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 Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 8:39 pm
'Of course...' He wanted to roll his eyes but knew that the act would be seen as rude. 'How could any thing be so easy.' "Hey, don't worry about it. It was just a question. You shouldn't be so nervous." Following her lead the lieutenant moved silently to a chair near the back of the room and took a seat, watching the woman with observant eyes. "Why are you sorry?" Possibly a stupid question but to the Grecian man it was just as pressing as any other, "After all, you're the owner of an establishment. Right now, I'm just another customer, aren't I?" His laugh coated the room with a softness that spoke the complete opposite message as his glacier blue eyes. "I guess it would be proper for you to know who I am, though. I already know that you are Takanashi Tsubame, Vice Captain of the sixth division, Master Seamstress of the Sereitei. My name is Lerato DeClement, Vice Captain of the first division." Though he dipped his head in a shadow of a bow he never let his eyes break from her. The seamstress carried more of a bust and hips then Aine, but she didn't hold the same air about her.
"I should thank you in advance for agreeing to make the clothing for me. As I'm sure you can tell, I'm a bit out of regulation at the moment and with the latest wave of students coming in I should really be making a better example." Relaxing back into his seat he let his eyes wander, but kept the woman's movements very clear in the back of his mind. "Not to intrude on your business, Ms. Takanashi, but have you ever thought about upgrading your shop? If so, I think I could get away for a few days, pull some strings, and get a few friends over here to help you expand." The walls were covered in a plethora of different materials with colors ranging from black to white, neon and pastel and, as Tsubame had made clear, of a selection of various filaments. Scooting to the edge of his seat he grabbed her hands without hesitation, "That would be nice." He smiled as he took note of her light blush that deepened when their eyes met. "You have a pretty smile." A second passed where his eyes spoke of desire, hunger, and something darker. Then it passed as his gaze was gentle again.
"Weave the gloves around my hands, huh? Well you're the boss. Just try not to p***k me with a needle or something, okay?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 7:41 pm
Generally, Tsubame’s skin simply skipped past rosy to be hot house tomato red the more she listened to Lerato. Of course, how could I have forgotten the name of First Division Vice Captain! Dismayed, the little woman forced herself not to react beyond her discomfort and brightening coloration, but she did visibly flinch from the combination of Lerato’s hands enveloping her own and the oh so male look that slithered over his eyes and was lost a moment later. A fine tremble in her hands, she gently removed her fingers from his to leave them only to leave them hovering with his palms facing down, the last of the fate threads lit by her touch flowing away and dissipating. Taking a deep, steadying breath, her teeth bit her lower lip a moment before she spoke again. “Y-yes, just keep your hands like that.”
Squeaky voiced directions accomplished, Tsubame let her luminescent reiatsu trickle out and into the two threads she held in hand and hovered over Lerato’s left hand. As the glow encasing the threads intensified, she released the pressure holding them in place. Immediately the black and blue filaments raced round his wrist, writhing as they twisted and wove in a blur. Closing her dappled eyes, after mentally picturing the Vice Captain’s hands, she guided the two strands as they flowed from wrist to the back of his palm, delicately forming a thick line of sapphire down the center and flanked by the black. Only about thirty seconds were required to finish the back of the glove, so she moved to his palm, selecting the sapphire as the predominate color, working her way to the underside of his fingers. Leaving a few anchoring threads in place to keep the two pieces connected, she flitted to his thumb. A black weaving of plate silver thread wrapped to the first joint and she moved on, treating each finger after that to the same method of wrapping. Finishing that glove with little more than decorative stitching to later compliment the deep blue seam stitching on the pants she’d yet to create.
One glove finished, she proceeded to complete the right hand glove at the same speed. By the time she pulled back, only a total of five minutes had elapsed. Eyeing her work critically, Tsubame cut the trailing threading with a small set of sheers resting on the table and gave Lerato’s hand a light squeeze as an indication that she was done. The threads of fate lit upon his hand and disappeared again just as quickly. “There, that wasn’t too difficult. But, let me stop for a moment and get the tea I put on.” Turning swiftly, Tsubame took only a moment to bring back to steaming cups, but it felt like the task had taken longer. As soon as she’d stopped weaving, the thoughts of what Lerato had said to her earlier drifted back to the forefront of her mind. So, with a face flushed soft pink, she offered the one of the cups him. “S-so…I’ll need measurements next. No need to remove clothing unless you’d like a very tight fit on anything…”
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 8:06 pm
"You know," he began as he watched her weave the threads around his hands with skilled precision, "you seem mighty shy for someone who deals with people all day long." He noted the hitch in her breathing as well as the tremble in her skin much sooner than the small pressure her teeth were putting her bottom lip under. He hadn't minded when she pulled her hands from his at first but as she worked the conductive thread around his palms he started to let his mind wander over the possible reasons. The first was that the woman was intimidated by him but he dismissed the notion as quickly as it had come. She had no reason to be intimidated by him; they were the same rank after all. Then a few obscure thoughts about the nature of his reiatsu disturbing her. It was only when he looked down so he could center himself and draw in the last bit of his spiritual energy than he realized a much more obvious reason behind her awkwardness. "Ah." His mirth spilling over as he did his best not to move while laughing.
"Now you see why I need some more appropriate clothing, yes?" He managed as he reeled in the last bit of his outbreak. It took only a total of five minutes for the master seamstress to create the gloves from scratch, something Lerato would have previously thought impossible. After pulling his hands back he spent a minute testing them, flexing and stretching his hands to make sure they had the right fit. "Remarkable. They feel like a second skin." The thing that really caught him as strange though was how light they felt. "And you're sure that they won't come apart on me too quickly?" He asked while looking over the pattern the woman had chosen to use.
Pulled from his own world by Tsubame's question he looked up with a wide grin. "Nah. I prefer my clothing a bit more loose. Not to mention I don't think you'd react very well to me taking anything else off as it's all I really have on, if you catch my drift." He smirked as he took the offered cup and sipped on it. The warmth crept down his throat, filled his stomach and slowly expanded outward towards his extremities. "It's been so long since I've had a cup of hot tea, I almost forgot just how enjoyable it could be." He spoke more to himself than Tsubame, staring at image reflected in the cup. Just when had he opted for a stiff drink in a bar to the warmth of a cup of tea and some friends? "I'll follow your lead, Ma'am. Just tell me where you need me and I'll bend to your every whim." Taking another sip from the cup he relaxed into the chair and admired the work that went into his newest piece of attire. "I can't wait to put them through a real test."
[Short post is short -.-]
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 12:44 pm
No, they won’t come undone unless you cut them.” Tsubame returned quickly, “weaving the way I just did is a far tighter mesh then what can be produced on a loom, they’ll stand up very well, although I could add a sealing agent over them to keep them from being cut or snagged; it would make them a bit more stiff though and possibly scratchy.” Pursing her lips Tsubame paled when Lerato implied that his pants were the only bit of clothing he was wearing. She’d have to remedy the situation quickly. Well, she didn’t think he’d need non-conductive underwear, so stock fundoshi would be work just fine.
Floundering for her cup of tea, Tsubame finally got a grip on it and took a sip and set it back down, the liquid remaining just a bit too hot for her taste. “If you would, just stand at the center of the room, arms loose at your sides. I’ll be able to get all of the measurements I need that way.” Hustling away the little Shinigami hurried to wall opposite her thread bindles and carefully sorted through a shelf packed with what she termed her ‘Shinigami proof’ fabrics. With a hum here and there, a ‘hnn’ when she dismissed one of the black fabrics pinched between thumb and forefinger, it took Tsubame a good ten minutes to decide on the best non-conductive material with the softest feel and greatest durability. Carting out two large bolts of fabric, one black and the other a neutral between sapphire and royal blue, both were lowered to the table her tea currently still resided on.
“Now, these fabrics are made from polyester, nylon and pvc threading. They’ll be a little heavier then cottons or uniform materials most Shihakushou are made from. But, they will feel a bit like silk on the skin. All three have been carefully sized and mixed to make a soft blend and it does have a tendency to slide on the skin and since they’re insulated and non-conductive, you don’t accumulate static cling like some fabrics. So, less sticking to the skin.” Distracted as she gathered her measuring tapes, Tsubame made quick work of replacing the bindles she’d just been using and selecting heavy duty carpet thread, ones she’d made specifically with hard plastic fibers to keep them from fraying easily on her more challenging clienteles clothing. Again selecting black and blue, they were added to her pile of supplies. I still need a liner for the vest at least… Contemplating exactly what liner to use, she turned to Lerato while in thought, her fingers fiddling with the end of her measuring tape.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 12:50 am
"While the offer is tempting, I think I'll leave them as they are for now. I like the extra flexibility; it'll help while casting kidou." He smiled and rubbed the fingerless gloves together. It really was remarkable just how soft the woman had made them considering the materials she had used. "If worse comes to worse, I could always just come back and buy a new pair." He flashed a toothy grin, ignoring the fact that her skin paled. 'She's so shy...' Lerato let his mind wander over the implications of her modesty while he pushed himself up, finished his tea in one giant gulp, and continued on to the middle of the clearing that he was to stand in. “So I know this might be a personal question, Ma’am, but… you haven’t had much contact with men, have you?” Of course, he wasn’t referring to the daily interactions that her job required. “So how did you get into the textile business?” He inquired, letting his arms hang at his sides as the little woman ran to get more cloth. “Don’t get me wrong… I’m glad you did. I was in desperate need of some clothes, but let’s be honest, most shinigami are one trick ponies. Yes, there are those of us whom can cook, or sing, or work wood and metal, but all those come as a hobby. You’ve actually split your living between the Gotei ranks and a seamstress. It doesn’t seem to fit.”
The olive skinned man smiled as the vice captain of the sixth division picked through an assortment of different fabrics, humming to herself all the while. “I guess I don’t have to worry about getting pricked this time, yeah? You’ve already proven how gentle you can be while handling your clients.” He commented, trying to keep the conversation alive. He didn’t need the person holding a needle to suddenly feel awkward. Moments where that happened tended to have the unarmed patron in the hospital by the end of the encounter. Minutes passed in relative silence as he thought about would else he could say but in the end the seamstress broke the silence herself. “Heavy silk… that’s got to be a weird sensation.” He smiled as he spared a glance over in the direction of the table. ‘All that for two outfits?’ The Grecian man had never stopped to think about just how much fabric could be put into a set or two of clothing. All he had ever known was that, given enough money, someone could buy themselves anything. “I’m glad there’s going to be less static cling. You don’t know how annoying it can be for your pants to stick to you in all the wrong spots. I swear, sometimes I just want to stuff my pockets with those little laundry sheets.”
[Ugh, s**t post is s**t.]
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 4:03 am
 This was one of the first days she had to herself since graduation. The days had passed quickly as each of her lessons taught her about the duties of this particular squad. After years of training she had finally been given the responsibilities she'd always wanted. Elzee Razz of the Sixth Division commented once to another member of the division that she'd been looking forward to this very lifestyle ever since she could remember learning about Shinigami. However it was now that she couldn't help but wonder what was within this building. Standing before the doorway she pondered it's interior, boldly she placed a single gloved hand against he door and slid it open. Black tinted goggles hit her eyes and most of her face from view as she pushed through curiously. Kneeling down the girl unstrapped her knee-high boots and slid them off next to the door. Stepping through she was bare footed with white painted nails. Without hesitation her bare feet padded across the floor to a large Kimono that was beautifully crafted with breath taking designs. It was no doubt that after seeing this particular woman prance about this room with such energy that when out of regulation she was quite the feminine woman. Having the eagerness of a young adult matched her appearance and masked her true age and wisdom. This was the case for most shinigami...
Though even with her limited knowledge and on-field training she quickly learned that she was not alone, even if the words exchanged from the man to the woman didn't perk her interest. Turning to look she didn't see just one vice-captain, but two. One of squad one, and the other of her own. Respectfully she kept to her own business and went about admiring her vice-captain's work with a newfound inspiration. It was a ridiculous mindset but there were times it became easy to think of superiors as immortals rather than people. This however proved that thought process very inaccurate. A woman with so much power and responsibility had something to occupy her time outside of normal duties. Not only that but this particular hobby had been extremely fitting for someone who made it their duty to organize entire platoons. Strings which did anything you wanted whenever you wanted could be painfully easy to manage.
Quietly Elzee began to hum one of Soul Society's many folk lore songs. It has a happy diddy about a man whom went to town to shop for a dress. The reason for his desired purchase always remained a mystery though his interactions among those he searches a dress are comical and make himself out to be the person he wishes to buy it for. Perhaps it was the combination of Kimono's and having the male vice-captain of first division here, but in any case, she continued to hum it. It should be mentioned that Elzee wasn't all that horrible at singing, though it was also just as obvious to tell she was not an entertainer in any fashion...
Kimono's, an almost horribly hummed folk-lore song, and two vice-captains and a lowly peon. How much more fun could a shop get?
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