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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2017 4:30:16 GMT
Art of the Dress Thread PL: 600 OOC: There we go. Sorry for the wait! Victoria Grace D'Avoire
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Pieter Wolfbane “Keep close, dear.” Victoria’s silky, mature, sophisticated voice warned. It held that warning tone of a watchful mother.
“Yes, mummy.” Responded Rosie, whose voice was laced with a dragging aspect to it. That of a child who was being dragged from store to store thanks to an overbearing guardian.
Which, in fact, was precisely what was happening.
Rosie, as per her mother’s request, scooched over closer. Victoria, as they walked through Ginger Town, did her best to lean over her daughter and keep the light drizzle away. Above the two of them was a grand parasol, of black lace design and several layers of what seemed to be a thin veil of cloth. Somehow no water seemed to permeate the thinly porous material — that was Victoria’s doing. Through magic she made sure that her daughter and herself would remain dry; the parasol was just a flimsy cover up for the invisible barrier above them.
Rosie had grown tired by now; the two of them had been at this for what felt like hours. Walking around from store to store, browsing about for ‘quality fabrics’. If it wasn’t for the fear of disappointing her mother Rosie wouldn’t ever have signed up to be a part of that dumb school dance. All this walking was starting to hurt her feet. It didn’t help that her mother was so tall! With Victoria's long legs Rosie had to struggle to keep up, especially when she was so excited and walked so fast.
“Muum, sloow doowwn.” Rosie whined, bumping her shoulder up against Victoria’s thigh. A brush to remind Victoria that her companion wasn’t of the same able-bodied fortitude.
Victoria, now realizing she was too caught up in her dress-making planning to allow her daughter to keep up, began to slow her pace.
“Oh, my apologies sweetie. Mum is a just tad bit too engaged with all this... You’ll have the most dazzling dress in that entire event, mark my words!” Victoria’s voice began to climb steadily, “your elegance will be so radiant that for the next THOUSAND YEARS THEY WIL--”
“Mom,” Rosie’s voice cut through to Victoria’s own, “You’re doing that weird thing again.”
Victoria pursed her lips, clearing her throat as she regained her composure. “Sorry.”
Rosie shook her head, taking a moment of solace to appreciate the much slower pace they proceeded so far. If it wasn’t for the bad weather Rosie might actually be enjoying herself, but unlike her mom, she didn’t enjoy rainy days all that much. The daughter rose her head, craning it up so she could peek up at her mother.
“What are we even looking for again? I thought you said you liked the ‘cut of their cloth’ on the last store, mummie…”
Victoria slowly nodded, “True, darling; I did. But, you see, I might be able to find cloth of even better quality if I search just a little harder.”
Rosie let out a sigh, doing her best to keep in good spirits.
“Why did we have to leave the city? They have a lot more stores there.”
“Also true, but out of the way communities always hold the utmost quality when it comes to non-electronic goods. Family business and life-long careers in a field yield results no machine could replicate.”
Rosie’s big bluish gray eyes settled down on the sidewalk, her face scrunching up a little as she tried to make sense of the big words her mother used. She understood the gist of her argument — or so she thought… But she still thought this was too much work just for a silly old dress.
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Jan 25, 2017 22:28:10 GMT
(No worries! For your own personal listening on this post.  ) There was a grocery store on this block that had a great number of odd folk coming in from outside of town that served more as a flea market for odd goods, while the store itself was simply a grocery store. The owners of this establishment would have 'monthly marketers' come to the parking lot and permit them to sell goods, so long as they'd get a very small cut of their profits! Folk from the plains around Ginger Town would come here, mainly from farm settlements with fresh goods that they grew. However, there were also those who'd taken several items from their home areas that they found intriguing, or couldn't hold on to anymore. Guitars, posters of musicians of ages passed, pipes part of intricate toy sets, anti-gravitational skates, and many other little nuances! There were even small stands of food vendors, who unlike most things nowadays, cooked their food with their own appendages, whether they were claws, hands, or tentacles! One of these particular small shops, almost doubling into two, was a fairly tribal one, of the famed Karinga Tribe! The Karinga, during this time, would get some of the members grouped together, regardless of what part of the tribe they were from, so that they could enrich some onlookers about their tribe's mixed culture. The Monkeys, of course, were apart of this, with the sub-tribe's chief assisting this time around. When the members grouped together, they had permitted some of the younger members the chance to meet with them. Pieter was asked to join them, too, as he'd spent quite a bit of time away from the tribe! Pieter agreed, and before he left, he was asked to pick up some more baby-care supplies from the store by his step sister, Letta. Wolfbane had told of what happened when he last went to go get baby supplies when they got back, mainly focusing on the strange person he encountered that tried to lie his way out of things and tried to mug him, although he sent him packing. Letta understood this, but wanted his help. Were it Waputhi asking, his older brother would've been keeling of in pain from one of Pieter's punches! However, Pieter owed Letta. So he went with the Chief to get the baby goods, as well as some of the other tribesman. The ride there was quiet for Pieter, but only because he was listening to some of the stories that his fellow tribesman had! They had some issue with some of the larger animals getting frantic, due to the many gigantic presences around the planet intimidating them. Pieter, himself, had felt these, and most didn't trouble him... Save for the immense ones that belonged to Bing and the former Queen of the SSE, of course, but then there was another that he hadn't recognized that had been knocking out many smaller presences! Pieter was eventually asked about what it was like in the realm of the dead, which caused all the tribes man to be silent. "I... I don't really like thinking about it. However, I will say this," Pieter spoke, sounding withdrawn, "Light is always present, it's quite cloudy, and, to top it all off... Some people are quite corny!"Come a couple hours after headed there by very slow ki flight, everyone else had gotten to business. Pieter wasn't asked to join the work at the shop, but at the very least keep an eye on the young members that came with them! While they were, at least 11 years old, they were still young and learning. The rainy day, though, helped keep the kids in check, keeping them close to the Karinga stand, so Pieter could get the supplies quickly! He had a been wearing a black tank top once more, with a matching black short sleeve button shirt. He wore his animal hide pants with the red cloth over top with the green and orange shapes atop. He had got himself a cart that was floating along with him, holding inside its carriage a separate bottles, ranging from ointments to simple shampoos, along with wipes, jars of baby food, and several other items on another list in hand. Pieter went through to the store to the registers and had everything paid for with some cash provided by the Chief. After the item was paid for, the carriage was brought over to the side, where Pieter could stack the items up on a small platform that, after stacking up, became a sort of forcefield around items, with a convenient hand where a digital pad was to disengage the forcefield to release the objects! "Alright, that seemed like everything," Pieter muttered to himself, taking the forcefield case in hand like a briefcase, as he looked at the zeni remaining. He counted it out and realized he had enough cash to pick up a small thing from town, which made him think about the bar he and the other members would hit up back before Pieter's travels! With a grin, Pieter rushed over to the Karinga stand and handed the items to the Chief, getting a bit soaked as he requested, "Hey Chief, do you mind watching over these things? The rain ought to keep the youngsters around the stands, so you shouldn't need me anymore, right?""That is true, 'Karn,' but can you be here, in case something goes wrong or we finish for the day," the Chief asked Pieter. The hunter nodded in agreement, with the Chief then stating, "Alright, then we'll see you in a couple of hours! In the meantime, I'm assuming you're hitting the, 'Loose Talon,' right? Take this and get me a couple bottles of a drink called, 'The Earth's Blood.' It's got a very orb-like body with a small tub that is corked with a bulbous cork. If ya can't find it, just ask! They'll know." 'Stomping Horse,' gave Pieter a couple thousand zeni extra in a clip, which the hunter pocketed in his shirt's left pocket, with the clip over the shirt to just be certain it didn't get lost. Pieter nodded and quickly stepped out of the parking lot excitedly, hoping to come across some of the old faces of friends in Ginger Town! He reached the sidewalk, pondering as he looked left and right, "Alright, which way was it..? Can't quite recall too much. Hmm..."(@grace, here's a post in return! Let us begin!  ) (Thread and Current PL: 166,977)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2017 5:48:48 GMT
As the two ladies strolled through the town, keeping weary of the rain, Victoria found herself on the same sidewalk as a rather interesting fellow. She instantly recognized the tribal get-up; he was definitely one of the natives she had earlier this month conversed with, trying to gather information about their ways for a court case. It had gone well, but that court case wasn’t what her mind was preoccupied with.
This man, being a native, would surely know the area well enough to give her some guidance. But, more importantly yet — he might be able to point her the way of the supreme quality of cloth she was looking for. At that realization the clacking of Victoria’s heeled steps hastened towards the stranger.
That only caused Rosie to groan — her mum was making it even harder for her to keep up!
“Excuse me!” Victoria called out to the man she approached, “Do you have a moment? I’m in a bit of a quest to find the utmost quality cloth for a dress. You see, my little one here will be having her first school event, and I want her to be dressed in her Sunday best. Would you, by any chance, be able to point me in the way of the most reputable craft store in the area? If you happen to know where it is, of course.”
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Feb 10, 2017 6:26:50 GMT
(Sweet!  ) Pieter scratched his head, pondering in a quiet tone, "Was it down the block to the right, then make a left at the circle and continue dow-"A woman's voice attracted Pieter's attention from none too far away, along with a mixture of small quick steps and clicking heels! Pieter looked towards her, stating, "I can't exactly say what the most quality cloth is, but I can assure you that-"The woman before him was drop dead gorgeous, and was quite tall, having to look up to her or he'd be staring at her chest! Pieter, on top of that, had seen this person somewhere, but couldn't put a finger on it. With her was a young girl, just tall enough to reach the woman's hip. He asked her, blushing a bit red, "U-uh... Have we met before, ma'am? You seem quite familiar..."Pieter turned towards her, finding it a bit difficult to look her in the eyes. He put his hands on his hips, as he tried to put it to thought. Meanwhile, he did tell her, "There's a flea market in this parking lot that the super market hosts every once and a while. If you want to look for some furs or authentic leather, I can lead you to the stand. Although, I'm not too certain that... BACK AT THE LOOKOUT," the hunter blurted out with a sudden pause, finally able to put her face to it with a smile! He continued with a confident expression with this familiarity, a warming tone as he looked to both the lady and the little girl, "You were the one who arrived there by craft and were looking at the slabs every now and again, as if something were wrong with them. I don't believe we actually caught each other's names. I'm Pieter Wolfbane! What're your names?"(@grace , Sava the Saiyan!)
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Post by Sava the Saiyan on Feb 11, 2017 1:17:26 GMT
Sava had entered into the area, floating as he watched the others around him. He had crossed his arms, looking just around the store where he had recently located to. His eyes began to pierce nearby civilians as a sort of "joke" he had been using since he was in Ginger Town. He stopped, his scouter beginning to beep, Sava exhaled in annoyance and moved forth. Just onto the grocery store, he continued to exhale at the idea of more people nearby..and they had power far above his. "Hello? Can someone reveal their power level to ME?" Sava said, continuing to the sidewalk. Unbeknownst to the fact that he was now bumping into a leg, Sava's eyes widened as he stepped back, he had accidently stepped farther in. And now he was stopping in his tracks, his eyes darted up to see who it was..a Native here apparently, someone who looked to resemble earth culture. Besides her was a girl of what Sava had called "Unintentional Glamour" Her entire outfit was starting to bore him, and now she had another girl too..someone that looked to be her daughter..
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