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Post by Vanitypirate on Aug 1, 2018 3:38:14 GMT -8
Tilly relaxed, consciously, ensuring that her arms were loose and that her stance was natural. She fell into a posture that she had not in more than a decade, since her last measurements were taken... it was important not to flex or suck in one's gut.
She did not grow more patient in that decade, sadly; she still actively fought the urge to shift and fidget still.
"Sounds like most mercenaries I know." Commented Tilly, rolling the leather downward as best as she could, albeit it seemed at a point midway down her calf it would roll no further.
She was content with this, and proceeded to hold out her arm for the measurements to continue.
"Daft, but brave; each scar's a badge of honor to them, and all that..."
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Mercifully for Lekalis, Elsa's short-grown hair ensured that each coarse, black strand lay out flat and untangled down her back.
The Dog, however, did seem placated by the motions of the Lordling's fingers down her back. Eyes half-closed, she relished in the petting, however pragmatic-- though her ears were ever-swiveled towards the door, no doubt listening to every movement and sound.
Elsa did stay, as per Lekalis's command, but it was unclear whether that was her intent to begin with.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Aug 1, 2018 3:52:29 GMT -8
/The Tailor/ "Pfeh. It is nonsense." She huffed with vim, shaking her head and making to take the width of Tilly's thigh between the string. Mentally noting the red dots in her own stringent methods that no doubt made for madness to others. "I am still waiting for him; he had ordered a very special cloak from me... I would not have done it for anyone else." She explained, there was a depressive pause, before she took a breath and made to measure out Tilly's arm. "He wanted a Moth-fur cloak. He believed it would be his last cloak, but he would buy more to dress his children..." Amgis spoke on with a bittersweet tone, "... I had to kill my moths to make it. I've so few now, and my Mother and Father have lost their own farm." She looked behind her, to the distant door, "They are the last of their kind." She hummed forlornly, her gaze drew distant and she held the string limp in her hands.
\\ /Lekalis/
"Ah... Good?" He supposed, letting his head wilt to one side, trying to block the Dog's view of the door. He continued grooming the dog's short-haired hide... It was a good dog, he supposed, an he patted its shoulder approvingly.
"Mmmhm. Now, sit." He ordered next, Lekalis paused and cleared his throat, trying to mimic Tilly's tone and accent, "Sit." He tried again, though he hardly waited for the dog to try and follow the first.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Aug 1, 2018 4:03:49 GMT -8
"Moth-fur?"
Tilly's eyes lit up with recognition and she leaned awkwardly to one side, with her undone boots and too-tight belt, to reach for her satchel up against the wall.
"Is it like this?" She asked hopefully, pulling out a corner of the cloak to display its pale fur to the Tailor, who could no-doubt identify it better than Tilly could.
"...I found it in a part of the ruins. There were moths everywhere, and there was a... dead man with odd armor at the very end of it."
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Elsa's head cocked to one side, eyeing Lekalis's hands searchingly.
After a moment of calculation, and on the second iteration of 'sit', Elsa understood the command and she did sit.
Though, her eyes and ears were still on the door Tilly had disappeared behind.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Aug 1, 2018 14:48:12 GMT -8
/Amgis/
"Hmm?" Amgis was slow to respond, but she turned slowly, dully to look at the presented cloak.
"Oh..." She started, and stared, reaching out to pinch the fur, her lips formed a hard line and she furrowed her brow;
"... That is..." Amgis' words came slower and she found it hard to breathe, her brows knit and unknit, trying desperately to find something to say, she didn't realize she'd fallen to her knees.
The Tailor hummed quietly,
"A... Dead Man? You're certain?" She asked hopelessly, but with poise. It was a familiar emotion for her, it seemed, as she coped with poise and pain.
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/Lekalis/
With a huff, Lekalis smiled, happy that he was able to direct the dog... It gave him some hope in controlling her. Part of him wanted to scold Tilly for letting a dog into a Tailor's shop; it was rather rude, especially if the dog smelled foul.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Aug 1, 2018 15:29:42 GMT -8
"Ah... careful; mind the cloak. It sheds this... dust that'll put you right to sleep if you breathe it in. Some sort of spell."
Tilly reconsidered her presentation of this new information as the Tailor dropped to her knees. She hadn't considered that they may have been closer than she realized, and she silently cursed herself for it.
"Well... not wholly. I don't know if you'll believe what I've got to say." Tilly sunk to a knee, too, though it made her belt buckle press uncomfortably into her. She wished not to loom over the poor woman.
"His ghost wards the place, keeps it safe from the undead. And when I walked in..."
Her tone grew to be more whimsical; she was exaggerating, of course, but if it made the woman feel better.
"There were moths everywhere-- all over the ceiling, the walls. Absolute swarms of them. I could go snatch a few of them and bring them to you, if you'd like? If you think that they might be the same moths..."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Aug 1, 2018 15:46:11 GMT -8
/Amgis/
"Wh-what?" She blubbered on dumbly at the remark of spells, her brow furrowed and she leant away from the cloak that had seemed to have taken her focus for a moment. Her foggy eyes didn't seem so distant for once, and she blinked hard a few times, as if something had gotten into her eyes.
"... What?" She asked again, at the remark of not being... Wholly dead. The term and manner of a Ghost was baffling to her it seemed, at least for a moment before she frowned for a flicker of a moment then smiled, nodding.
"I-if you could fetch some... It would help... It would help a lot." She assured her with a small, witless chuckle,
"I'm so sorry, I should have known he'd..." Amgis' smile faltered some and she took in a breath, steeling herself against the reality,
"... Of course his ghost would protect people... He always hurt himself for others." She gave another shaky shuckle as she palmed at her eye for a moment, though they didn't seem wetted in the slightest.
"Is the place safe..? I wouldn't want you getting hurt o-or... Is it far?" Her words stumbled over eachother as her eyes seemed fixiated on the cloak, then Tilly's face.
There was a sudden shock of realization, her eyes lit up and her brows rose,
"O-oh! I almost--", she turned away and briskly shuffled over to the paper she'd laid out and began to scribble out Tilly's measurements. The red string fell to the ground, forgotten for a moment.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Aug 1, 2018 16:07:15 GMT -8
"It's... eh, relatively safe?" There was an inflection that betrayed a touch of uncertainty; it had been more than a year since they cleared the Ruins. Those creatures may have returned.
But it was a rather peaceful portion of the Ruins, at anyrate; located on the outskirts, with a clear exit. She anticipated minor trouble at the worst.
"I cleared it out with a party not too long ago... there might be a gremlin or two in the shadows, else I'd offer to show you the way." Assured Tilly with a smile, rising, too, with a palm leaning flat against the wall.
"I could start in the morning, be there about... mid-day or so. It'd be a day-trip."
She slipped her arms through her jerkin and set about buttoning it from the bottom up, over her belly.
"If I see your Hero, I'll let him know you were thinking of him. What was his name...?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Aug 1, 2018 16:17:12 GMT -8
/Amgis/
The Tailor paused as she scribbled out the last measurements and looked off to Tilly, cocking a thinly arched brow again,
"You should bring more than just yourself... It would not be wise. It would be cruel." She frowned and turned to face Tilly; Amgis made to approach the door to reenter the main room, she crossed her arms loosley over her abdomen and leant in towards Tilly emphatically,
"You must be careful... If you die, it will haunt me forever." Despite her concern, her tone seemed a touch selfish as she sighed and looked off to the door.
"Send in your husband, he should be quicker to measure... Very average, short too; why did you pick him?" she looked to Tilly with her head set to one shoulder.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Aug 1, 2018 16:28:09 GMT -8
"I promise you, I'm quite attached to staying alive. It's addicting, really." Tilly jested, tending to her coat, now. Even in its raggedy state, it was her armor; she couldn't help but feel horribly vulnerable and open to the world without it.
She set about tucking the sleeves into her tight-laced gloves.
"He's a sweetheart-- the most caring man you'll ever meet. Only average in stature, really..." She smiled, smoothing her coat, satisfied.
The thought of all the gold left behind in those Ruins spurred her on, selfishly; but it would be good for all.
Her smile faded a touch, momentarily, and she added,
"But... about those measurements...? I've a bit of a request, if you don't mind."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Aug 1, 2018 16:30:09 GMT -8
/Amgis/
She gave a quick, curt nod, looking up to Tilly with a pleasant smile. A flush had grown to her cheeks and she seemed to be at least a touch less dower than when she'd first introduced herself.
"Ah, yes, of course! What is it?" She inquired, her fingers idly pinched and fidgeted still with the sleeves of her cotte as she quirked her head to the other shoulder now...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Aug 1, 2018 17:09:51 GMT -8
"When you make the dress... ah, could you make the waist roomier?" Tilly flashed a tense smile and slid her hands into her pockets, her arms comfortably and slightly bent.
It did well to keep them from fidgeting.
No doubt she was doing a poor job of staying covert, but the woman likely had almost as intimate measuring of her body as Florence did. She had no choice but to trust in her Tailor's confidence.
"Or, better yet, adjustable? A lace-up in the back will do..."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Aug 1, 2018 17:15:31 GMT -8
/Amgis/
"Oh, naturally!" She assured her with a smile; she reached out and patted Tilly on the shoulder with a wide smile.
"You Heroes are never far from danger... Even at a wedding. It will be worthy of both ball and battle, my Lady." Amgis pressed on with another nod as she hummed and swayed slightly from one foot to the other, her eyes went to the Top of Tilly's hat in contemplation as she rose a brow expectantly,
"Will that be all?"
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Post by Vanitypirate on Aug 1, 2018 17:24:37 GMT -8
"Ah, grand!" Tilly smiled, perhaps more widely than the information truly begot.
Relieved, she stepped closer to the door, drawing a hand out of her coat pocket to open it.
"That'll be it, I believe... I'll go fetch my husband, then?" She asked, needlessly, already making to open the door...
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Aug 1, 2018 19:13:30 GMT -8
/Amgis/
"Mhmm! Go, go... Get him." She ushered Tilly on and out of the room as she looked expectantly outward to the Ex-Lord, who was knelt curiously... She puzzled over it as she waited for the man to approach.
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/Lekalis/
It had taken her quite the while to get her measurements, but he supposed they'd exchanged some gossip no doubt... He hoped Amgis would keep the measures of Tilly' waistlines to herself... As infatuated with fripperies as Lekalis was, he didn't ever quite like going out to a Tailor. And he certainly didn't like the idea of standing still in this crowded space for much longer than a moment.
All the same, as Tilly approached, he stood up and gave her a quick smile and nod to the Dog;
"I don't reckon a Tailor would much appreciate the smell of a Dog mussing with their attire." He spoke quietly to her, carefully positioning himself between the Tailor and the Dog.
"Not that anyone might notice over the odour of this place." He remarked a bit snidely as he patted Tilly on the shoulder and departed to get his measurements from the Tailor as well.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Aug 1, 2018 20:17:07 GMT -8
Tilly glanced to the dog lurking below with some trepidation, but a simple snap of her fingers as she approached her Love and Elsa, with a low point to the door sent the dog off to guard outside the front entrance of the shop.
She smiled at Lekalis as he passed.
"Be brave, Love." She told him, settling to wait for him where he'd once stood, hands back in her pockets.
Eyes distant, she was counting her coin inside her pockets to the best of her ability...
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