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Don't Be Afraid To Be Who You Are - Auradon Side
The Rain Rain Rain Came Down Down Down
Just over a week after the Isle visit people would find themselves drawn outside. The reason might vary, it was a lovely day and the air had the sweet scent of spring. It was the first truly warm day, and perhaps that was it. But for whatever reason everyone, or nearly everyone, found themselves outside and then drifted peacefully off to sleep.
As they slept a gentle rain came down upon them, soft enough to wake only those in a cursed sleep. The water not only broke dark spells and curses on the people the rain touched but for some people it brought a very different sort of transformation.
A number of the Missrecalled might find themselves awakening older than they had been when they fell asleep. Some of them might awaken with all their older self's memories, or maybe those would come with time, or maybe the memories would need more help to return. But when everyone awoke with a light dew on their faces and clothes, some people would be in for quite the surprise....
Gift In Time Gift In Time Nary A Reason Nary A Rhyme Gift In Time!
After the odd outdoor nap, many might wish to head into their rooms to get changed and freshen up. Or maybe they wouldn't go back to their room for a while, but when they did they would find a gift on their beds waiting for them....
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"What on Earth do you think you're doing?!", he shouted, running up to them. Not near enough that he'd likely get drawn into the fight, but near enough that any future conversation wouldn't need to be shouted.
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"We're sparring," he said flatly.
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Looking to Gabe, he said, “Yes, well, there were … extenuating circumstances.” Spoken while still flying back down to the floor.
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Hope got up slowly and stretched, circled Gabriel a few times before landing on her head. "Don't eat my hair stick," she scolded. And got hissed at.
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"If you intend to do this regularly, it would be a far better to have a designated area for it. Or at least to warn everyone before you begin, so no one misinterprets things."
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"Though if you've been training here regularly..." He trailed off, frowning thoughtfully. "Perhaps I simply don't get out enough to have noticed. In any case, I apologize for interrupting."
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He looked to Gabe and nodded. “Perhaps so. I don’t think people usually come this way unless they want to train or spar. Your apology is accepted. You are … Gabriel?” He had seen Gabe around, although they hadn’t talked at length.
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"I am Sephiroth. I am pleased to meet you. And thank you for your offer. I may need to take you up on that, if you are able to make clothing accommodating wings."
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Out loud she said nothing, but her expression spoke volumes, and Hope's hissing laughter didn't help matters.
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"I understand that not everyone appreciates fashion as an art form. And while it's true that much of what I do from day to day back home puts aesthetics on the forefront in one way or another, that doesn't mean I'm all style and no substance. If all one cares about is looks, they might have a few successes, but they won't last very long in the fashion business. First and foremost, it's about producing a high-quality product that suits the needs and tastes of the person or people who'll be wearing it."
Turning his gaze to Sephiroth, his smile became a bit less wry. "If you'd be willing to come in for some measurements, I'll be glad to make you some things suited to your wings." The slight edge returned when he turned his gaze back to Kaylin, however. "And I'd be perfectly willing to make you something as well. Perhaps a tunic with padded shoulders to keep your little friend's claw's from digging into your skin? It can't be very comfortable. Or perhaps I could alter something you already have? You'd be astonished how much a well-tailored garment can improve your freedom of movement, after all."
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“Thank you,” he said with a nod. “I will definitely do that.”
He wondered if Kaylin would let go of pride enough to give it a try.
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Turning back to Kaylin, he added, "And it's interesting you should mention clothes keeping people safe. A little over a year before I arrived here, I had a special commission from the Paris police department. I wasn't privy to the details, but they needed three specially designed gowns for use in an undercover operation. The bodices were lined with Kevlar- a type of fabric that's resistant to bullets and projectiles- essentially making them into lightweight body armor. Most of the skirts could be detached if need be, each had a hidden pocket where evidence could be stored, the garters doubled a sheaths for small knives, and the matching accessories contained recording devices."
"As for cost being a factor, while that would certainly be the case back home, since I've been here, I haven't had any need to charge for my services. There's not enough people here at present to really create anything like an economy, and most of the materials and equipment I've been using have been things that were already on hand. It's actually been a pleasant break from dealing with the business side of things, in that aspect."
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He nodded in agreement to the intriguing story. "Clothes can have many functions," he said. "That is impressive you designed those."
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Kaylin did have an appreciation of beauty, but it meant something to her so she kept it dear and hidden and protected. But even if she didn't... clothes weren't it.
Anyway, she had spent way too ocean walled long in a dress that was arguably the most magical and lovely dress anyone had ever seen and all it did was nearly get her killed many times over and made the already chilly Barrani hate her even more.
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As for Kaylin, he quirked an eyebrow at her statement about armor. How could a police officer- which was what it sounded like she was- not know what an undercover operation is? "Bullets are... well consider them to be like arrows or crossbow bolts," he said, "but both smaller and deadlier, as they're propelled with much greater force. And given what you said about armor, I'm guessing you don't know what 'undercover' means in this context either, am I correct?"
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He was confused by Kaylin not knowing what an undercover operation was either. Perhaps they called it something different in her world? Or perhaps with the structure of her world, they didn't require such things? That was harder to comprehend, however. He folded his arms, puzzled as he pondered.
"Don't you ever have the need for an officer to be in disguise somewhere to spy on or catch criminals?" he asked her.
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