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 Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 1:37 pm
  ❀ { Setting } ❀A little girl time around town!
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 2:05 pm
Sara was out dress shopping, she had told Van it was for a social occasion being held at the temple in a couple of of days, in reality she was scheming something. Sara would never usually lie to Van, however she did not think that it was wise to tell her the real motive. After-all she thought that Huang would understand, and everyone knew how that turned out. In truth, she did not know who she could confide in, especially about her relationship with the Noble Captain - Van was a fighter, who was to say that she did not hate him as much as everyone else did.
Sara was in the changing rooms, wrapping the vast layered of fabric which made up a brown and pink kimono. Sara was not used to wearing these kind of clothes, or having her mid-section so restricted. Her clothing usually had her stomach bare, though the woman at the shop was insistent that she needed to appear thinner than she was, even though she was not exactly fat to start with. She looked back at Van, the fabric sliding over her shoulder, tanned hands making sure it did not slide over her breasts. It was quite strange how often she found herself naked in the presence of her friends. She was not shy around Van, there was something about her that calmed her, made fer feel comfortable.
"I did not know that dress shopping was so complicated, I am glad you are here Van, I would be so lost without someone guiding me." She chuckled tilting her head to one side and looking herself in the mirror. "I know this is meant to make you look slimmer, however it seems like all this material will make you seem... bigger?" She stated, quite curiously.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 4:02 am
Van never said no to the opportunity to go shopping, particularly if it involved clothes. When Sara had suggested they make a quick detour after the hot springs, the fighter’s vehement affirmative response had been made before the soul conduit could even fully voice the question. In fact, if someone had been looking in on the two women in the dressing rooms now, one might have thought that this shopping trip was for Van, and not Sara. In the time that it had taken Sara to get into one kimono, Van had gone through piles upon piles of dresses on her own.
She stood behind Sara in the mirror now, cocking her head to one side as she adjusted the brown obi a bit so that it lay just right on the woman’s back. Her own wine red cocktail dress was half unzipped on her back, but if there was one thing Van knew how to do, it was giving a makeover when asked. For Sara’s sake, her own state of half-dress was perfectly appropriate at the moment. Not that it mattered, seeing as the two had just been at the bathhouse not too long ago.
Stepping back, Van placed her chin in one hand and surveyed the other woman from head to toe, nodding approvingly at points, while shaking her head in the slightest at others. After a few moments, she seemed to have come to a verdict, and dropped both arms to her sides. “Are you sure the dress code for this thing is formal?” she asked curiously, pulling a few wrinkles taut here and there as she saw fit. It was apparent that Van greatly preferred events that allowed dresses that were, well, sexier. “I hate to see you so stiff in all of these robes. A pause, and then an appreciative sigh. “Though I have to say, I think we picked the prettiest kimono in the place. You look great.”
A brief smile flashed across the fighter’s face as she listened to Sara speak. Straightening up, she looked into Sara’s eyes through the reflection on the mirror. “You are not fat, darling, if that’s what you’re worried about,” she said, placing both hands on the other woman’s shoulders reassuringly, “The thing about kimono is that they’re supposed to drown you in silk. Anyone would look smaller in comparison,” she finished, nodding sagely.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 8:47 am
"You know what such events are like, my job is to stand there and look pretty. It is very important we meet with the people who donate to our temple and give the best impression we can. My Sensei says that they are all very rich and well bred, so anything less than perfect is not going to satisfy them. In truth I am quite scared of talking to them, I always get the feeling they are looking down on us. " Sara had been to those events so many times before, it was almost easy to lie about it. In Lunaria she was a girl without a name and if she was not a conduit, she would be most likely on the streets. Heritage talked in a place like Lunaria and Sara had none.
"I do not think I am fat, I am whatever the shape the spirits made me." She was just simply implying that she did not understand why she needed to be tied so tight if the inches lost where only going to be added back on by folds. Sara was one of those girls who did not really care about how she looked, not anymore anyway. She was, how the spirits made her and even though she was not blessed with Van's beauty she was quite content in herself. She had nobody she was trying to impress... well she did, but had no idea how to go about such things.
Pale eyes drifted over to see the pile of clothes Van had tried on, all of them looked amazing on her, she was just one of those girls who looked amazing in anything she was wearing. Clearly this was part of her training ritual, sopping was physical work, especially when it came down to all the walking and bag carrying. "One day I shall be a shopping veteran like you. Though lacing some of these outfits is more complicated than the scrolls I read at the temple." Sara loved to read and was much more comfortable reflecting and trying to understand concepts that were centuries old than trying to find colours that matched her skintone. "Thanks for coming out with me, I would be totally lost without you." She admitted, as finally, with help,the dress was on. Sara looked at herself in the mirror and tilted her head, stepping forward and turning around to see how it looked.
"I remember your room, do you go to a lot of parties Van? I mean you have the wardrobe for it and you are so good with people." She could imagine Van being a social butterfly, always knowing the right things to say, the right way to act. Surly she could not mess up as much as she, herself, did. For a moment she reflected on her social history, she had never been the most popular Lunarian, or the luckiest when it came to the ways of the heart. She was sure that the raven haired Lunarian would not have such trouble, afterall she had noticed all the eyes that were on Van when she walked down the street. She oozed charm and beauty, she always had.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 3:14 am
Nodding a few times as Sara explained the nature of the formal event, Van had to acknowledge that there was no way the soul conduit could get away with anything less than formal wear. Tugging at the obi one last time, not realizing that Sara was uncomfortable with the fabric around her waist, she woman finally backed off, surveying her work with a proud look on her face.
“Good,” Van said approvingly, smiling gently in a rare moment of true emotion, “It would be a shame for a lovely lady like you to go around thinking she was fat, or ugly. Especially in this kimono, which we are going to buy, and you are going to wear beautifully.” The compliment certainly wasn’t an empty attempt at a confidence booster, and Van wasn’t saying it just because Sara was her friend. In the fighter’s mind, Sara was just one of those people who seemed to glow from the inside. This was very much unlike Van herself, who, though she knew all the proper social cues, could be cold as ice on the inside. She considered herself a lost cause as far as being a warm and friendly person—her profession wouldn’t allow it—but that didn’t stop her from appreciating the people who were more optimistic about the world.
At Sara’s prompt, the fighter’s smile widened a bit before disappearing in her next words as she opened her mouth to speak. “I am here for you anytime, Sara, for girl time, shopping trips, or otherwise.” As she looked into the other woman’s pale eyes now, she couldn’t help but feel as if Sara was becoming something of a little sister to her. It wasn’t as if there was much Van’s jaded soul could offer, but she’d do her best. An inherently good person was rare in their warring world, and needed to be preserved.
Blinking once at the sudden change in subject, Van realized the implications of Sara’s next words and bowed her head a bit in a sheepish movement, as if she’d been called out on something embarrassing, even if they were no longer entirely true. It had been mere years ago when she had nothing more to worry about except for her grades and what she wanted to wear to the party of the night. Certainly, she tended to be on the good side of those she flirted with, but how much of it had been heartfelt? These days, the only parties Van went to were the ones she attended undercover, and all of the social success could be attributed to ‘liquid courage’ and the need to pilfer classified intel from her targets.
It was a dark turn for something that used to be so innocent. The Legion was taking advantage of her strengths and using them to the full. But Van let none of these thoughts slip as she replied, rather nonchalantly, “Here and there, you know, when I have time and need to unwind a bit!” she tossed one arm around the other woman’s shoulders, squeezing them briefly in silent thanks, “Anyway, we are getting this one, aren’t we?”
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 6:05 pm
Sara nodded her head, this one would do. It was not in her usual colour's and it was a completely different style to what she was used to. This is what made it the perfect disguise. Sara looked over her shoulder to her friend, a somewhat innocent smile consuming her tanned face. "Is this thing easy to take off? Or is that a two man job too? If so I might be forced to sleep in it." She asked in a somewhat naive tone. Sara was not really aware of what she was saying half the time so the innuendo which was there was totally lost to the teal haired conduit.
Pale eyes looked around the room, after a moment her line of sight caught on a golden colored kitsune mask. She looked over at Van and smiled, putting it on her face with a small chuckle. "I think I will take this too." She nodded, not really giving the reason why she needed such a thing, she was hoping her quirkiness would be enough to explain away anything, afterall Sara was quite random most of the time. She put the mask down on the side and started to tug at the fabric, really clueless to how these kind of costumes worked. Maybe that was why rich families had so many servants... it took an army just to get dressed and stairs, you could not possible handle stairs in such a thing.
"I would not go as far to say all that. You will inflate me ego too much. Besides, I do not get the longing looks that you do when we walk down the streets together. Your a beautiful woman Van, which is great because I can blend into the background." Sara did not like being looked at, when she was it usually meant odd gazes. She was not a traditional beauty like Van, she had rough hands and she was covered in scars and imperfections. Anyone might think she was the fighter if she did not lack the muscle. Though Sara did not crave the approval of the mass's. Just one largish Mongolian Captain who she had her eyes on.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 9:12 pm
Van cocked her head to the side as she peered intently at Sara, somewhat amused at her words. Had they come from anyone else, the fighter would have assumed that they were coming on to her. But it was Sara, naïve, little sister Sara, and so Van laid her worries to rest. This did not, however, stop her from replying in kind. “Well, it would be good to have someone around to assist you... but if you’re having trouble you may come to me and I would be more than happy to oblige you.” It was all she could do to keep the lilt out of her voice and the entertained smile off her face, but Van managed to.
When the soul conduit gave confirmation that she would purchase the kimono, Van stepped forward again, hardly noticing as the other woman decided to also buy a kitsune mask. She wasn’t sure what Sara would need it for, but she guessed it was probably for some ritual. This was how the fighter dismissed a lot of Sara’s oddities—by assuming that it was just another “soul conduit thing.”
She untied the brown obi on the kimono deftly, unlooping the bow and wrapping the fabric around her left arm as she did so. “There,” she said gently, her lips curved up in a small smile as she eyed her friend in the mirror. Her hands lifted to the conduit’s shoulders, loosening the folds of silk that were the robes from her skin as, one by one, the layers peeled off easily. “Once the obi is off, the rest comes off just like that.” Van released her friend and folded her arms again, seeming pleased with herself.
A small chuckle bubbled from her throat when, as they were walking out to pay for the kimono, Sara tried to return the compliment. These were things that Van knew, that she’d been told or that she’d simply surmised from observing the reactions she often got from others. “You are too sweet, Sara,” she said honestly, not thinking much of her words. “Shall we get our tea, after this?”
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 10:36 pm
Sara blushed as her friend came behind her, her and Van were close but she never suspected Van would ever be showing her how to undress, or that her heart would be fluttering in such a manor. She was a shy girl at the end of the day and having this kind of contact with anyone made her feel uneasy. Sara was the girl who had only been kissed by two men in her life, both extremely poor choices from any outsiders points of view, anything further was alien language at the moment. Her naive brain understood, but did not comprehend it. Afterall she was a Priestess, well soon to be, such behavior was frowned upon. Then again, so was befriending people of the opposite alliance.
"I am sure I can wrestle out of it." She nodded letting the fabric fall before quickly putting on her own clothes. "If not then I will have to train Ghost to undo bows." She chuckled, she could just imagine him growing and trying to undo her Obi. He was such a good dog. She wondered if Van would like him.
She folded up the many layers of fabric and went to the desk to pay the sempstress. In all honestly she was looking forward to wearing it and had a good feeling about her plan to invade the Noble festival, Van would no doubt freak if she new she was about to do such a dangerous stunt. She was so protective but Sara knew she kept a lot from the girl, even though she did not really like doing so. She could trust her, she just was not fully sure if she would ever really understand.
When her new purchase was put in a bag she looked over at her friend with a small smile, nodding her head as if to approve of the plan. "Tea would be lovely." She added, what a wonderful day this was turning out to be!
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 2:42 am
Van’s smile was rather catlike as she noticed the blush forming across Sara’s cheekbones. She had been naked in front of Van mere minutes ago; surely it wasn’t because of the fighter. Then again, she was being rather predatory. Unlike Sara, Van had toyed around with more than her fair share of men—first in the Academy, and later as a fighter. If this was a mission, the woman would be getting her information right about now, when they were busy getting undressed. But seeing as this was neither mission nor enemy male, it was her duty to her friend to only be a friend. Still, she couldn’t help if her actions were accidentally sensual, for often they inherently were.
At Sara’s words, Van realized idly that she didn’t know much about the soul conduit lifestyle, even being best friends with one. She wasn’t sure who or what Ghost was (a soul of some kind?), but she wasn’t about to ask. The thought of a self-tying and untying obi was a bit creepy to Van, all things considered. Someday Sara would have to sit her down and give her a runthrough of the basics. Until she understood the spirit realm better, though, this fighter was happy with avoiding the subject on her own.
No shopping trip was complete unless Van also bought something, so on the way out, she grabbed a few dresses from off the top of the pile of clothes she’d tried on. Not paying much attention to the actual garments—she’d find a use for the red and gold dresses at some point—she got in line behind her friend, nodding in what could be called an enthusiastic manner at Sara’s agreement.
She held her arm out for Sara to link hers through in a sisterly motion, thoughts of what they’d discussed at the hot springs far from her mind. It was funny how people so different could be such good friends. For Van, at least, being around Sara was one of the more therapeutic things she had to look forward to. Shopping bags in hand, they left the shop, walking just down the street to the tea cart. The day had ended well.
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