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Post by Ramina on Dec 19, 2016 2:34:59 GMT
Ramina was sitting in her apartment, gently brushing her fur after it had dried from her early morning shower. The store would be opening soon, and she always had to look her best as the specialized brush ran through her fur, getting any tangles out and leaving it soft and shiny. After that, another hairbrush for normal hair would be run through her gorgeous, waist-length black hair.
Donning her clothes, the cat would gently straighten the black knee-length dress with soft silver sparkles before heading downstairs to her shop. Checking everything out, she made sure that she was ready and opened up the shop, the cat unlocking the door before sitting behind the counter reading a magazine.
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Post by Endivia on Dec 19, 2016 21:43:39 GMT
Power Level: 10,325 Word Count: 404
I guess a change of outfit wouldn’t hurt, Endivia thought. The morning sun, relatively high in the sky already, cast its ray over the East Capitol. This was a corner of the world – a corner of Earth – which the Saiyaness had not really spend much time investigating. Much like other cities, it was busy. The initial rush of hectic folk trying to get to work, drop their children off at school and so on had waned a little, but it was hardly a quiet period. The streets were alive, flowing, the life’s blood of the planet and all its economic organs. And through those streets she walked, the taupe-tailed traveller in search of something simple.
Then again, I can’t say I dislike what I’m wearing…? She looked down at her attire, lips twisting a little in bemusement. Her current wardrobe said a lot about who she was, what she had been through, but at the same time there was some negativity obscured within the stitches. There was no denying that every star had their own personal image, something which always made them recognisable to an audience – something which invoked fashion statements. Humans seemed to cycle like that; part of what made them different was that the vogue could turn around as quickly as the winds, never stale and stagnant.
“Mm, definitely time for a fresh look,” Chicory chirped: “At this rate there’ll be no lower half to this…” Black tank top showing serious signs of wear and tear, the ‘gashes’ in the fabric at one side were just threads away from overlapping and leaving her with a gaping hole in her clothes. Her jeans were a little faded, losing some of their ivory hue and looking a little greyer than she would have liked. The only piece of garb that remained vivid and fresh was the purple, one-sleeved shrug, but even that was beginning to fray a little. All these fading features were mostly unnoticeable, but the wearer’s comfort was waning progressively, a sure sign that it was time to pick out something new.
Not a particularly fussy person despite her acclaim and aspirations, Endivia walked with nonchalance towards an available open store, perhaps unaware of its ownership. Indeed, she was far more concerned about its contents than its customer service, but a good amount of the latter never hurt. She opened the door, tail unfurling from around her leg as she stepped inside…
You’re up, Daika!
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Post by Daika on Dec 20, 2016 12:26:35 GMT
"What the heck am I supposed to do? If people see a big, burly Saiyan strolling down the sidewalk of course they are going to try and get away from him!" Daika yelled angrily, however the Shopkeeper simply sighed and shook his head. "The Saiyan invasion may have caused alot of humans to live in fear of the Saiyans, but what would you do if you saw a warrior dressed in full battle-armor walking down the side of the street? Of course you would be scared and run away! While people may always view you with some suspicion, you could at least get something other than your combat suit to wear so that you don't always look like your there to kill someone!" He slammed his fist down on the counter. The albino warrior was about to return fire with his own retort, however he suddenly found that what the man had said was completely true. "Now, if you don't mind I'm trying to run my store, so could you go please bother someone else with your fashion problems?" The owner continued, before switching his attention to another customer. Daika took this as his cue to leave, and ventured forth from the rude man's store in search of some place where he could find new clothing, something he personally had thought he would never have to do. The Saiyan had made a quick trip back to Earth from Namek before his training could formally begin in order to grab a few odds and ends he had left behind. Originally, he hadn't thought on bringing all of his personal belongings, however seeing that it would be taking a long time for his training to finish, the Saiyan decided that it would be for the best to bring them along with him to Namek. He had packed his ship with his belongings a few hours earlier, but now he was looking for clothing. Maybe there was a store around here that sold Namekian-styled outfits? The Saiyan doubted it, but it was possible it would make his mentor happier if he showed up in something that didn't scream 'I'm a murderous space monkey'. He walked down the street, ignoring the humans who stopped to stare at him as he continued to search for a store until he spotted a small clothing shop which had just opened for business for the day, and was already attracting other customers. He waited for a short moment as a woman entered the store before walking towards the entrance. Well, here goes nothing, Daika thought as he pulled the door open and walked inside.
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Post by Ramina on Dec 20, 2016 15:00:05 GMT
The door's soft jingle was picked up by the sharp ears of the storeowner, the cat walking forwards to greet her customers rather quickly. Giving a soft bow, the cat gently offered a paw in a handshake. "Welcome to The Cat's Meow, the best fashion store this side of town. My name's Ramina, and I'll be helping you both today." The zoanthrope's voice was friendly, ears at attention and a soft smile on her fuzzy muzzle. "Now, what are you both interested in? I have clothing for every race's style of preference, even human clothing made to fit Saiyans in the Saiyan section. I can tell you both are of that race, please come with me and I'll show you to your sections." Turning and walking towards the back, the snow leopard's tail twitched gently on the floor as she walked. Noticeably, her coat and hair was well-kept and her fur did not shed onto anything in the vicinity. Endivia, Daika (Sorry for taking so long, won't be on tonight but I will reply tomorrow morning so don't worry!)
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Post by Endivia on Dec 20, 2016 20:11:10 GMT
Power Level: 10,325 Word Count: 543
“Welcome to ‘The Cat’s Meow’,” were the first words that greeted Endivia as she entered the clothing store. A typical retailer’s warmness was presented by a not so typical assistant – a woman of Zoanthropic descent. Such people, those who partook of the Earth as humanity did, were not an uncommon sight. Indeed, among the guitarist’s once decent fan base, there was probably an average of one Zoanthrope to every two normal humans. They made up a good chunk of the terrestrial populace, but this one was anything but the stereotypical anthropomorphic animal. Well-dressed, well-groomed and well-mannered, the feline female was a league above the norm. It was quite a welcome shock.
“Ramina, huh?” quizzed Chicory, raising an eyebrow slightly. The name alone had something of a regal ring to it, or at least the way she pronounced it seemed to suggest so. For all the entertainer knew, it could have been an extremely common name, which was far more than could be said for her own abnormality of nomenclature. Endivia was not the easiest given name to pronounce, hence her preference of the stage name ‘Chicory’.
Wait, two– Oh… Oh, wow… Her attentions having been upon anything but her surroundings, the Saiyaness had failed to realise her company, only now turning to spy the man to whom Ramina had been referring. Another of Vegetan origin, dressed in the standard battle attire of the warrior race; the vision would have made her blood run cold and her innards boil, had it not been for another feature of the man’s being. He was pale. Not just pale, but snowy of hair and fiery of eye – a stark contrast to her personal appearance. Nonetheless, her tail coiled behind her back, both in question and concern. Her face remained a vision of calmed demeanour, somehow.
“Please come with me,” the clothier called: “I’ll show you to your sections!” “Lead the way,” Endivia affirmed, looking back and forth between the leopard lady and the snowy Saiyajin for a moment before advancing. The clothing shop, ‘The Cat’s Meow’, might have only had two patrons at present, but it felt indescribably busy. Various articles of clothing hung neatly from display rails, a few faceless mannequins adorned with showpieces and matching accessories and one could not deny that the splashes of colour were surprisingly coordinated. This was no simple salesroom she had stumbled upon, so it seemed. The term ‘fashionista’ sprang to mind as she regarded Ramina’s sleek aesthetic.
It unsettled the outcast a tad; feeling scruffy in comparison.
“Mm, name’s Endivia, by the way,” Chicory chimed in, breaking the admittedly brief silence. She could not deny that the white ape’s presence was procuring a prickly sensation, but he at present was not being hostile. That was good. Her ties to the Solar Empire severed by her own irenic ideology, the ebon-haired angel felt oddly pressured. If he was trying to wage war, then he was not doing a very good job of it. Maybe she was judging the book by the cover, but he seemed off compared to the more violent side of Saiyajin kind. Still, she honed in upon Ramina’s previous question, gesturing to her own uneven dress: “You haven’t got anything that’s… Well– That’s like this, have you?”
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Post by Daika on Dec 21, 2016 14:07:01 GMT
Daika found himself being greeted as soon as he stepped inside the store by it's owner, welcoming both him and the other customer to 'The Cats Meow'. At first, the Saiyan was greatly confused by the name. Why is it called 'The Cats Meow' of all things? What do cats have to do with clothing?? However, this question was answered when the Saiyan finally laid eyes upon the owner of the store. Turned out that the store was called 'The Cats Meow' because the owner herself was a Zoanthrope, a cross between both an animal and a human being. This woman in particular being some kind of feline Zoan. In response to her friendly greeting, the Saiyan gave her a small nod of respect. The Saiyan kept quiet, choosing instead to look around the store for anything that may grab his interest than engage in conversation. Clothes and fabrics of every color and more were strewn about on racks and mannequins. As Ramina asked for her customers to follow her to the Saiyan section of the store, the Saiyan simply followed after her and the other customer had advanced forwards. A brief silence followed as they continued to walk, however it was broken by the Saiyaness, who introduced herself as Endivia. Instead of remaining quiet like before, now was the time which the Saiyan chose to speak. "Daika. A pleasure." Normally, the Saiyan would be very talkative, however due to fact that not only was he on a tight schedule, but he also didn't know either of these people at all. He turned his attention back to Ramina as they approached the Saiyan section of the store. "I don't suppose you have anything... Namekian-styled, do you? I need some clothing for a trip off-world, and the battle-armor doesn't quite let people know that contrary to popular beliefs, I am not there to kill them." He stated, hoping that she had at least something in such a style. If not, the Saiyan would be disappointed, but would most likely pick up some other clothes.
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Post by Ramina on Dec 21, 2016 14:33:49 GMT
The albino Saiyan was curiously silent, however not for long was the silence until it was broken by the Saiyaness. Her name was Endivia, something that rolled off the cat's tongue. "That is a very nice name, miss Endivia." Ramina replied, turning back to offer a soft smile. Signs hung on the ceiling, saiying Zoanthrope M or Zoanthrope F; and that went for every race section. Once they arrived to their destination, she would turn to the female. "Here we are, and as for your clothing style I have something for you miss. Look on the second shelf to the far left of this aisle and you may find what you're looking for." Turning to Daika, who had introduced himself earlier. "Pleasure to meet you as well sir. Daika is a nice name." Walking towards the male section, she did a brief amount of rummaging. Never thought I'd see the day when a Saiyan wanted one of these.. Pausing for a minute, the cat grabbed her measuring tape and walked towards the male. "Would you mind if I got a few measurements real quick, Daika? I need these to make sure what I get you fits. If not, I'll have the measurements to custom tailor something for you." Four itty bitty slightly Saiyan kis weren't too far away, albeit mixed with her own ki. Endivia, Daika (Won't be on tonight either. >_>)
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Post by Endivia on Dec 22, 2016 21:08:34 GMT
Power Level: 10,325 Word Count: 768
“Daika. A pleasure,” greeted the white-haired warrior. The two Saiyajin received equal regard of their names, but Ramina soon guided them to their respective regions of the store, forcing a somewhat short-lived conversation. To be fair, Endivia was still rather curious as to Daika’s hue – ivory hair and tail and a fairer complexion was nothing short of a rarity amongst the populace of Vegeta. In all her years there, she could never recall seeing such a thing as an albino Saiyan. And yet, here he was, in the flesh. His inquiry was even more intriguing, for what would a Saiyan want with Namekian attire?
Huh, I wonder if there’s such a thing as an albino Namekian, the guitarist guffawed. For some implacable reason, she found the very notion of such a thing rather entertaining, or at the very least it provoked humorous possibilities. She dismissed it, focusing instead on the reason she had come to The Cat’s Meow in the first place – fresh attire. The snow leopard siren had pointed her in the right direction, towards shelves and rails adorned with various articles of clothing. Many a shape and size accommodated for, one could not dismiss the notion that this retailer knew what she was doing, having seemingly mastered the arts necessary to maintain a healthy outlet such as this.
“Second on the far left,” Chicory recited, strolling towards the aisle’s end. Sure enough, the patron’s perusal became fruitful, for a whole section had been dedicated to the asymmetrical adornment for which she was most fond. Shirts missing a sleeve or of slanted hem and collar, trousers of cut length, jackets and leggings and more surrounded her. Dark eyes analysed, scrutinised and were mesmerised by the choice, from darker garb to far more colourful clothing. Nothing quite matched her current wardrobe, however, which seemed to quell her intrigue somewhat.
For quite a while she browsed, pulling things from their railings and comparing them to her figure, only to neatly return them to their place of rest after some quite dispute as to whether or not it suited her. There was not a single piece of clothing that she could brand as ‘tacky’ or ‘distasteful’, which only served to make the search more convoluted. Indeed, the dark-haired damsel was only filtering things out based on subtle whim, not outright taste.
“Maybe,” Endivia mumbled curiously to herself: “I could pay to get something custom…?” But that might end up more expensive than I can afford right now, her conscience called, reminding her of her substantial downtime. Being an idol in the music industry had been her dream for as long as she cared to remember, but there was a constant reminder that her efforts had ended up being the equivalent of the poison apple. She often questioned, what would have happened to the Earth had she not fled Vegeta? Perhaps it was guilt, dark and depressing, but at the same time it seemed stupid to bear the burden of blame for something of such scale. There was no way she alone was responsible for the attack, and yet Earthlings – Human, Zoanthrope and even Majin alike – had been oft quick to pin the blame where able.
“I should go home at some point,” Endivia mused.
A thought sprung up.
He’s dressed in armour, so he must be part of the Empire, right? Maybe I’ll ask if he knows what’s happening back on Vegeta… Concerns taken away from outfits for a moment, the taupe-tailed traveller considered her familial bonds, her calm façade visibly shifting into a soured grimace as she allowed such memories to flood her conscious mind. She pinched the bridge of her nose, squeezing her eyes shut and chewed her lip, forcibly shelving the tumult of her past. She had already fought enough over trivial disputes – the last opponent she needed on her steady climb back up the ladder of fame was herself. She sighed, eyes dulled.
And then she saw it.
“That’s perfect,” the Saiyan songstress squeaked. Eyes affixed to an article of attire the likes of which she had not seen before; a treasure hidden in plain sight. It was a relatively simple shirt, hemmed to reveal a portion of the belly, sleeveless and secured by a visible fabric strap designed to wrap around the right shoulder – the other strap was a simple transparent strip. However, it was less the core design and more the aesthetics that had caught the woman’s eye. It screamed wild, mysterious, distinct. Dark grey, broken by lighter stripes of slight silver and ivory, the inverted white tiger hide pattern was a monochromatic masterpiece…
The first piece of the puzzle has been found!
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Post by Queen Habana on Aug 9, 2017 3:39:12 GMT
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