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[Kitkat]

we all learn to make mistakes

Ordinarily, Kitkat wasn't really one who would hang around in the Westminster Abbey. He didn't go out exploring to beat things up, so it was rare for him to actually die, but well... he hadn't been in a place where he could get in communion with a god in quite a while, and call him sentimental, but he rather liked to think that all gods could hear him in a chapel, not just one. He padded in and down the aisles between the pews, head bowed reverently, and though more than a few of the People of the Land who were in the building looked at him strangely, none of them stopped him as he padded over towards the altar at the front. Lowering his head even more, he let his crimson eyes drift closed so that he could pay his respects to the various gods, even those who did not call the place of worship as their own, and after a prolonged moment, he opened his eyes again to notice that there was a girl down in the pews with tears in her eyes, tugging on a scarf that had gotten caught. He darted over, crouching down to her level so that he wouldn't scare her. "Hey... don't tug it, you'll rip the stitches." He lifted the scarf, just tugging it out, and he heard her let out a gasp when she saw a tear in it. "Hey hey hey!" he cried, tilting her chin up, "No tears! I can fix it!" He reached into his inventory and pulled out his tailor materials, smiling at her and offering his hand. "C'mon, let's go fix this." He led her to the nearest pew, lifting her up onto it next to him and then settling down, taking only a moment to fix up the scarf as good as new again, the Wolf Hair trying his very best to make the stitches small so that no one would notice them. "There you go, sweetheart," he murmured, tucking it around her neck with a smile. "Now go back home to your parents, and this will be our little secret, okay?" He tossed her a wink and she giggled, winking back, and then she scampered off with a 'thank you' tossed behind her, making him sit up a little more in the pew, a smile on his face. He'd done good. He was proud of himself for stepping up to the plate and helping out someone else, especially a young girl. He tilted his head back to the large windows of the abbey, meeting the stained glass eyes of Jesus, and he closed his eyes, waiting for a moment before he put a hand in his pockets and got up from the from the cushioned wood, giving it a gentle pat before he started towards the door. He was going to go out and take another search of London for his brother and his friend, now that he had the strength of the gods on his side. He’d be successful this time, he just knew it!

100% 100% Words;; 512 Tags;; Masami Besavel Notes;; I don't really care who posts first, just putting this up to start things off o/ Lyrics;; "Misguided Ghosts" by Paramore Template by Kuroya

and run from them, from them with no direction!

[Besavel]

Fortune is calling you

in this mystical world

The blonde let out a soft sigh, as she fixed her clothes. She felt nervous of course, as she had a tailoring request that was filled.. or promised to be. Of course, she had asked around and one of the crafters was here at the church or so they said. Well it was unusual sure, but Besavel herself had yet to set foot in this cathedral. Why? Because she hadn't died to monsters yet. Her steps were soft slow, almost uncertain as she stood in front of the great double doors. She would hope that both crafters were together, but doubted it, so she had left a note that she was going to the Abbey. The girl wanted to ask for the blessing of God on this venture of hers.

And of course, as she decided to enter, the doors opened and let out a figure. The blonde didn't realize until she was ran into, and she just held onto the male to stop him from falling over. ''Forgive me, I must have lost focus. I am looking for a tailor, one of two that accepted my request.. would you know if someone had come by here recently?'' she asked. Of course, the girl didn't realize that said tailor was right in front of her, in her hands. She removed those as well, and tried to give a gentle smile, managing a slight turn of her lips. She was worried of course, not because the tailor would make a crappy outfit, but more so that she wanted to make sure that said tailor was okay.

It was something that she had to check, because not only would fascination rule her, but also concern for anyone involved with her. It was something akin to her old group. Many of them had gotten bullied because of her, and she didn't wish for anyone to feel lonely or left behind if they dealt with her. The blonde would smile at the male, having the urge to ruffle his fluffy looking hair and just in generally wanting to squish the adorable creature to herself. She had to calm down however, having a thing for animals might not necessarily end up being a good thing as of currently. Or rather, just squishing any part animal race wasn't nice.

Well okay it wasn't respectable. That was the big issue. The blonde elf let out a sigh, and moved to the side, remembering the small girl that had ran past. She had asked the same question, and the child had told her that a person was in there, that helped fixed her scarf. It was probably someone else, as Besavel wasn't going to discount that this male might be the right one, but not banking on it either. She just wanted to find the tailor and help them in any way that she could, her green eyes blinking very gently. She was rambling once again, that seemed to happen a lot as of late.. probably because she had entirely too much time to think on her hands, when she hadn't really thought entirely too much before.

Generally due to most things in real life requiring no thoughts in so far as she was concerned that is.

[/b] Kitkat Masami
•Words; 0540
•Music; Alsatia :: Galneryus
•Notes; Yay for awkward Besavel moments! [#88dfff]
•Credit; PerfectFallacy of Gangnam Style![/div][/ul][/div][/div][/div][/div]

[Masami]

Even though the request said to meet at the Westminster Abbey for a tailoring request, a young girl had instead chosen to make a slight detour in her destination instead. Having some extra time to kill Masami made a stop at one of the many inns that were located close by for the purpose of making a little extra money on the side before meeting her client for their tailoring request. Truth be told the bard/dancer found more enjoyment in entertaining people through music than actually making clothing for them instead, the latter be more of a personal choice for her own tastes than for others.

Anyway that’s how things started out this time, Masami had been to the meeting place earlier but had decided to dance for the patrons of a small inn. Letting the music move her body as she remembered best she could the growing crowd had asked for one too many encores of the girl making her late to her previous meeting arrangements. “I’m so sorry I really need to be going now. I can come back later tonight if you really want me." She spoke hurriedly performing many quick bows around the room as she gathered up her few meager belongings and rushed out of the building and down the street. Fortunately she had already been fairly close by which was the entire reason for choosing that particular venue for quick income.

Standing in front of the Westminster Abbey Masami stood frozen at the bottom of the main stairs as she racked her brain. The request was taken by her and another tailor but she had no idea who the person was and was even drawing a blank on her client as well. “At the very least I think the player name was Besev-something…." Speaking to herself as she drew a sharp breath and climbed the stairs to the main doors of the Abbey. Little did she know that she wouldn’t need to search very long or hard as two figures were standing in the middle of the doorway as if they just had a collision or something, her client and tailoring partner in this affair but it wasn’t as if she knew this at the time however. “Excuse me, I don’t mean to interrupt but I’m supposed to meet some people for a request. You two wouldn’t happen to have seen anyone like that have you?" The aspiring tailor spoke up as she approached the two, shifting her weight to her other leg as she came to a standstill.

Hopefully when she would meet the people she was looking for they’d overlook her tardiness a bit. After all this was her first formal request for someone else and the girl was more than a little nervous about making a good first impression and making a good product that the customer would be happy with. ‘Since there’d be two of us working it probably meant this request was either going to very challenging or having an extra set of hands would make the workload a lot easier to manage.

Tags: Kitkat Besavel
Words: 514
Music: 2nd Rewrite Opening 
Notes: Just using Dancer as a first post for introductions since crafting hasn't started yet.
Additional Notes of Random Note: Just realized I had the wrong color code for Masami, Expect a different speech color in the next post. (and possibly the one after as I figure out her color)