Now, um, where are you staying? I th-think I should maybe help you walk home..." And as she walked the Enchanter home, laughing still at her slightly-drunken antics, she couldn't help but feel optimistic. And as she walked to her own "home" that night, she felt a little less lonely.
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