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 Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 5:43 pm
Muka had finally reclaimed his title as Eating Contest Champion. His first afternoon back from Dragonfell he'd taken Needle out for a rematch. His new jaunt into adulthood required new clothes and as per their bet, his victory had ensured that Needle would join him on a trip to the maul. She'd expressed concern about past visits there but he reassured that everything would be fine.
Through the mall doors, it thankfully wasn't near any holiday in particular. The maul was done up simply and neutral funerary tunes drifted through the speakers gently. Muka took a deep breath and his golden eyes widened happily at the rows of shops. "I love the maul!" He giggled.
Needle was on his arm, his other hand resting on top of hers gently. The presence of the ghoul had him thrilled. He wanted to buy ALL THE THINGS.
"Remember, I am allowed to buy you things." He snickered. "It was a part of the deal. Don't worry I will only pick tasteful things.." But expensive. Probably very expensive. Unfortunately for the strix some of the things that Needle will easily be able to see, will be the price tags.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 7:30 pm
As far as Needle was concerned, that took him way too long to reclaim. A tiny, bratty part of her wanted to tell him that, too. Coupled with a you got beat by a small ghost ghoul, but she swallowed those strange feelings of gloating and decided to reflect on them later. After all, she had a new, more important thing to focus on; that being going to the maul and being pampered by her friend.
"Do not worry, I will keep to my promise. A bet is a bet, and a loss is a loss." The ghoul chuckled low, holding onto his arm and allowing him to guide her into the one place that was more of a sensory overload than school was.
"I will try to not voice my concerns." Needle promised him seriously, her lips pursing together. It wasn't that she didn't trust him with the style of clothing, because he had control of her Prom dress and, let's be honest, that was amazing...but he was a very fancy Gentlemonster with very fancy, well, everything.
She was not fancy, and was somewhat uncomfortable with the idea of getting nice, new expensive things. Mostly because she lead a very inky, bloody life and would hate to ruin his nice things. Again.
"Lead away, my friend." She stood straighter, squaring her shoulders minutely and preparing herself for this. "I am yours for the day." Some sort of doll, she imagined. So weird.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 7:53 pm
Muka simply giggled and squeezed her hand. "I may even want to stop for some things for myself.. I hope you don't mind?" Perhaps should could help? Or make suggestions. She had seen him afterall. She may be able to suggest color pallets or specific cuts. Muka was a bit of a clothes addict. His closet was way too large.
"Do you have a preference for where we go first?" There were shoes and women's stores and men's store. They could always eat... He loved that too. "Do you prefer dresses or.. hmm.." He fluffed the tiny piece of beard on his chin that had grown in the thickest. "wide leg pants?"
The strix seemed to be putting a lot of thought into the styles and thankfully the maul itself cooperated by being rather tame for the moment. Hopefully Johnny Danger didn't decide to go on a maul run today. Needle would never come back.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 8:19 pm
"Of course not! You do what you please." Needle assured him, giving his arm a brief squeeze. His questions gave her a thoughtful pause and she tried to work out how best to answer him, him-ing and haw-ing internally. After a moment or two of quiet consideration, the Engraver tilted her head, peering up at him through her mask.
"The clothing I am wearing now, with the exception of Prom, is the only clothing I have ever worn in my life." Just different sizes, and various stages of cleanliness and several ended up with quite the holes in them before the elders saw fit to make her a new pair. It was always the same, it was always a sleeveless kimono top and a blue hakama held in place by a deep red obi around her waist.
"I do now know what I prefer."
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 8:29 pm
Muka almost made a sound of distress. One outfit? Ever? He knew of cultural differences and in fact for the most part they were glaringly obvious, but the strix loved his clothes and loved to share clothes. She'd just opened a whole can of fashion worms.
He hooted triumphantly after a moment, leaning over to give her an affectionate nuzzle to the top of the head. The strix still thought nothing of showing affection since the Engraver was so obliging and reciprocating. Mostly for the moment he was absolutely tickled to be in the maul. Needle could easily hear the pleased giggles shaking inside of him until they approached a very sleekly sparse windowed store.
'Fyre and Grimstone' was completely black walled with red running lights and posed mannequins in the windows. It was a bit of a trendy shop, high end trendy, but not quite as Terror Couture as Muka was used to.
"We can start here.." He escorted her in when an attendant, a teenaged ghost in a pushup ballgown and a noose around her neck, floated over to them.
"Hiiii.. Can I help you with anything?" She leaned in to Needle. "Looking for something Miss?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 9:06 pm
If Needle knew what she was in for, she may have regretted her boasting and giving him reason to take her shopping. Perhaps she would have tried harder to win the bet that got her here in the first place. Now all she knew was that he wanted to take her shopping, and that he knew a lot more on the subject than she ever could in her entire life. The nuzzle was naturally accepted, and she tilted her head up to nuzzle back under his scruffy chin for a moment, before returning to their normal walk. It was nice to hear the giggled shudder through his body, but with it came the first sign of forboding she had felt in a very long time.
The glowing sign was only seen because of the red on the black; it stood out, gave her something to focus on through her mask. She had nodded and stepped through with him when there was suddenly a very eager presence in front of her.
"Ah...Oh. Hello. I...I do not know? He is...the one choosing for me." Needle resisted any and all urge to hide behind Muka then, to duck like a little scareling behind her Father's leg. But she stood her ground, deflected the ghost's attention, and gripping his arm just a little tighter.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 11:04 pm
HELLO I AM A PROXY POST FOR HUNI biggrin Huni Pi The Maul was proving to be a sensory overload for more than one ghoul that day. There was a certain female tikbalang wandering around the establishment in her human form, her outfit gathering lingering gazes from some of the maul-goers. It was possibly because other than the wrap around her waist, and the bronze arm and leg bracers, she wore no other article of clothing. But Girlie wasn't concerned about the attention, she was more focused on exploring this strange, exotic location of excess and spending. Girlie was loving every minute of it and didn't care that she hardly had enough money to afford these things. She didn't need them to begin with, but she'd always loved to look and ask and haggle and eventually declare she was no longer interested. Rinse and repeat. Completely forgetting (or maybe ignoring) that she was on a mission from home, she entered what was her fifth store to skim through the selections. She finally pulled an item off the shelf and approached the salesghoul currently attending to two individuals. "Excuse me, but is this really the price for such a small amount fabric?" she interrupted, glancing at the winged boil and the dark-haired ghoul with all those spikes in her ar- Girlie did a double-take.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 12:47 pm
Ulmuka had been just about to ask the ghost for women's clothing. Skirts, tops, dresses, when another customer slid up. He giggled, unable to help himself. She looked a bit like Petro! Well besides a woman. The strix only briefly glanced across her bare bust, but he was a gentlemonster and they were out in public. Shouldn't she have a shirt on? AH YES! Cultural differences! His neck craned and head bobbled to the piece she held in her hands. "Actually!" he chirped. "For that designer, it's quite a bargain!"
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 5:56 pm
Needle's attention didn't shift to the ghoul until she caught sight of practically glowing tattoos. Tattoos - ink in general - had her attention faster than you could say 'Hi', and her head tilted towards her. There was an almost familiar accent in her voice, and the tattoos themselves elicited the same response. As she tried to figure it out (as she clearly did not know this ghoul by tone and shape), she let Muka look at the price and, quite honestly, did her best to not peek.
Ignorance was bliss when it came to clothing and a near minimalist.
"I adore your tattoos, where did you get them done?" Needle keened softly, the ghost of a smile on her lips. As always she held her restraint, especially out in public, but there was at least enough emotion there to hint at it. She was dying to grab the ghoul's hands and inspect her ink as they were ridiculously familiar and it was starting to bother her, but...she did have appearances to keep.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 2:40 am
Girlie's attention briefly returned to the article of clothing she held, then towards the winged boil. "Stiiiiiiiir? This!? Bargain? HA!" obviously this ghoul had no particular concern for decorum or being obnoxious. She shoved the item into the attendant's arms, "Ewan, I'll never understand this sense of design." She waved dismissively at the attendant before focusing on the two younger Halloweeners.
"Oh, my tattoos, 'kamo?" she blinked, hazel eyes looking down to the myriad of symbols on the back of her hands and winding around her fingers like permanent rings. The tikbalang opened her mouth as if to continue, then paused, bringing her hand to stroke at her chin briefly. "That's the first thing you noticed? Aaaaand what about you?" she asked, staring pointedly at Ulmuka
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 9:00 am
The attendant ghost fretted as she accepted back the garment. She wanted to get one of these customers for a sale but the animated, tanned ghoul had pushed in and now she was sure they were going to socialize. The ghost looked rejected and floated away to hover behind the counter and attempt to eavesdrop. Muka found this stranger to be very amusing! He was giggling at her boisterous attitude and was sure that Needle was on the edge of control to examine those tattoos. He internally noted that she needed to tattoo him soon. He had promised, after all. "I notice a lot of things, Miss!" Muka grinned and stared, gold eyes not leaving her face but also not blinking. "You look a bit like our friend Petro!" His teeth parted, razor sharp point sucking in a tiny bit of the air. "You have a similar.... taste? On the air." Not to mention the loincloth, bracers, hair style (though slightly different it was too similar to ignore).
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 10:06 am
Kamo? Behind her mask her brows rose curiously, but as ever she remained nearly expressionless to anyone else, save for the small ghost of a smile on her lips. She had no idea what some of the words this ghoul was spouting were, but they were likely some of her own native tongue; she did have quite the accent, after all.
"Well, no, if you will forgive me for being frank...I first noticed your voice." And then the tattoos, and then her general shape. "I have poor vision." She explained briefly, not quite wanting to get into the specifics of it with a stranger, but recognizing that she might have to say something about it. It was polite, after all. Muka seemed to say a keyword though, and she made a soft noise of understanding.
"She does? Ah! That would explain why your marking seem so familiar. Clan similarities! Are you part of his family?" Now that Muka had brought it up, it seemed obvious; she noticed almost all the non-visual cues (With the exception of the tattoos) that the Strix had, minus the taste. Nothing could really hide an outdoorsy smell.
"Regardless, it is nice to meet you, Miss. I am Needle, and this is Ulmuka." Since she was still holding his arm, she used her free hand to gesture to the boil beside her. Hopefully he wouldn't mind being introduced by her, but at the same time...if he didn't like it, he could correct it.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 7:09 am
Girlie continued to stroke her chin in thought, pursing her lips as if to further emphasize the action. All that was missing was the "Hmmmm, is that sooooooo?", which she inevitably made, not caring how it looked despite being a ghoul over six feet in height with the muscles in her arms and legs toned.
"By Petro are you referring to a tanned boil with tattoo across his face?" the two had outright confirmed her suspicions, but Girlie wasn't given the opportunity to be outside the Clan often and she intended to savor it. "Ulmuka, never heard'v you but Neeeeeeedle, ooooh you're quite the talk of the Clan back home." The knowing smirk that pulled at her mouth was more for Ulmuka's benefit, her hazel eyes staring back equally unblinking at the Strix.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 7:41 am
"Oh yes he's the one!" Muka giggled and pointed at Girlie, indicating that she had it exactly right. He continued to stare and grin, face a placid demonstration of absolutely nothing. Whatever reaction Girlie's pointed stare was hoping to evoke from the boil, unless it was the usual blank stare, Ulmuka was not quite going to provide. When she mentioned that Needle was the talk of the clan he simply squeezed her hand. To the strix's family, being on other's lips was a good thing. Good or bad comments, it was nice to be known. He, of course, was polite and so he said nothing. Needle's name was being spoken of, not his own, and so he allowed her to handle it herself.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 7:52 am
Needle nodded in agreement to Muka's loud (and pointing, she could see him pointing) acknowledgement. Yes, that Petro. Her and her Sister's protector.
While Muka's way of life liked attention, her world was hesitant towards it. Word of mouth for their work is what was favoured, but anything that singled out a certain Engraver was usually frowned upon. They were a very much be-seen-but-not-heard on a personal level. A single unit that did amazing work. So when Girlie commented on Needle being the talk of the clan, the ghoul was rather uncomfortable and hesitant. Muka's squeeze of her hand was reassuring, helpfully so, and she briefly tightened her grip on his arm in return before relaxing again.
"Is...that so? May I ask why?"
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