Y/C turns around the corner and all of a sudden, a boutique appears with stardust spreading like connetti. A flyer convincingly lands in Y/C's hand.
Displeased that fashion is only available for the rich in this society?
Well, head down to Brimstone & Roses where you are your own model for a affordable price.
Well, head down to Brimstone & Roses where you are your own model for a affordable price.
Rules:
(1) While this is aimed at fantasy characters, anyone can up and join.
(2) Please restrain from purposely destroying in the shop because your character will be kicked. Accidents are okay however.
A quick break of the forth wall here, I have no clue how Volitivo is outside of his camp, and we're going to ignore that.
Volitivo carefully walked inside the mysterious boutique that appeared out of thin air and stardust, tugging gently at his veil nervously. The boutique was quite lovely, having a calm, brown color scheme that was easy on the eyes.
Volitivo noticed the door that had a sign said bar on it, but seemed to have no interest of it as of yet. "Hello?" He called out in a soft, gentle voice, it was a miracle anyone could hear him talking so quietly. "I received this flyer and.. wanted to see what it was all about.."
Volitivo carefully walked inside the mysterious boutique that appeared out of thin air and stardust, tugging gently at his veil nervously. The boutique was quite lovely, having a calm, brown color scheme that was easy on the eyes.
Volitivo noticed the door that had a sign said bar on it, but seemed to have no interest of it as of yet. "Hello?" He called out in a soft, gentle voice, it was a miracle anyone could hear him talking so quietly. "I received this flyer and.. wanted to see what it was all about.."
"Welcome to my Brimstone and Roses, darling." Mother Maria appeared out of nowhere. She had a sewing pin in her mouth and was currently looking the small child in a nun's attire.
"For a limited time, I'm offering anything in my boutique for free."
"All someone needs is a flyer like you are holding." Mother Maria showed the boy one of her award winning smiles.
"For a limited time, I'm offering anything in my boutique for free."
"All someone needs is a flyer like you are holding." Mother Maria showed the boy one of her award winning smiles.
Volitivo gasped and stumbled a few steps back when Mother Maria appeared out of nowhere, he stared for a few seconds, his eyes widened, then figured he should pay attention to what this woman was saying.
"Oh." Volitivo looked down at the flyer in his hands, and gently tilted his head back up to look at Mother Maria.
"This is a very sweet, thoughtful thing for you to do, miss." Volitivo nodded at Mother Maria as a gesture of respect.
"A few of the boys in the camp I belong to accidentally tore their uniforms while climbing a tree to save a stray cat, and I was hoping to find somewhere that could make new ones." Volitivo said in a gentle voice, "Or something to wear temporarily that is similar, until Lillakille can get them some new ones." Volitivo calmly added. "So, uhm." Volitivo looked down at the flyer again, then looked back up at Mother Maria. "Could you help me? Please?"
"Oh." Volitivo looked down at the flyer in his hands, and gently tilted his head back up to look at Mother Maria.
"This is a very sweet, thoughtful thing for you to do, miss." Volitivo nodded at Mother Maria as a gesture of respect.
"A few of the boys in the camp I belong to accidentally tore their uniforms while climbing a tree to save a stray cat, and I was hoping to find somewhere that could make new ones." Volitivo said in a gentle voice, "Or something to wear temporarily that is similar, until Lillakille can get them some new ones." Volitivo calmly added. "So, uhm." Volitivo looked down at the flyer again, then looked back up at Mother Maria. "Could you help me? Please?"
The floor under her illuminated and smiled when the boy nodded at her. "Just giving back to the community."
"Tears? I can repair those with ease." The mention of this mysterious Lillakille. "Is she your camp counselor?"
One could notice the unusual amount of vampires in the boutique, either customer or employee.
"Tears? I can repair those with ease." The mention of this mysterious Lillakille. "Is she your camp counselor?"
One could notice the unusual amount of vampires in the boutique, either customer or employee.
Volitivo nodded. "Yes, Lillakille is my camp counselor! She is very sweet and kind." He stated, before reaching into his bag and pulling out two uniforms with some rough tears in them, a few twigs and leafs on them. Volitivo held them out to Mother Maria and smiled, "Bless you, you're so kind, like Lillakille." Volitivo warmly added.
Volitivo, however, was surprisingly unaware of the vampires, because he was too focused on getting the uniforms fixed.
Volitivo, however, was surprisingly unaware of the vampires, because he was too focused on getting the uniforms fixed.
"As she should. I don't get the adults who are plain mean to children." Mother Maria grabbed the uniforms from Volitivo and picked off the leafs and twigs.
She placed them on a table with her sewing machine. MM inspected each one of them carefully and placed a pin in any tear that she found.
She placed them on a table with her sewing machine. MM inspected each one of them carefully and placed a pin in any tear that she found.
Volitivo watched closely and curiously, watching as MM inspected them and placed the pins in them.
He stood a distance so he wouldn't get in the way or anything.
He stood a distance so he wouldn't get in the way or anything.
Once satisfied, she began stitching the uniforms using her sewing machine. Mother Maria briefly paused to speak to one of her assistants then returned back to work. She began humming a melody along the soft sound of the sewing machine. A woman pushed over a ottoman for Piccolo to sit on. "Would you like anything to drink?" Mother Maria said, dropping her usual theatrical accent.
Lei was taking a quick shortcut through the back alleyways of the town he was in, rounding a corner and happening upon the boutique materializing in front of his eyes.They took a step back in surprise as the boutique finished forming in front of them. When did this place exist? How had they never stumbled upon it? They snatched the flyer floating towards them, inspecting it, and swiftly folding it into fourths and pocketing it.
They quietly pushed into the shop, footsteps precise yet silent. Lei's eyes darted around the room, quickly taking note of the inside of the shop, and it's occupants, taking a few moments to determine if this was a actual store, or a place where they would have to fight their way out, the decision visible in their body language. They shifted their weight from foot to foot, arms at their thighs, as if ready to reach for a weapon.
They quietly pushed into the shop, footsteps precise yet silent. Lei's eyes darted around the room, quickly taking note of the inside of the shop, and it's occupants, taking a few moments to determine if this was a actual store, or a place where they would have to fight their way out, the decision visible in their body language. They shifted their weight from foot to foot, arms at their thighs, as if ready to reach for a weapon.
Volitivo noticed a woman putting an ottoman nearby, so he gently took a seat on it.
His head turned to Mother Maria, "Ah, of course. Do you have lemonade? Or tea?" Volitivo asked with a curious tone.
Volitivo's head turned once more, noticing Lei walk in.
His head turned to Mother Maria, "Ah, of course. Do you have lemonade? Or tea?" Volitivo asked with a curious tone.
Volitivo's head turned once more, noticing Lei walk in.
[*] . . .
Radio is only listening to his own footsteps and the weird clacky noise his spray paint can makes as he shakes it in preparation to paint some shoddy city walls. yet when he turns the corner, he doesn't see another alleyway, but a boutique?? he almost doesn't catch the flyer, his eyes still staring at the entrance.
The demihuman tilts his head, quickly shoving the can into a backpack pocket. he doesn't remember this being here, but things are crazy nowadays, he reckons. he warily walks in, ears swiveling towards the slightest noises. Radio offers an awkward wave, tail coiling behind him nervously.
Radio is only listening to his own footsteps and the weird clacky noise his spray paint can makes as he shakes it in preparation to paint some shoddy city walls. yet when he turns the corner, he doesn't see another alleyway, but a boutique?? he almost doesn't catch the flyer, his eyes still staring at the entrance.
The demihuman tilts his head, quickly shoving the can into a backpack pocket. he doesn't remember this being here, but things are crazy nowadays, he reckons. he warily walks in, ears swiveling towards the slightest noises. Radio offers an awkward wave, tail coiling behind him nervously.
Mother Maria looked at both of the newcomers and snapped her manicured fingers. A tall assistant with bed hair went to greet Lei and Radio. "Welcome to Brimstone & Roses," the assistant said like he was reading off a script. "Mother Maria is right now busy but feel free to look around for anything you like," he added. Mother Maria had finished two of the uniforms in the time being. "We have anything you can think of," she responded.
Instead of looking around, Lei seemed to be here for a highly specific reason. They addressed the assisting with a quick "Does Miss Maria repair damaged clothes? If so, I've got a dress I would like repaired please.". They grabbed what seemed like empty air, as soon as their hand closed they were grasping a coat hanger with a maid dress on it, which was badly damaged. A variety of damage was distributed throughout the dress, the majority being knife marks.
Having received a flyer and being honestly intrigued by it,
Perhaps he needed new clothes, or something else..
He wasn’t sure, but he wanted to give a try.
As he entered the shop, he looked everywhere in amazement, being completely speechless.
What does that reminded him of? Nobody know, but him only.
Perhaps he needed new clothes, or something else..
He wasn’t sure, but he wanted to give a try.
As he entered the shop, he looked everywhere in amazement, being completely speechless.
What does that reminded him of? Nobody know, but him only.
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