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[ Somewhere around town-- at the bookstore, the Tomoe-Kaname Bakery, attached to posts and notice boards --you find a small white notecard. On it is printed a little message and some numbers in ornate lettering. If you look closely, it reads the following: ]

Rohan Kishibe, Mangaka & Visual Artist
Owner Pro Tempore of Ebony Threads Tailor Shop
Highly Experienced.
Commissions & Advertising For Hire
Pay Negotiable.
Contact At: 512.66.730.91 for inquiries
Castle Lüvchaque - Directly North of Bavan per appointment ONLY.

(( feel free to use this as an action-based prompt too. any random interactions will MOST LIKELY take place in the form of walk-ins at the tailor shop unless it's pre-planned. just drop a starter in here! ))

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I have many things. That depends on what you think She would want from you, understand?

what She'd want from me? uum...i dunno really! ive never actually met her before...thisll be my first time talking to her!

besides, its the thought that counts anyways right?

She really just appreciates a prayer and a promise to be Her follower. I have a variety of jewelry and the like you can bring. She prefers actions over material wealth.

A small gift could not hurt. She is one Hell of a gem.

Have you decided that this is what you would like to do?

yeah! like...it was actually a lot scarier than i thought itd be, turning into a monster...ive never really hurt that much before cause back home, when i get hurt it doesnt last for so long. but i was spitting out teeth all day and it kindof really sucked...

and then these spike things grew out of my back and i started bleeding really bad, but thanks to the Fog God i was able to get help! and like...sure it hurts and that sucks, but being a monster is like...all of my friends back home were monsters, and i always kinda felt a little left out, i guess? i dont have a family and i dont remember where i came from, so theyre all i got

but now that im HERE its like im starting to really fit in yaknow? and i think she did that for me cause she knew how i felt and wanted me to be able to do all the cool stuff everybody back home can do

she might have funny ways of goin about it but i think shes really helping folks! and i wanna help her help people too!

Being a monster sucks for a while. I lost everything the first time I changed. I look at it as Her going me a favor so I had no illusions over what I was to become.

What She did for you is reveal what you need to truly fit in. People will try telling you otherwise but they have no idea. The Fog God is here to let you live the life you want in a way you intend.

You may have all the freedom you want because of Her.

I'm pleased with your decision. I will help you in any way that I can.

yeah, i thought so too! i think jewelry would be perfect, if you think thats somethin shed like
id buy something for her myself but i dont have any money right now really

[ She probably doesn't even wear jewelry but Jimmy is SO EXCITED. So... ]

I can give you something to work with.

Obsidian, maybe?

that sounds cool!

whats obsidian?

It's a rock. A black one.

A particularly sharp-cut one known for its sheen and natural cleavage.

a sharp black rock? oh we might have a lot of those back home...but i just thought they were black rocks

[THE MORE YOU KNOW.]

but i think thatd be great!

[She doesn't know what to do.]

[It just, it all happened so quickly, it happened so quickly and she doesn't know what to do and her heart is pounding in her ears and she doesn't know what to do.]

[She can't focus. She can't think. She knows she needs to get away, to get help, to find the police or the nearest passerby who might help her but she can't. Fear has paralyzed her, it's robbed her of her wits. She cannot think of what she ought to do, only what she feels, what she wants, and more than anything she just wants to go home.]

[She wants to go home, and with a burst of flame that is exactly where her instincts take her.]

[A ring of fire roars to life just outside Rohan's bedroom, scorching the floor and filling the air with the acrid stench of burnt carpet. Within seconds the fire dies away, leaving behind a ring of smoke and ash - and within it, Lorna, whose shaky legs have finally given out beneath her. She sinks heavily to her knees, her eyes wet and wide as she stares at her hands in both awe and growing horror.]

Mr.Kishibe...

[Her voice is quiet, shaky, as small as she feels.]

...Sir?

[Her claws are gone. Her claws are gone and in their place are soft pink nails and oh God in Heaven her legs feel as though they're splitting apart.]

--Rohan!

[ Ever wanted to get an actual nap? Ever wanted to curl up on top of your blanket pile under your favorite window to be toasty?

that's great and all but

If there is anything that is going to jar Rohan out of a nap, it's fire. Whether he sees it or not-- or how much exposure he's had to it???? --it's always going to give him Anxiety.

Particularly when it explodes.

As with EVERY SINGLE TIME he spooks, Rohan inhales harshly and puffs his body up from his cheeks down through most of his back. His scales are stuck up in many places like rows of spines, his hollowed-out chest expanding quite a bit. ]

Lorna-- [ Getting startled is nothing compared to Lorna's alarmed wail and her crumpled up form starting to wither on the floor.

Ignore his body's Attempt at being scary on the fly because GOSH DANGIT he's all over this. Scooping the poor girl into his arms, he plops her right onto his quilt pile. ]

Lorna, what happened--? [ Oh Man, it's like when everybody changed monsters all over again. ]

They're volcanic rocks.

Cooled lava.

That's neat, right.

it's the neatest thing ever!
dang i wouldnt mind having lava rocks myself, thats so cool

Any other time, she might have been embarrassed - she's too old to be coddled like this, too old to be scooped up and tended to like a child with a scraped knee, but she doesn't protest. She doesn't do much of anything, really, beyond stare at her shaking hands and try with all her might to not imagine what must be going on behind her.]

[Her wings are - they feel like they're going to--]

[Nonono no no. She's not going to think about it. She's not going to think about it. Rohan said something, didn't he? She'll think about that instead.]

There was a man, he - he did something to me, he poured poison in my veins and now I've gone to rot.

[Her eyes tear themselves away from her hands, looking instead to Rohan, desperate and pleading.]

[Though she is far from a child, she cannot help but look to Rohan in the way of one; eyes wide and fearful, hopeful that somehow he can fix this, fix her.]

[ He can fix a handful of things. Whatever's going on here... Probably not but the look in her eyes twists the knife in his chest. ]

Poison?

[ Oh no. ]

Poison. Those filthy beasts-- [ He bites at the air the way he would a person. Someone set a hand on Lorna and put that human swill in her. Disgusting. ]

You aren't rotting. [ His voice does not waver. It stays smooth and as soothing as he can manage as his tail whips around to press coolness to her forehead. What he DOES know is that she isn't dying. ] Lorna... Eyes here... [ He has an idea.

She is afraid and as much as he does not want to enjoy that, he can't help it. Rohan's eyes pop wide open and his eyes go all aglow... He lingers near her face and if she looks at him, there will be a camera-flash of light-- a soothing light that is meant to relax her. Snanax (snake Xanax). ]

Easy now...

[ It isn't much. It's Something. ]

[She isn't rotting. Ha. She has never known Rohan to lie, nor would she ever accuse him of being anything less than truthful with her, but surely his eyes do not see what hers do - she sees her claws falling out, she sees her tail withering away. If that isn't rotting, she isn't sure what else it could possibly be.]

[In the back of her mind, she hears a small, reasonable voice suggest that she may be just a touch hysterical at the moment. She honestly can't say she disagrees with it.]

[She looks up when asked, the gesture more mechanical than deliberate. Even if she can't rely on her conscious mind to make decisions for her, her obedient nature can be trusted to take over in its stead.]

[She looks up at Rohan, her trust in him tempering the fear in her stare. She meets his gaze readily, and in a flash - a literal and figurative flash - her fear subsides, giving way to a quiet shock.]

[She blinks, suddenly bleary-eyed, then sniffs. Her mouth quivers a bit, and after a short pause she sniffs again and lets out a shaky breath, her eyes falling shut as she leans forward to touch her forehead to Rohan's chest, seeking shelter in closeness and privacy behind the curtain of her hair.]

Forgive me, I'm sorry, 'm so sorry-

[ He'll take shock over hysterics.

His chest rises and then heavily falls with a sigh. ]

... I don't know why you need to apologize. [ Rather, he DOES because it's in Lorna's nature but it doesn't mean he wants her to. He sets a hand atop her head and holds her there. ] This isn't your fault. They have been distributing a chemical... I'm not sure what it does but it turns you inside out like this.

Somehow. It's a thing of sin and now they are forcing it upon those they can catch with it. Despicable. Vile...

Hello, is this Rohan Kishibe of Ebony threads?

I'm inquiring about a hiring opportunity! Ms. Mari Ohara let me know you are looking for an assistant, and I would love to come in and see if we won't work well together.

Let me know if you're in today and I'll come by!

Thank you for your time,

Maya Fey

Yes, this is.

Mari Ohara is a girl I gave a dress to. I am assuming that you are new as well? My assistant and bookkeeper has gone elsewhere for an unknown length of time and the position is open.

Job details are as follows: Balancing facts and figures for the business, organizing orders by priority so that myself and my staff may get to them in a timely manner, and possibly helping model clothing depending heavily on your body type.

You may come in today if you would like. I will be here all evening.

The address is [ BAVAN ADDRESS HERE ]

-- Rohan Kishibe

[Well that's not at all intimidating. Regardless of whatever weenie worry Maya might have about his tone, however, she assures herself she can't judge by text.

And she did ask for this lead, so.]

Thank you! I'll look forward to seeing you later.

[She leaves it at that and, after her uniform is clean from being rain-soaked the night before, Maya dons her usual attire to take to the streets of Bavan. Having made sure to write down the address she was given, she checks it before she steps in with the precociousness of a young cat.

Maya pokes her head past Ebony Threads's door first, looking left and right before she steps in and closes it behind her. Her hands linger on the door frame behind her back, and she asks--]

Mr. Kishibe?

[ He is one of the more intimidating creatures on the peninsula so it's TOTALLY NORMAL...

The little bell overhead jingles. Maya will find herself surrounded by not clothing but walls upon walls of framed paintings. All of them realistic from landscapes to fearsome monsters. Over the main desk, there sit a portrait of a silver and black mermaid on the right and a purple and gold gargoyle on the left.

Hearing the bell, Rohan's boot-like hooves click along the ground until he reaches the shopfront proper. His glowing green eyes look her up and down. ]

You must be Maya.

[Well shit, Rohan is striking. Maya stands up straight when he speaks, eyes wide.]

Yes!

[She clears her throat. Maybe don't look so obviously intimidated? Jeez, Maya, stop being such a weenie, you're trying to get a job!!!]

Um, I mean, I am. It's nice to meet you in person!

[She puts her hands together in front of her and bows deep at the waist, ever the respectful medium.]

[ He gestures for her to come to ease. ]

You do not need to bow here. We're not in Japan.

[ Otherwise, he would require it. It's kind of like how he doesn't require people to call him Rohan-sensei around here. Namely because they don't know that it's what he goes by at home. ]

It's a pleasure to meet you too. Welcome to my tailor shop and my art gallery. I do not showcase my clothing as much as I do my paintings. I'm an artist before I am a tailor.

Oh! Um--

[She's not sure what to do without bowing! No one's told her in L.A. not to do so, even if most of the time they call her a hippie or weird or traditional.]

These are all yours?

[Maya asks, choosing to marvel rather than to focus on her own confusion. She steps into the shop further, eyes on all her surroundings, bright and starry.]

They're amazing...

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July 11th - get rekt dad

what is with you people and setting his shit on fire

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Well maybe stop buying flammable things Rohan

oh im sorry shit iS MADE OF WOOD

Snanax god fuckin bless

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