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>Sorry. It just feels kind of weird for us to talk about. Like, something someone says in their own head kind of feels like it's supposed to be private?
Okay! I was just kinda curious.
>Ignore him and read up on crafting. You should learn how weapons are made so that you know how to fight with them.
Um… I dunno if that'll help… That'd be like learning to put together a car just so you can ride in it…
Anyways, learning how to make sigils for even like one kind of thing takes like… years.
>ok so this guy seems to crave attention. may advice, ignore him and everything he does. If he answers a question or just talk in general pretend you never even heard him, if he tries to grab you or something just pretend you got stuck on something. If he wants attention just pretend he doesn't exist, ignore ever action he makes, disregard everything he says and he'll either get pissed, leave or both. The worst thing you can do to an attention whore is to ignore everything they do and starve them of the attention they seek.
Um, he's Maurine's little brother. That'd be kinda hard to do…
>>So… you guys are from some other world… right? What is that even like…?
>well the people are only one species so clothing can easily be massed produced, individual grudges are usually settled in some way outside of a fight or if it does turn into a fight the goal is to beat the other guy by usually knocking out the other fighter not removing there clothes.
So You're all, like, exactly the same? That sounds so… boring. How do you guys even tell each other apart?
Jeez, how hard do you have to be hitting each other to knock each other out? That sounds really kinda rough. Why not just use clothes to keep score like we do…?
>Oh and a lot of other crap that would take all day to explain since there is a lot of crap to cover. Both good and bad, stories that would make you feel all warm and fuzzy for days to stories that would make you have be afraid to sleep at night and everything in-between.
That sounds really crazy!
>Could you challenge him to a battle?
Nope! Since he doesn't have any powers yet, mine won't work on him! That's just kinda how it works. Besides, he's just a kid anyways.
>The urge to make him eat his own hair is very strong. Trip him, trip him something good!
I totally would, but he's standing way too far away! I should when I get the chance though…
>>Heh, not like anything you make won't get torn to shreds anyway!
>Weapons are useful and all, but you couldn't even have clothing battles if someone wasn't making clothing for them! If Maurine or someone like her didn't make 'em, he'd be out of business.
>Wow, how dumb is this guy? Even if clothes get torn up, it's done in front of large audiences. Everybody watches the fights. And the fights don't go on every second of the day, people go about their normal business, such as making weapons or marks or whatever else, and their clients will see the clothes, and figure out just how talented Maurine is.
Yeah, about that!
"Hey Jerkface! If nobody made any clothes in the first place, nobody'd want your stupid weapons anyway! And people wear cute clothes all the time when they're not battling anyways. Maurine's clothes are great!"
Rufus just sorta shugs, "Yeah, whatever. Nobody cares. Frilly outfits are stupid. I'm gonna go make some badass chainsaw swords or something."
"Yeah, you'd better go!" Abbey hisses at him.
"Whatever, Mustachio." He says, turning back and starting to leave, but stopping to give one more leering glance at Maurine. "Father just wants you to know that you are 'required for dinner'. Oh, and Aria's invited too. Something about her being a champ's daughter or something. Well, I'm out."
Rufus left. Good riddance.
Maurine manages a smile and blushes, "…Thanks, Aria. He… um… has some growing up to do…"
She stops for a second, and blushes harder. "Um… so I guess we should go to my room and pick out some outfits, huh…"
"This was you, wasn't it." Abbey says to me, pointing to her Moustache.
I kinda grin nervously, "Yeah…"
She grins and bursts out laughing. "Hahahaha! Wicked! You got me good! I'll get you back though. This means war! Prank war!"
Oh Jeez. What have I gotten myself into.
"I'm gonna go wash this off, you two go play dressup without me.", she points at me and winks. "Hehehe, better watch your back though!"
I start following Maurine to her room. She still looks really down, and she's blushing again… I think she just remembered her dare too…
"…I really do this your clothes are great." I say, as we walk into her room.
"Thanks…" she says, forcing another smile. Rufus is such a jerk!
It's really neat in here. She's got all kinds of clothing designs pinned to the walls, she's got a bunch of sketchbooks piled up next to her bed.
She looks at her closet for a second, then shakes her head. She spots some blank sigil paper on her desk and beams at me. Then she runs over to her desk, grabs some mark chalk, some blank sigil paper, and one of her sketchpads.x
"It'll take a couple hours to make them… but it's still pretty early in the day…" She sits down on her bed, flips her sketchpad open, and pulls out a pencil, "Can we… make something new, Aria?"
Eh, the battles can wait a little! This might really cheer her up. "Yeah, let's do it!"
Maurine smiles and sketches out some quick pictures of Me, her, and Abbey.
She chuckles to herself, "Let's make Abbey's extra cute…"
You all know the drill. Pick what Aria suggests to Maurine. Feel free to describe if you can't draw.
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