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[Open] I see what's mine and take it

Who: Caren and you!
When: After the Adra housewarming, throughout June
Where: Lasker, Halls of Glory, Caissa
What: Caren ranked up
Rating: None yet, but will be updated if it does!

A: Have a drink

If you don't mind I-

[She didn't get to finish her sentence. She had just wanted to get over to the merchants so she could tend the fires. Instead, her politeness was answered with water to the face. Now, she would have been fine if it was fresh water. She might have even been fine if it was just her first shot. But this was around her fifth, or twentieth, maybe even the hundredth time. And this water smelled funny.

...heck it might not have been that, but they were in her way and thought they could get away with it. She offered a grim little smile, baring her teeth.]

Oh. You wanted me to tag you back? All you had to do was ask.

[This citizen likely thought it was good fun to drench the tiny hero. Really, it was a good thing that she was a rook, otherwise she might have had bruises on her face from all the shots she had taken.

But with a flicked hand upwards, she summoned water from one of the geysers. It came around, hovering like a ball; then another flick of her wrist, and it started spinning, right over her hand. Her smile turned into a snarl.]

I suggest you run while you can.

B: Five mornings at Dunya's

[The costume was awful. There was really no two ways about it, it was awful. It was made for someone taller than Caren, that was for certain, and she had to go around like some sort of idiot, attracting attention. Well sure she could attract attention, but it wasn't...quite like this. Not in a suit that smelt funny, flopped around like the suit was possessed, and...really, she didn't have any ideas.

....was that a screaming fox? That might have been someone in a costume who was running around screaming. Sounded like they couldn't take it anymore. She understood the feeling.]

God help me with this. I don't know what to do.

[Because well, being violent, while fun, wasn't actually very productive. And it didn't earn her money, which could be important in the future. Particularly if she wanted to make sure that she had it when she needed it.]

C: Training with wires

[A rank up, and she had new weapons. It was...a funny set actually, and one that tickled her sense of humour a bit. Wires, razor sharp, that could extend far further then her shawl. She could conduct spells through these gloves, through the wires, she thought-it was perfect. But...like all things, there were problems getting from one point to another.

She brought her hand up. A single wire, thick as a man's index finger, rose from one of the steel rings at the end of her knuckles. She aimed it towards the practice dummy, her face grim with determination. Sweat trickled down one temple as it moved closer, closer....and flopped to the ground, so close but so far.

There was a wordless little growl, and she was able to retract it, rapid and frustrated, nearly hitting herself, or someone standing too close in the process.

Doesn't matter. She's going to try again.]

D: General training/studying

[It wasn't just the wires that Caren was studying. There were the general lessons that she was using with her shawl, trying to get a better feel for it; the spells, which she tried to manage and do very carefully. Sometimes she could be seen, with various weapons-mostly whips and shields-trying to go through drills. There was general practice with gymnastics, jogging, and other things too.

She also sought others out to practice, with one form of weapon or another. Maybe with a jerk of the chin, a narrowing of the eyes and a quiet, but confident, challenge.

Still others, she could be found in the library, taking in all sorts of books. Books on sound waves, on magic, on tactics and war. Though...she was more then likely to nod off in the library then anywhere else, mostly by accident.

Though heaven help you if you tried to take the book away. She was a surprisingly light sleeper when it came to taking things in her possession.]

E: Exploring Lasker

[It was surprisingly beautiful here. Then again...Caren always did like the fog. There was the whistle of the ocean. She didn't have to wear her hat here, and hide from the sun. That made things easier, after she did the jobs.

There was a lot to see. There were beautiful items of clothing to look at and try on; cafes where she could watch people, and drink a cup of coffee. (She didn't know what to think of the themed ones though. Most of those got a weird look before she moved on.) The food was interesting, and she resolved to pack some with her for the ride back to Caissa. She was heavily amused though at the churches. The haven for the god of friendship...

what a crock. At least the other parts of the city were far more honest, even if a little obsessed with a weird card game.]

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Hit me up with something else, I'm up for it!

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[At least there wasn't any fan art of him littering the ground? Or at least, no more than usual.

She ended up bumped into, and she nearly fell over, with a small noise of dismay. Then again, that wouldn't be hard-this suit was all flop for her, and she might have made some kids cry by accident.]

I'm not going to give you the spiel Gilbert.

[Yup, that's Caren. Sounding, somehow, more grouchy then usual.]

[What happens in Caissa, stays in Caissa...!!

He kept blinking for a longer while like he couldn't believe what he had just seen. Well, the truth was...he really couldn't believe it. Who was powerful enough to make her wear this...this.]

Did you mess with the wrong person? Do you need help?

[Someone, somehow had made her parade in this costume, there was no other explanation. He just hadn't met the booth guy yet.

But it seemed that he was genuinely worried.]

[Lasker hasn't gone crazy like Lasker yet, at least? But...well.

Caren just. Looks up at him. And the head flops back so it's difficult to see her face.

Actually no it just looked like the matagot's neck broke and now all she sees is a wall of fur.

She pauses. Takes another moment to surpress the urge to murder. Holds up one paw.]

I'd like to adjust the head so I could see. If you do not mind?

[Maybe if it was someone else, they would laugh. But Gilbert...he doesn't have a sense of humor, after all. And what he's seeing in front of his eyes is creepy more than anything else.

If he saw her expression, he would run away as fast as he only could, but since her face is lost somewhere in this fur, he just...stands here, not sure what is he supposed to do.]

Should...should I help you with that?

[This may be one of the weirdest days in his life, seriously. And he's not even wearing a costume.]

[It was a good thing, for both their sakes, that he didn't laugh and was far too serious for his own good. She would have taken out on him in utterly cruel ways.

Instead, she sighs.]

Yes please. I can't reach the head, myself. Truly, I would have been better off if I was dressed up as a waitress, or as some sort of...I don't know. Cat girl.

[Though she would have hated it, but then she also hates this a lot.]

[Matagots sure aren't his favorite either, and it's visible when he's about to adjust the head. However, he has a hunch that refusing might be way scarier than a cat or two. ~~Women are scary...~~

It takes a while to get it right, as it keeps falling off, but Gil finally manages to make it work...somehow. It's not ideal, but to make it so, someone would have to take it in.]

Well...you don't look that bad in this...unique, I'd say.

[It doesn't sound too good, but his intention isn't to mock her by any means. Just...he feels like something needs to be said.

Even if it's not really necessary.]

[Well, he isn't wrong. ~~Women are fine, Caren is something else~~.

But she stands, paitently, even as she sighs. At least this way she can see, and breathe properly.]

That's a nice way of saying I look horrible.

[She really doesn't mind, even as she sighs.]

That's fine. I'll just do what I have to in order to attract people in, and leave. We can go to a cafe after. I think you'd like this one place I found; it has something called a honey cake.

[Did she just claim him for going out later? A not date? Yup.]

I doubt anyone would look good wearing this, to be quite frank.

[Is he digging his own grave...

Gil is about to offer to bring her some here, but the image of her still wearing the matagot costume and eating, it wouldn't attract more people in, would it?]

S-Sure. [Something tells him that he doesn't have much choice anyway.] I'll just need to run some errands first, but I could come to pick you up later.

[Yes and no, because she might enjoy punish him.

Forget the might, she would.]

Very well. That would work just fine for me.

[She considers him. She's still not sure how she's going to attract customers. She doesn't feel comfortable using her weapon, nor singing for money. Maybe she'll stick with horror story time.]

Is one of your errands picking up casual clothing for yourself? Or at least clothes that are not your uniform.

[For a while, Gil wonders if it's safe to leave Caren here in this costume (for her own good and for the greater good as well; the mascot he has passed not so long ago looked just like whoever was inside just lost their mind), but after giving it another thought...she should be fine.]

How did you know?

[He raises his eyebrows, surprised that Caren could tell that right away. The clothes they sell in Laced & Loaded are the closest to what he used to wear back home, so he decided to shop there.]

I guessed.

[She shrugged. She hasn't heard any other screaming mascots around here for the last few minutes, so she might be safe? Maybe. Who could be certain.]

In part because my sparkly room mate was very excited when he heard about the clothing selection. If it wasn't for the work, I'd likely be there right now, as his little sister of a doll.

So that's why you're here doing...this.

[How should he even call it, he has no idea.]

How much exactly you didn't want to go with him? And would you like me to buy you something while I'm there?

[Not quite but...she doesn't care enough to explain.]

Oh, it doesn't matter. He's played enough, he'll come and find me.

[Look at this. Look at this level of absolute chill. But the offer does surprise her.]

...what would you want to buy me?

[She's getting used to this actual servant thing.]

If you say so.

[The absolute chill confuses him, but he doesn't let it get into him too much and continues:]

Uh, I just thought that you may want something and since you can't really go shopping now...

[Obviously, he still hasn't realized that he's low-key trying to make this whole job thing at least more bearable for her.]

I'm not sure...some kind of an accessory?

[She's just usually chill. When she's not chill, that's when there's Problems. But hey, he's trying to look out for her it seems. She considers him for a few moments, careful not to tilt the head off, before she sighs.]

Perhaps a hat?

I find that my scalp burns easily in the sun. So they are a practical accessory. I would say a bag, but that would be for dungeon usage, not fashion. Those are the things I would pick up.

Alright. I'll try to pick one that will suit you.

[He slowly comes to a realization that he brought this upon himself, but maybe he's just overly pessimistic. A helpful shopkeeper will definitely give him advice and embarrass him along the way.]

There may be not enough time to go shopping later, anyway.

[They're supposed to be a mission here, after all.]

[Yup, he totally did. But well, at least someone might be able to get him something really cute for his "friend". But they'll totally ship her with him. It'll be in stores before weeks end.

BishopxRook ship who ever thought.]

Of course. But if you do find something, I'd be thankful, and compensate you for the cost.

[She raised a hand-paw to their surroundings.]

Might as well use it for something useful.

I'll excuse myself, then.

[Before leaving her alone, he bows before her in a true servant manner without thinking much about it; why should be thinking about something that comes so naturally to him, anyway.

As for Laced & Loaded, he gets there fairly quick, trying not to stop anywhere on his way to the boutique. One of the ladies working here is a great help, especially when it comes to picking a hat for Caren. Actually, after mentioning that "his acquaintance" would possibly like to get a bag, Gilbert's shown a certain bag which makes his skin crawl because of his personal reasons.

However, when he leaves the shop, both the hat and the bag are in one of the bags with the boutique's logo. The other one contain shirts, pants and a pair of leather shoes. He'll need to pick up more jobs in the nearest future, even though the hero discount helped a bit.

Two hours later, he's back where they have first met, looking around for Caren and wondering whether she's still wearing that ridiculous costume or is she done with the job for now.]

[She nods, carefully, but she goes back to work. And she certainly figures something out, after a time. It turns out, kids love horror stories. And some reason, it actually works, when it comes to a close...she has to spend some time to try and shake off the littles.

They were begging for more stories for some reason.

So they'll eventually find each other, where she had been before. But this time, she's in civilian clothing. Better then wearing her uniform, really.]

Ah, there you are.

[She comes towards him, tugging on her gloves. Her weapons, which are black and thus mismatch her entire clothing. Ah well. Her shawl doesn't match either.]

Have you been waiting for a time?

[This is much, much better. With the matagot costume gone, he doesn't feel as uncomfortable as before when he notices her (he'd never tell her that, he has enough of people laughing of him all because of his fear of cats and all cat-like creatures).]

Not really, I've just arrived. And here.

[He stretches his arm, holding the bag with the stuff he bought for Caren, but he doesn't say anything, just looks away, blushing softly.]

[It was just a good thing, since...she might have started wearing things, giving him things with a cat theme. For his own good and all. It would have been entertaining as heck.

Oh, look, he did get her the hat.]

My thanks.

[She reached for the bag, but noticed his blush. Huh...]

Is something wrong?

No...why would it be?

[In the meantime, he puts the remaining bags on the ground and pulls out a cigarette and a lighter. Not that he almost dropped both onto the ground because of his shaky hands, or something.]

I'm just not used to...shopping for those things, that's all. Shall we get going?

You're blushing.

[Ooooh? Does he think her cute? Is he thinking of the kiss again? Heh. He almost dropped his lighter too. She flickers her index finger against her middle finger and her thumb, and makes a small spell.]

Exardesco.

[And there's a small flame hovering over her finger. Here you go Gil, light on up.]

But yes, we can. Did you find a place?

[Seeing the flame, he bends forward a little to light the cigarette up; at the same time, he's really careful not to lean too close. Is his face turning even more flushed? It may be.

And he's certainly not thinking about the kiss. Not at all.]

T-Thank you.

[To think of it now, he could do that himself and without a lighter, too.]

The honey cake place? It's the one a few streets away, isn't it?

[At least she's not intentionally trying to bring their lips together? She's just short and she's not going to reach all the way up for it.

Spell accomplished, she ends it, letting her hand drop.]

You're welcome.

[But ah, right-]

Yes it is. Or so I assume; everything seems a few streets away.

[It's not a bad thing. Least this way you can't get lost for too long. You'll end up somewhere big by accidentally smacking into it.]

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