RP:A Wary Buyer

Cenril: Open Market

Lanara is perched atop the counter, a quill pen in her hand, and scribbling furiously in a notebook. The witch purses her full lips and ponders something before once more dipping her pen in the ink and continuing her sketch. When she’s done she peers up and notices that several customers have gathered and are perusing the racks of swimwear and beach accessories. Sighing, she clutches her side and gently slides off of the counter and approaches two pretty blondes to inquire if they would need assistance. “Hello. Welcome to the legendary designer, Kreekitaka’s, beachfront boutique! If you need anything at all, please just let me know. My name is Lana, and I’d be happy to assist you!” Without waiting to see if they actually needed any help, she peers over at the group Uyeer’s and pales as their pinchers tear a sarong in two. “Get out! You can’t keep doing this! I don’t know what it is with you crab people! Kree said you are supposed to help me, not damage the clothing!” The eight foot crustaceans glare at the pretty elf, clueless to her common tongue, and they merely shrug their claws in a helpless gesture. Thankfully, they do move out of her way as she picks up the remnants of the dress. Shaking her head, she tucks a silken strand of chestnut behind a tapered ear and sighs, frustrated. The fashion show is in less than a week and she has so much to do! For a moment she mentally processes all of the chores yet to be accomplished, and it’s only the chime above the door ringing that draws her from her reverie. Chocolate hues shift to the door to curiously peer at the next entrant, hope in her eyes to draw in some wealthy customers.

Valen had gotten lost in the city it would seem, again. How did this keep happening, he would wonder to himself. With a sigh, he would not even know where he was going until he found himself right most likely where he did not want to be. He had managed to elude Kreekitaka's guard once, but now he was staring at a whole group in front of what looked to be a rather respectable business, but alas...No shopping would get done here from the Vampire. He had been caught and held, briefly one might add, but he would most certainly not get caught again. At seeing the woman who seemed to run the business become frustrated at the destruction, a crime of fashion -to- fashion in his mind, of a rather nice dress, he would damn all consequences before reaching the counter with a worried, nervous, even scared smile. "Hello there..I...I cannot stay long, but I might be wondering...that dress. Do you have another like it?" Looking down sheepishly, a hand would rub the back of his head in embarrassment. "I don't suppose telling you it is for a friend would be believed..." Gods above what was he doing?! After finding out that giant crab/man's...well...somewhat part of his plan, here he was risking getting captured over a dress. But hey, priorities...right? He pitied anyone though that would try to make a grab for him, if they even knew who he was. He had not seen this woman at the compund in Milous, so maybe he would get lucky.

Blut walked into the store wearing a illusionary disguise looking like a commoner with a plain white shirt and black trowsers surpriseingly he wasn't here on business but to keep a promise. There were very few in this world Blut would call a friend but thats all the more reason to support him. He approached what he would assume would be the shop keeper clearly haveing far more experiance shoping for women then he would as he rubbed the back of his head with a nervious smiled painted on his illusionary face. "Ah excuse me there but may I ask for some advice I have a friend who's busy on business so he needs me to buy something that will keep the sun off his wife and daughter do you possibly have something like that." Blut asked nerviously this hounest to god was the first time he had to buy a present for someone and he was not comfortable not that his face showed that.

Lanara offers a faint smile to Valen, and quickly plucks a near duplicate from the rack, which she holds before the male. “Hm. I do have the same dress, in the same size, though the color is a much brighter. You see, the remnants of this one… Well, that is more of a pale pink… This one is more… Um… Well, it’s rather startling and I think it may clash with your red hair.” Holding the hot pink sun dress before the male’s torso, she nods and nips her lower lip, not believing for a second that the summer gown was for a friend. Leaning in conspiratorially she raises those heartbreak eyes to peer up at the male, appearing rather thoughtful, though a hint of amusement tugs at her lips. “I really admire you. Being a cross-dresser and all… Not many would admit to such a thing. Or they would be shopping at Maylari’s, and not this shop. Behind the curtain over there, feel free to try it on!” With a wink, she shifts her attention to the next newcomer and she comes face to face with Blut. For a moment she’s unsure if it’s the assassin that had beat up Leo, and had both started and ended a bar fight in Kelay. He wasn’t wearing his normal armour, and the fact that he was –shopping- had her second guessing her original thoughts. Well, maybe the man had a brother or someone that resembled him. Being the ever dutiful shop-keep, she lightly touches the male on his shoulder and directs him to the wall, where several shelves house brimmed hats, sunglasses, and beach cover-ups. “Do you think any of this will help? Protecting oneself from the sun is very important. I also sell a homemade balm to protect from ones skin getting scorched from the suns rays up by the counter, if you’re interested in that.”

Valen just about fell over and lived, cus he was already dead in a fashion. He had never worn a dress before, but he wanted to surprise a new...well, beu of sorts. As she looked for the right color, he would eye the male that walked up with a soft smile, but says nothing as he feels it just might be a tad bit rude to interrupt another's shopping. Not that he would mind conversation mind you, he was just very careful to not arouse someone's ire by way of impoliteness. A polite nod would be given, however, before the proper dress was picked out. Hot pink...? Interesting, though he loved it. "I...this is the first time I have shopped for a dress M'lady...Of that I can assure you. I did not even come here for it but I will most certainly try it on." With a tentative bite of his lower lip, he would go into the dressing room and take great care to not harm the wonderful clothing article as he changed. Once he had it on, he had to admit it certainly matched his hair, though being not versed in what colors go with what almost thought about a nice blue...but ultimately decided that he would produly wear this the next time he went over to the Naga's house. Coming out, wearing the dress still, he would wait patiently to talk to the woman again before asking "I simply adore it...How much will it be?"

Blut scratched his head as he looked over at the merchendice they were never a factor in Bluts plans so he never gave casual gear a second thought but now he was in a bit of a dilemma. Blut shook his head as he looked at the woman "uh I spend all my times locked away in the great library I've never shopped for women before I hounestly have no idea what half of this is for." Some of the things were self explanitory such as the cover ups and the hats but Blut picked up the sun glasses looking in confusion at the darkened specticals and had no idea what this balm was.

Lanara finds her attention once more drifting to the fiery haired elf, and those brown hues widen as she takes in the man… In the lovely dress. Working for the crab often left the woman bewildered at times, but for once, she was downright speechless. Sure, she thought Valen would try the dress on, and either purchase it or return it to the rack. But she never expected him to stroll into the main shopping area, wearing the very item that he seemed rather shy about requesting, at first. For a moment she’s caught so off-guard that she merely blinks and before her jaw drops, she maintains her composure. “You look lovely! Though… Those shoes don’t match. I recommend that you take a look at the shoe rack, over there.” Pointing to the far corner of the store, she waves to one of the Uyeer’s that is stocking the shelves. “He will help you if we don’t have your size. I recommend silver. Too much pink wouldn’t be good. And that dress is 35 gold pieces, Sir.” Without waiting for a response, as she was all business today, the witch retreats to Blut and extends a hand that is holding a small bottle of balm. “Oh. This is balm. When it’s very sun out, you dip your pinky finger into the cream, and rub some on your exposed skin. Especially the face! It will help to prevent your skin from being burned by the sun. Otherwise, one could get a painful burn, which leads to itching, and gross skin peeling. I highly recommend it. And these? These are sunglasses. It helps to shade your eyes from the sun’s rays. Kree enchanted the glass with a spell that helps to deflect the beams of gold that pour from the sky. I do recommend that you try and match. So… Hm… Why not a pale blue sarong… With a white hat, and matching glasses?” Pausing, she chews the inside of her cheek, and then meets Blut’s gaze. “Do you know the size of the lady you are dressing? Is she similar stature to myself? Thinner? Taller?” Lana stands up straight so that Blut could give her a once over, so that she could be compared to his lady friend, and fit the shopper accordingly. The witch seems oblivious to the few men at the far end of the store that are ogling her lovely physique with motives unlike a mere sizing.

Valen would be blushing from head to toe it seemed, as he still felt out of his element, but if he could wear this dress in public then he could certainly wear it for his other in private during a dinner or some such. The suggestion of silver shoes though had him curious. What style of shoes? He would never wear high heels, unles smaybe they had something like stillettos...But no platforms. Never go with platforms. So it would be that the Vampire, before going to pay, would check out the shoes with a hum before finding a silver pair that would be comfortable yet easy to walk in, and still look decent with his new...dress. Still felt odd to it. The very wonderful lady had said he looked lovely, and that only made him much more happier. The few men though that were oggling the kind shopkeeper did not go unnoticed, and he would glare at them as if daring them to try anything, or risk getting their asses handed to them by a dude in a dress. If there was one thing that Valen was, it was chivalrous, and he would not let them do anything untoward to that kind soul. Coming back over he would pay the 35 gold for the dress, and whatever price the shoes were. Eying those sunglasses though...Good lord this was why Mythayus had always gone shopping. It was addicting! As he thought, he would turn to Blut now and simply ask "Might I ask who the lucky lady is Sir?" You never know if you might know someone, besides, he might even be able to help with something.

Blut looked at the man raiseing a eyebrow in suspision before smileing and tilting his head. "No no you may not sir my friend helps run a very important business and these streets aren't the safest to talk about people who can get you gold. It's happened before their identitys were revealed and terrible things happened I hope you understand but I'm not risking their safety." Blut was right these two women were abducted before in the hopes to bribe Ashen out of money luckly he steped in and *resolved* the issue but even then it was still terrifying for the family. Blut looked back at Lanara walking from side to side to get accurate measurements he clicked his fingers as he figured it out "she's smaller than you by 7.4 cm and she is thicker than you by 2 cm" Blut rubbed the back of his head as he looked in his pouch which was the budget Ashen gave him "uh how much will this all cost may I ask" Blut asked in a uncertain manner worried that it may cost too much. Blut looked around the store spoting the men giveing them a cold glare before continueing the scan of the room.

Lanara smiles at Valen, and follows his glare to that of the ill-mannered thugs that were still ogling her, as her grin turns into a scowl. “They better pray they leave before he gets here…” She mutters beneath her breath, as her thoughts turn to the blue-eyed bodyguard she hired a few days ago. The shop alone was reason enough to hire security, especially being fashion week and all and with Kreekitaka’s rare garments being in high demand. And if the two male shoppers were paying close enough attention to the witch, they would notice that her make-up seemed slightly thicker around her left eye and cheekbone, a possible cover-up of an ugly bruise. Favoring her right side, she rubs beneath her rib cage, and tries to mask a wince as her though she were suffering a great injury. Still, though, her job came first and foremost, and she does her best to help those in need. “The shoes are on the house, Sir.” She mutters, as the coins are exchanged and the sale complete. As Blut declines in offering up the woman’s name, she nods in understanding, perhaps she understands just a little –too- well what the woman had been growing through. Identities were best kept hidden in Cenril, with all the gangs at war, and that is precisely why the shop has been closing before dark every day. “Ah. Well… She would be a medium!” Lana steps away for a brief moment before returning to the pair and placing the exact size and color of clothing she had recommended to Blut, into his waiting arms. “Alright. I won’t charge you for the balm, as it’s your first time using it, and I insist that you give it to your lady friend. The sunglasses are fifteen gold, and the sarong is another ten…. Oh! The hat is on clearance this week! They are only five gold. Of course we can negotiate, if need be.”

Valen would understand as well. In fact there was not too long ago when he himself was in hiding, and had to assume a monicher. A sigh would be given as he wa slost in what could only be described as unwanted, unfortunate, and utter horrible nostalgia. "I understand Sir. You must protect your lady fair, and I certainly wish you and she the best of luck. Judging by the looks of things though I would say she has found just the right man." A playful wink would be given before turning to Lanara with big eyes at the news the shoes were on the house. "Madame I...I simply could not!" He had a feeling though that it was non-negotiable, and would have given her the biggest hug if it did not look like she was suffering from some discomfort. Instead, he would offer out a hand to shake...and if accepted would slip her a piece of paper that one might swear had -not- been there seconds before. Immediately after, another glare of daggers would be sent to the men before he would pick up the front of his dress all dainty like with his right hand, hips swaying unintentionally (it was simply his normal stride), as he exited the shop area.

You told Lanara, "~The paper would read~ If you are suffering abuse at the hands of some deginerate, write the name on here. Or if you wish to talk about it, need a shoulder, or simply some wonderful Apple and Pecan pie, simply respond as such and leave this paper in the shadows. I will easily find it, I would just need to know where would be safe to speak."

Blut took the clothing as he draped it around one arm quickly looking at Valen a blush on his face when he mentioned that she found the right man "she's not my girlfriend she's married her husbands on a business trip." Blut explained rapidly quickly sighing before looking at Lanara with concern "uh are you alright " Blut asked softly appearing to be concerned for her well being Blut was good for finding the tiny details after all hunteing is all about the finer details.

Lanara feels her smile returning to her face as Valen appears touched at the gifted shoes, and she is more than happy to shake the appendage of the grateful vampire. “You are most welcome. Please, come back to visit. Even if you aren’t in need of any attire… It would be nice to hear how you impressed your friend with this lovely dress. And I don’t often get such nice visitors.” As if on cue, she hears a crash in the rear of the store and she cranes her neck to peer at the noise. Two uyeer’s were wildly gesticulating with their enormous claws and from what she could gather, they were blaming each other, for destroying the newly arrived inventory. As Valen drops her hand, he leaves behind a scrap of paper, and she tucks it into her cleavage and gives a nod. She would read it later, away from the nosy customers and group of thugs in the corner. Lana watches as the dress-donning male saunters from the shop and can’t help but shake her head and smirk. He was quite a character! As for Blut, she nods her head and keeping her voice low, reassures him that she’s fine. “I’m… Alright. Just a little misunderstanding is all. You look very familiar…” Narrowing her dark hues on the male, she hesitates before shaking her head and whisking the thought away. “I really should be getting back to work. I have to go and clean up that mess in the back. Please, feel free to stop by anytime! And… If she’s happily married, leave it be. If not? Well… Not everyone loves their boss, as I do.” Knowing he would at least reflect on her advice, if not follow it, she waves in parting, and retreats to the rear of the establishment. “You blasted crabs!” She’s heard hollering, before she fades from view into a back room.