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[shrined]

Characters: Shiki Ryougi and YOU! (i.e. open log)
Date: September 17th
Format: Preferably action spam, but I'll match what you tag with!
Content Warnings: Possible vague references to some gorey acts, but other than that nothing.
Summary: Even without any desire to do anything or even live, Shiki can't really stay in one place forever.

[It's a bright, sunny day when Shiki finally steps out her assigned room and into the actual city. She'd spent the last while trying to get used to walking around without her sight in her room, but frankly, there were some things she needed that she just couldn't get in that place.

Like a decent kimono for one. You'd have to be crazy to think she'd keep wearing the hospital given one. Of course, the only problem was... y'know, getting to an actual store. Rather than wander aimlessly about, Shiki decided to take a seat at whatever sort of seating area was close by. She listens for footsteps and when people pass by. When it sounds like someone's close enough...]

Hey. You over there. [Yep, the girl with bandages wrapped around her eyes is calling out to you. Nothing strange about this at all.]

Comments

[beatavirgo]

[After spending a few days fussing over Signless and Psiioniic, Dolorosa has decided to explore the city a bit more. She wears a simple cloak to hide her face, and beneath it a dress just as simple. Her sign almost seems hidden, if one isn't looking near her hands where a plain cloth wristband lies and a jade green Virgo sign is embroidered on the bottom.]

[She needs to explore this place a bit more and hope that none of the other trolls recognize her horns; the market is especially of interest to her. It's there she's on her way to when she hears a voice calling to her. She looks at the alien girl curiously before identifying the bandages around her eyes.]

[Dolorosa may know how to wield a chainsaw for maximum efficiency, but she has a soft heart in the end. She comes a bit closer.]

Yes?

[shrined]

Would you know where a decent clothes store is? [Frankly she doesn't like having to ask for help--she'd really just prefer to have as little contact with other people in general--but unfortunately, even she knew that this wasn't something she'd be able to do on her own like this.]

[beatavirgo]

A clothes store? [Her attention has been firmly caught. Dolorosa comes closer, settling down besides her.] I have seen some locations which sell clothing. However, I am also someone who is rather skilled if I may say so. I could make something for you depending on what garment you would like to wear.

[shrined]

[A soft hum as she thinks it over. She had no idea what kind of place she was in, but she was willing to bet it wouldn't have the more traditional kind of clothing she wore... Maybe commissioning someone would be easier.]

What would you want as payment?

[beatavirgo]

Well, if you are as new as most of the individuals here seem to be, I would not wish to ask too much of you. Perhaps just enough to buy some supplies I could not get, and a promise to send anyone who is interested in your new garments in my direction.

Would that sound agreeable?

[shrined]

[a nod] That's fair enough. When would you need the money for the supplies by?

[beatavirgo]

Depending on the material, I could manage to buy it right now and when I deliver the finished product to you is when you could provide the payment for it.

What sort of outfit would you wish for me to make?

Video;

[cu_chulainn]

[Sitting around and bumming off of acquaintances was certainly not the way to go, but Lancer had found himself locked in the conundrum of being willing to work, yet unwilling to beg. He preferred the 'scouting' process, in which potential employers saw him, liked him and then asked for his help. It was the same as fighting for any of the old kingdoms, really. Normally, the middle tiers of qualified workers got picked up by whoever wanted them the most.

Unluckily for him, he didn't know that the more modern ages didn't work quite like that. As he smoked away the last of his money and scratched the ears of his old master's hound familiars, Lancer looked at the light tunneling down from the ceiling of the realm as Ryougi spoke up to him.]

What's up, missy? [He said, not even sparing a glance her way.]

Video;

[shrined]

[Ah... While Shiki knew that she had some sort of communication device given to her, her natural disdain for technology in general and lack of interest in connecting to other people in any way or form had meant that she didn't spend a whole lot of time trying to figure out how it worked. It feels more like she's talking to air, if anything.

Still, she frowns. In a place like this, she'd rather take a "hey you" or something as informal rather than a placeholder like that, even if it wasn't meant in such a way.]

You know what kind of shops are around here?

[cu_chulainn]

[The meandering silence that came after Ryougi's question was predictable. Lancer didn't shop. One of the two dogs at his side raised its head up and looked Ryougi over. Though they were only familiars, they were still adept at tracking beings who used magic--and, Ryougi was a psychic that met the basic pre-requisites for their targeting. The dog flared its maw for a moment before Lancer gave it a withering glare, forcing it to lie back down and rest its head on his thigh again.]

In these neighborhoods, you're only gonna find the basic small stores--just convenience stores, really. If you want somethin' that isn't just basic toiletries or liquor, it's better to hit up the Market.

[shrined]

[Did he have animals with him or something? Something felt... a little off though. Well, it wasn't any of her business, nor did she care enough to ask.] Hm. What am I gonna find in the market then?

[cu_chulainn]

You really dunno? Well--it's a stands and shops. You'll find artisans for specific goods and for the rest, it's all decently packaged stuff. Course, obviously whatever's not hand-crafted on the spot is gonna be more expensive.

Overall, it's likely more clothes n' food than anythin' else down there. [Lancer noted Ryougi's posture and above all else, he could tell she was athletic. He was far from an innocent man, devoid of hardiness in battle, but most of all he had the uncanny knack of being able to tell from a person's frame what kind of athletics they got themselves into. Ryougi looked much more like a hunter than anything else, even giving her restrictive clothing.]

Want help gettin' there? I imagine that stuff's gotta be cumbersome to wear too often.

[shrined]

[She doesn't go out much man, don't be too harsh!! Though of course she keeps that to herself and listens silently.]

Good thing clothes are what I'm looking for. [At his offer though, Shiki's frown only deepens. She just wasn't the type to take help from others so easily, and that was no different here. If she was really going to live like this though--choosing not to see--then she'd probably need to compromise at some point.] Directions on how to get there are fine. That shouldn't be too hard, right?

[itsaprototype]

[The papers have all been delivered and now a brisk walk back to the apartment for some well-earned book reading time (a very nice pastime, natch). Today was going rather swell, relatively speaking--only one gaggle of gnomes had run him over this day.]

[Subject to change at any time.]

[The sudden "hey, you!" was startling to say the least.]

Eh!? Oh, uhm, me?...Yes?...

[He turns to see the bandaged young woman. Stunned speechless by her nigh impeccable stoicism. Those last two words were amongst his thoughts that moment. As we as questioning as to why he decided to approach her at that moment.]

[shrined]

[If the bandages didn't cover them, he'd see one eyebrow being raised. She remembered that "she" practically radiated rejection towards everyone she met when she was younger, but she really had been trying to sound as neutral as possible. Maybe she needed to work on that...]

... calm down. [It's said awkwardly and stiffly, but she just wants to get this done as quickly as possible.] I just want to ask a question.

[itsaprototype]

[Weird as this situation was, a question was a question...he still perspires.] Y-yes. Do go right ahead!

[His attempt at sounding pleasant was largely a success. Must be that new decaffinated beverage he had just recently tried. It was boasted as being able to steady the nerves with the precision of cold steel!...whatever that meant.]

[Being the resident paper boy, he might as well communicate with all of his charges as possible! No, that's not why...he should because it's the neighborly thing to do. Not that the Unversed have particularly helped with that.]

[shrined]

Do you know what kind of clothes they sell here? [That sounded neutral enough to not cause any nervousness, right...]

[itsaprototype]

Hmmm...

[Being the sort who owns about twenty outfits, all of them the same outfit, this question seemed out of place...]

[Then again, a stroll earlier that week proved more fruitful in hindsight.]

It's a block or two from here, but there is rather large department store specializing in all sorts of garments, formal or otherwise. For anyone of any social status, might I add!

[Might want to slow down a bit there, Eddward.]

But pardon, I have not introduced myself. My name is Eddward, paperboy extraordinaire and...unfortunate victim of circumstance, given my current luck with my employment. At any rate, might I inquire as to your name? Perhaps an opinion on your favorite assortment of clothes would also be a terrific start! [Most of his shaking has died down a bit. A brim of confidence is always needed for first impressions, Eddward thought.]

[shrined]

A block? That's close. [All the better for her as she adjusted to not seeing at any rate. Still, all the questions... She sighs.]

... Shiki Ryougi. [The way she says her name is a bit slow, almost uncomfortable. It's hard to see a change in her expression with the bandages, but for whatever reason there is some noticeable discomfort.] Traditional Japanese clothing.

[faker]

[true to her intentions in her initial post, after settling in Nepeta's been busy exploring the city. before Sgrub she'd never even left her hive, making this an enormously exciting adventure. it was nice to simply stand around crowded places and watch people come and go.

until someone seemed to be hailing her down. Nepeta starts a little bit, a lifetime of wariness difficult to discard even in this city of mostly non-trolls. she turns a little and sees the caller, whose alien appearance relaxes her again. she smiles, cheerful once more.]

Oh, hi! What's up?

[shrined]

I have a few questions. [Said simply and bluntly. She has a feeling dealing with this much cheerful energy will tire her out.]

[faker]

I can't say I know everything about this place, but I'll try my best. [nothing wrong with being helpful, after all]

[shrined]

How much does stuff cost around here? [She wasn't sure she even had any money, but she figured she might as well start off somewhere...]

[faker]

It probably depends on what you're looking to buy. You might be able to haggle the price down a little, though.

[she hasn't really been conducting price comparisons during her city jaunts]

[shrined]

Yeah? How would you haggle?