Anepou had managed to find, stuck somewhere where the rain and wind, etc, hadn't managed to destroy them, a set of fairly recent fashion magazines. Normally he didn't read them, as they were really just for those not already informed and aware of how fashion worked, but right now, with the hot water down, and the inability to take showers driving him up the proverbial wall, he decided to just read them. Let himself be bathed in the beautiful clothing, admire what was considered au courant in the world of Fashion, even if, really, these mags were always a month or two behind things. Let himself forget that all of his wonderful clothing was GONE.
He studied the selections, then picked up the oldest of the set. He figured he'd work his way from oldest to most recent, amuse himself with remembering who wore what and how ridiculous some of them looked... Really, he loved Fashion but sometimes what these Designers came up with under the name of High Fashion just was utterly silly. Really, fashion that wasn't at least semi functional was pointless. After all, if one couldn't wear it to an event and actually do things AT said event, why would one wear such a thing? And if one wasn't going to wear it, why waste money on it when one could buy far more beautiful things that one COULD wear, and show off to everyone by doing so? He leaned back against the wall, taking slow, calming breaths as he flipped through the pages.
Meegane
Anepou Division: Death Arcana: Hermit (Group C) Weapon: Kamilah - El Naddaha Physical Form of Weapon: Staff with an Ankh at the end. The curved part of the Ankh is actually a blade. Totem Form: Ankh shaped Earring General Appearance: - Under the coat - About 6' - Neat Freak/Germaphobe - Fashion Fan/Creator - Loves Animals
Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2017 4:06 am
Being in a higher rank also meant she could enjoy a better living environment, however, all were ruined by the sudden hurricane. Every single hunter became busy with interior stuff like fixing the water supply, rebuilding walls, distributing supplies and accommodating the affected people, etc.
On the other hand, they still required people to defend the bases, have regular patrols over high-FEAR concentration places and engage in secret missions on the exterior aspect. Despite that everything looked like a big mess, Clidua Serce took things at her own pace.
Rumors had been spread in Cafeteria that something was shaking the stability of the System soon worries and uneasiness afflicted among the mass swiftly. Anyway, she couldn't pull a hint from the division leaders. Their attitudes were like nothing had happened or just they were great actors and actresses. The difference in rank spoke of some classified information could not be in her hands, what a shame.
Between a gap of her duty, she wandered around and spotted someone alone, hands holding a magazine. He was quite concentrated so she got curious about whatever drew his full attention.
"I wonder if your soul has been captured by the fashion world that you're standing here alone instead of finding a room with a nice seat somewhere?"Speaking to Anepou was a petite elegant lady, fair-skinned. On her hair was a heartbroken hair pin, her foot were wearing a pair of 6-inch high heels.
Her eyes turned away from his face to the magazine, as if seeing something wonderful, they lit up slightly. "Oh McQueen's work." Her tone hinted a tad of excitement.
Anepou looked up, startled, at the voice, his eyes wide in his surprise. It was quite clear that he hadn't expected anyone to come upon him here, while he was reading. He blinked, slowly, as he looked over the unfamiliar hunter-Lady. And Lady was a good word for her, with her elegant clothes and her well put together appearance. His eyes went a little wider, then he smiled, unable to help it. This was a woman after his own heart, in the non-romance sense at least. She clearly knew clothing, and how to wear it. Her question surprised him a little, well the first one. A nice chair...? Where there any in the public rooms left after that storm? Sure there were chairs, but... were they really nice anymore? He had his doubts, because they were probably filthy and vile. Still he wouldn't phrase it that way to such a lady.
Instead, he'd stutter in surprise, because he was skilled like that. "Uh...uh.. I... I." He coughed, hand VERY CAREFULLY over his mouth, and started again. "I came here because I heard there was a small stack of surviving magazines in here, and well.." He paused, thought really hard about how to say it, then finally said "I'm going slightly crazy because the first floor still has no hot water. I'm..." He paused again, not wanting to say 'a germphobe and neat freak' but not sure how else to put it, then continued. "I'm not at all good with not being able to have a hot shower. Bad enough my clothing collection was destroyed, my sewing supplies swept out to sea... But I can't get... clean." The way he said it, his tone broke on the word clean, like a man who'd been told the love of his life was dead, almost. It would be clear to anyone that this man was obsessive about his cleanliness. "And I can't stand the idea that the chairs in the common areas might be... not clean either." He sighed, knowing he probably sounded like a pitiful idiot, but what could he do?
At her second question, though, he perked up, a bright eyed look on his face. "Yes! I mean, it's from three months ago, so it's SO out of date, but still. McQueen does do excellent work. I prefer his normal lines, though, to high fashion." He looked disapproving. "So called Haute Couture is just so out of hand these days. Who can wear some of it anywhere? I mean. Really. Fashion is meant to be WORN."
Meegane
No problem!
Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2017 12:46 pm
The curve of her smile only grew bigger when the hunter blinked in surprise. While he was checking her, Clidua was checking him back. First information she got was his division, then there were his clothes. It was quite impressed that he managed a neat mix-and-match even when the hurricane brought a shortage of almost everything.
There were many handsome faces on the island, once she heard a joke that the Island recruited good-looking people only. Yet, it can be an eyesore when they allowed themselves to dress like hobos. Seemed to go too far off, she looked back at the well-dressed chic man with appreciation.
She'd teased him by asking "if you like what you see" when the hunter didn't say anything. "Oh that's a problem, yes." She nodded in agreement when he paused but she seemed to hear clothing collection and sewing supplies? The smile always on her face became sweeter, she might be able to help that poor man.
Clidua waited until he finished his words, everyone loved to be listened and paid attention to. "I'm glad to meet someone sharing the same view as me, McQueen's ready-to-wear was one of my favourite. I used to have some of his dresses in the past. Sometimes his work was an art piece to inspire others rather than intended to be worn." The love in her eyes didn't lie.
"As for Haute Couture, you might mistake something, many of them can be a lovely party gown. Just like -" She bent to pick up a magazine and began to quick scan. "Like this piece from Elie Saab Spring Summer 2011, I'm sure many girls would be willing to wear it on an important date."
Coming from a wealthy family, there was a need for her to attend classical music concerts, business balls and dinner parties. As her parents said, to be immersed by virtue and culture and broaden her horizons from young. Thus, picking an appropriate dress for different occasions was a skill she acquired. Something not over-exaggerating but well representing her family's social status, a dress that matched her identity as the host's daughter. Thinking of how she enjoyed dressing up her twin brother like the most gorgeous man each time, Clidua smiled sweetly.
"As for your problem, I'd like to invite you to my room, where you can have a nice bath." The petite Moon winked saucily. As an intermediate hunter, the first thing she used her salaries on besides clothes were a private bathroom and a small kitchen of her own. She worked hard to gain those benefits but it's a waste if only she could enjoy them. "What do you think, Mr. Charming?"
Ane was happy to admire the lady's outfit, and the lady. She certainly was easy on the eyes, and he found himself relaxing. He might not know her, but they had a connection, through their obvious mutual love and respect for clothing and fashion. He hated how hard it was to convince some of their fellow Hunters to take the time to dress well, let alone to take care of their clothing, or even, for some of them, themselves.
"Like what I see? Yes, you're wearing a lovely dress, clearly custom fitted to you. You know HOW to wear it, how to walk in it, and you've taken the care such lovely clothes need. And it suits you, for you are a rather pretty thing yourself." He tilted his head, and smiled. "Not like some people I've seen in, say, Manhattan, insisting on wearing clothing that makes them look like a pig dressed in satin. You are more like a leopard, wearing what is natural to you."
He laughed, and sighed. "While true, have you looked at..." He paused, and pulled out a more recent magazine, showing the 2012 Iris van Herpen Spring Summer collection. "this? I mean, can you imagine walking down the street in it? Or sitting down? Sure, some of the haute couture IS totally wearable, but there's just... It's too often I'll be nodding along, going 'yes, yes good' and then suddenly 'WHO? WHO DARES be so foolish?' I just... It's ridiculous. And think of the way it'll imprint your skin!"
He too was from a wealthy family. An insane, but wealthy family. He tried not to think about what they were doing, generally, and focused on his new life. The only thing he had ever truly been grateful for was they way they'd indulged him in clothing to his heart's desire. Well, indulged when he wanted to buy them. Anytime he tried sewing or creating, they'd objected. Bah. When she offered him access to a bath, however, he went pale under his tan skin tone, pale from need. "Ah? Truly? I think you would be my Princess Hero, for allowing me access to hot water." His eyes were huge in his face.
Meegane
Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 11:52 am
She liked honest words and his compliments pleased her quite much. "Leopard, huh, I see. Can't deny I do love that." Clidua gave a smug smile to the Death hunter. "Some people don't put 'dress nicely' in their upper priority." The petite Moon shrugged.
Oh, a strike back. She love that.
"Well - if you talk about wearable aspect, they surely not better than average clothes. However, when the designers created them, it was not the first thing they considered. Instead, aesthetics and attention-drawing were the key points since the target customers are not commoners. They were not meant for normal people but people wanted to catch public's attention."
She paused and looked at the man, "Mr. Charming, clothes's utility should be from user's viewpoint or designer's viewpoint? Modern fashion requires more than just wearable. Sometimes people buy clothes not to wear it at all." Clidua clicked her high heels towards the man and leaned against the wall. "Even it's uncomfortable to wear, the model can still put it on and walk down the runway. That means the designer does have some considerations over feasibility." The petite Moon hoped that would make him think boarder since a designer shouldn't limit their horizon.
Ane's expression amused her that she couldn't help and made a small giggle. "Nonono, if I'm the Hero, then you'll be princess. Need me to carry you to my room, Princess?" Tilted her head slightly and looked at his way, she was totally trying to make harmless fun with the hunter.
Anepou nodded, and made a moue of displeasure at the mention of all the fools who didn't understand why dressing well might actually be important, might matter. "I hardly can argue that, Lady Leopard."
He sighed, and shrugged a little. "I can't find it in me to love things I can not wear. Clothing was invented to be worn, to be displayed on the body, in my view. The art form, to my eyes, should be about celebrating finding ways to create beauty while still making it something properly functional for anything but walking." He tilted his head, and tapped the page he'd brought up as his example. "But that, I suppose, is the true beauty of both art and fashion... What it's meant to be is very much in the eye of the beholder, and if we all wanted it to be the same, that would be both boring and unartistic in it's very essence." He then grinned at her, warmly. "So while I do not think, on the issue of such items as this, we will ever see eye to eye, I think we both see eye to eye on the issue that Fashion is important, it matters, and it is worth our time, yes?" His opinion was firm. He felt if one wanted to create an art that wasn't wearable and functional, one should focus on other forms of art. Nonetheless, he respected her viewpoint.
He blinked, and made a slightly discomfited moue this time. "I... would prefer not to be called Princess, if you would? I have had bad experiences in my past with those who seem to think that because I am a man but I love fashion, I must be both gay and effete. I am not effete, my sexuality is no one's business if I don't choose to make it so, other then mine, and it makes me uncomfortable, therefore, when people refer to me in a feminine fashion." He gave her an apologetic expression. "I do not wish to offend, I just... It is a personal bugbear, if you will. When I referred to you in that manner, I simply meant to compliment your elegance, your beauty, and acknowledge that while you are my hero in this matter, you are also a delightful lady." He smiled again, a wan smile. "I do know you meant it harmlessly, truly, and am both unoffended and mean no offense. I just... It's uncomfortable."
- Under the coat
