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Post by Italian Panda on Feb 10, 2011 18:26:28 GMT -5
Tristan smiled, enjoying the site of the Arcanine morph having fun. The light shone down Aikosa as she spun around the lamp post from the movie. Accompanied by the the crepuscular rays from people's breath, she seemed to be one of the happiest people around. He walked over to the street post, keeping a close eye on Aikosa. "Careful now, you don't want to fall and get hurt."
He looked around, his eyes spotting the still nearby cafe with the many chain stores around him. The stores had many different items on the windows, ranging from coats to video games to hardware. This gave Tristan an idea. "Hey Aikosa. You ever been around stores before?" He said calmly, leaning on his back leg, head down and hands in his pocket. He thought that he may as well show Aikosa the different objects around. As far as he knew, bringing Aikosa to a store may not be so bad.
Noises stirred behind the trash can. There were some pokemon going about in the alleyways, waiting for their prey to come about.
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Post by nekayne on Feb 10, 2011 23:04:16 GMT -5
Aikosa Arcanias ♫ ♪ She's the song that you couldn't sing. ♫ ♪
"I won't!" Aikosa assured, but she smiled anyways for the concern Tristan was showing her. She laughed as she swung around, feeling free, and much taller than she already was. Seeing the world at a different level than you are used to is always interesting.
Aikosa stopped her spinning, but stayed on the streetlamp. She blinked, thinking for a moment. "Nope, never." She hopped off of the streetlamp and wagged her bushy tail excitedly. "Can we go to one? Can we?"
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Post by Italian Panda on Feb 10, 2011 23:20:16 GMT -5
People drew attention to Aikosa and Tristan at the street lamp, concerned about the possibly lunatic girl on the street lamp. His eyebrow raised, now wondering how sheltered Aikosa was to the world. He laughed at how childish she asked permission to go to a store, prompting him to scratch behind her ears. "Of course we can. There are a multitude of stores out there." He said smoothly. From the corner of his eye, he noticed a few people staring at he and Aikosa. Tristan stayed calm, evident in his voice and body movements. His voice never really fluctuated with emotion. It just stayed calm and smooth as ever. "Its okay, don't worry. Nothing really wrong."
Tristan was acted calm and collected, yet there was not a hint of lazy or bluntness ever. He just acted polite, friendly, and nice. The lights shone around them as Tristan guided around the different shops, pointing out the different products and stores. "So where would you like to go, Aikosa?"
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Post by nekayne on Feb 10, 2011 23:45:27 GMT -5
Aikosa Arcanias ♫ ♪ She's the song that you couldn't sing. ♫ ♪
Aikosa's eyes flickered sleepily as she was scratched behind the ears. She instinctively leaned in towards Tristan as he did so. She hadn't even noticed the attention she was drawing towards herself or Tristan, and even if she did, she probably wouldn't have cared all that much.
Aikosa skipped along-side of Tristan. She stopped for a moment, thinking. She spun around on her heel as she took a gander at the stores, choosing one on colourful appeal. Tugging on Tristan's coat sleeve to grab his attention, Aikosa pointed to a store lit up brightly with pink. "Hey, what about that one? Can we go there?"
Unfortunately, Aikosa happened to point to a shop that wasn't exactly innocent, but she wasn't aware of this. All she saw was bright pink letters spell out 'Fun House' and the colourful lights glare against the windows to block outside viewers from some of the R-rated product. Obviously, Aikosa had no idea what this store really was about.
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Post by Italian Panda on Feb 11, 2011 0:13:59 GMT -5
Tristan felt his coat sleeve tugged, turning around to see Aikosa's choice. When she pointed at her choice, he saw the neon pink store called the "fun house." Instantly, Tristan fell into silence, not sure if that was the best place to go to of all places. He went into thought about those two entering the "Fun House."
Tristan's Thoughts: Tristan and Aikosa walk in, greeted with the bright lights and bass music. A woman approaches, addressing Tristan as a respectable person while spotting Aikosa for her looks and body. As if something sparked inside this woman, she dragged Aikosa off to the back. As time passes, Tristan sat down, holding up a cold glass of liquid, calming him down. Soon, an announcement was heard about a new person. Slowly, the curtains open to reveal a Aikosa in-
Tristan immediately blushed at the thought, now wondering whether he should open the door for temptation to walk in. HE stood there, red hot and blushing. Eventually, he guided Aikosa's head away and hastily pushed her off. "That is probably not the best store for you. Lets go find another place, shall we?" HE was quick to try to push Aikosa away from the store, far away enough for the bright light to blend in with the other city lights.
All the while, wild Pokémon were watching Tristan and Aikosa. They were plotting something. But what?
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Post by nekayne on Feb 11, 2011 0:26:30 GMT -5
Aikosa Arcanias ♫ ♪ She's the song that you couldn't sing. ♫ ♪
Aikosa was struck with confusion as Tristan pushed her away. She blinked as she was hastily being guided away from the view of the store. "H-hey, what's wrong? What was in that store?" She pouted a little, unhappy that she wasn't going to figure it out, but that was probably for the best.
Aikosa instantly forgot all about the other store once she was displayed with a new assortments of coloured lights and signs. She wandered away from Tristan to get a better look at the windows.
One of the stores was accented with a subtle blue lighting on the outside and different, eccentric fashion of a scene or perhaps gothic style. Having never seen anything like it before, Aikosa pointed towards it. "What about this one? Anything wrong with this one?"
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Post by Italian Panda on Feb 11, 2011 1:09:36 GMT -5
Tristan sighed in relief when he was able to divert Aikosa's attention away from the Fun House. He watched Aikosa being distracted by the many lights and colors of Verona City. When Aikosa pointed to the eccentric fashion store, he considered potential consequences. AS his thoughts rolled, he did not see too many that would totally hurt Aikosa. So Tristan nodded in agreement. "Sure, why not. We can have some fun in there."
Tristan opened the door to be greeted with many odd and different styles of fashion and accessories. One can see black clothing everywhere, with somewhat bright lights to support the eccentric atmosphere. One can see many different selections of obscene and funny trinkets as well as cute necklaces of different interpretations on life. As they walked, they were approached by a woman wearing a lacy black dress with a little black hat on. It was the familiar gothic lolita fashion that seemed to get people. "Hello. How may I help you?"
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Post by nekayne on Feb 11, 2011 1:27:14 GMT -5
Aikosa Arcanias ♫ ♪ She's the song that you couldn't sing. ♫ ♪
"Yay!" Aikosa cheered now that Tristan had confirmed that the store was okay to go into. She grinned the whole way to the store. As soon as she entered through the door, hearing the chime of the bell sitting above it, she was met with some odd things she had never seen before.
Aikosa took a few slow steps in, looking up and around and the decor. It was definitely interesting and there was a lot to look at. Turning her attention to the oddly dressed employee, Aikosa shook her head. "No thank you, but thanks!" Aikosa took a moment to admire the woman's dress before turning away.
Aikosa turned towards Tristan and moved herself close to his ear. She put her hand to one side of her mouth as she whispered. "Why is she wearing a hat too small for her head?"
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Post by Italian Panda on Feb 11, 2011 1:45:29 GMT -5
Tristan looked at the interesting objects around the store. He then looked over at Aikosa, listening to her question. "A little fashion choice, I suppose. Its a way to dress." The choices of accessories for the eccentric could all be found in the store. It had many things from t-shirts with different logos and jokes, to bracelets of differnet studs on them. Curious, Tristan looked over to another stand in the store.
"Hey Aikosa, there are many eccentric choices here. Like so." Tristan appeared before Aikosa with sunglasses that were 3 times the size the norm. Its bright green rims matched up relatively well with Tristan for some reason. He did not know why. Tristan glanced over to the music stand, with samples of the different CD's and music. He took a listen to some of the loud screamo and bassmusic, leaving Aikosa alone. Meanwhile, two women approached the pokemorph, curious. Both were wearing the same lolita looks.
"Hello there. You look curious. Would you like us to help?" One woman said, a glimmer of hungry eyes on her. "We can help you try on something. Especially for us. We want to see you happy. Lets try this dress on!" Another one said. Suddenly, they attempted to grasp each of Aikosa's arms and proceeded to drag her off into the dressing room. What will they dress her up in? Tristan did not seem to notice too much due to him listening to music.
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Post by nekayne on Feb 11, 2011 1:51:46 GMT -5
Aikosa Arcanias ♫ ♪ She's the song that you couldn't sing. ♫ ♪
Aikosa laughed a little by the size of the sunglasses Tristan put on. While he excused himself to a different section of the store, Aikosa took to looking around on her own. Stationing herself near a few aligned racks with different necklaces, bracelets, and the like, she focused her attention there. If something sparked her eye, she took a bit of a closer look.
Hearing a voice directed to her, Aikosa turned her attention to the two women. They were dressed alike and somehow reminded Aikosa of dolls. Aikosa was about to decline the offer for help, but the women were insisting. Having her arms grabbed, she blinked, but allowed herself to be dragged awkwardly along. "Um...okay..."
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Post by Italian Panda on Feb 11, 2011 2:01:39 GMT -5
Tristan continued to listen to his music, looking at the other accessories of the store. As he glanced through the eccentric choices of clothing, he noticed that something out of the ordinary. He could not quite put his finger. Was there supposed to be something stocked on that shelf? Or was it a worker in an outfit that would go against the gothic and eccentric atmosphere of this area?
"Huh......must be my imagination.......Aikosa?" Tristan looked around, wondering where Aikosa went. He was calm, that was true, but he was beginning to worry where she went. There wasn't much to this store. It was only one story with a set length. He looked around the store in places where she could be hiding, to no avail. He did not think to look in the dressing room.
The two women sat Aikosa down and prepared a number of selections for her. "We have quite a number of choices for you, ma'am. And given your bod and bust, you can make anything look good here." Said one of them rather cheerfully. "We can go from depressing to beautiful to sexy to even cute even!" They approached her, tiny hats moving left and right. "So which would you like?" "Oh forget it, we'll choose for you.: And suddenly they grabbed a random dress and proceeded to try and make Aikosa wear it. What was she going to wear and will she fight back?
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Post by nekayne on Feb 11, 2011 2:14:04 GMT -5
Aikosa Arcanias ♫ ♪ She's the song that you couldn't sing. ♫ ♪
Aikosa let out a small 'oof!' as she was sat down in the dressing room. She looked up at the two women. They seemed like they were trying to help her, which was nice, but they seemed very...motivated, lets say. That just meant they wanted to provide her with the best shopping experience, right?
"Um--" Aikosa cut herself off, the commentary on her body shape making her a little shy and her cheeks flush a bit. At first it seemed like Aikosa would get the decision in what to try on, but the way the women spoke so fast, she ended up not having one. In fact, they were so persistent that Aikosa wouldn't even have the chance to physically dress herself.
"Whoa! H-hey, wait!" Aikosa started as her coat and boots were hastily taken off for her by the duo. Her protests would most likely go unheard. She flushed a bright pink as they stripped her down of her clothing. In place, they shoved a short, lacy dress accented with frills that was in no way, shape, or form modest. They tightened up the corset detailing on the front of it and she almost tripped as one of them slipped a form of high-heels onto her feet. She felt like she was being used as a dress-up doll by the way they threw accessories onto her and adjusted her clothing.
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Post by Italian Panda on Feb 11, 2011 2:27:59 GMT -5
"And one more touch" And the woman placed a little bow on her head to finish the touches. "There we go!" And they tried to push her out of the dressing room, out into the public eye. Tristan, meanwhile, heard the noise form the back and wondered what was going on. "Should I really approach the dressing room.....well it is rather perplexing. But........no, it may not a good idea. I won't do it."
Against his better judgment and his words, he approached the curtain entrance with curiosity. To justify that he wanted something, he took a white and black t-shirt designed with a man in a bandana with the words "hide yo' kids, hide yo' wife, and hide yo' cousins." When he entered, he noticed a sight that he was not going to forget. It was Aikosa in the frilliest, most doll-like appearance ever. He knew that Aikosa looked cute, but with the costume on she looked even cuter than before. He was struck silent as he looked at what the two workers did to Aikosa. ".....wow...." And he fell back a little, trying to figure out what he just saw.
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Post by nekayne on Feb 11, 2011 2:39:23 GMT -5
Aikosa Arcanias ♫ ♪ She's the song that you couldn't sing. ♫ ♪
Aikosa swallowed hard as the women finished dressing her. She couldn't see what they had put on top of her head. She tried to look up to see it, but of course that didn't work. Feeling a little embarrassed and flushed in what she was put in, she let out a nervous laugh. "Okay, well, um...I guess that means we're done, so maybe I could chan--whoa!"
Aikosa was promptly shoved out of the dressing room and into the store area. She stumbled a little, not used to the shoes they had put on her, nor was she used to the height of the dress. She wanted to get back into that change room before anyone saw her.
Too late.
Aikosa felt her cheeks turn a brilliant pink as she stared straight at Tristan. She fell silent, unsure of what to say. It was probably the most awkward she had ever felt in her life. Letting out a nervous laugh, she bit her lower lip. "So...u-um...what do you think?"
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Post by Italian Panda on Feb 11, 2011 3:01:32 GMT -5
Tristan also remained silent, looking at Aikosa in the tight fitting, not so modest dress and cute little doll-like accessories to go with it. He did not know what to say without giving other people the wrong idea. He then figured that if it was something to be said, it will be said.
"Y-you....look........cute." The employees behind Aikosa squealed a bit as they approached Tristan, "You look rather handsome." One said, hands on Tristan's chest. "And cute. I know!" And suddenly they pulled up a selection of different men's wear, as well as, frilly dresses. "How about we-""No........No!" He said rather forcefully. He calmed down a little and looked at Aikosa. He gave her a pet behind in the ears, looking away with a flush of red on his face. Out of it, he was unable to sneak a peek at Aikosa's body in the dress that seemed to heighten her beauty. "You really do look cute in that.......eheheh." Tristan than walked off, going back to whatever he was looking at. "Are there any other stores you wish to check out?"
OOC: Wow I'm running on museless.
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Post by nekayne on Feb 11, 2011 15:22:02 GMT -5
Aikosa Arcanias ♫ ♪ She's the song that you couldn't sing. ♫ ♪
Aikosa blushed a little, putting her hands to her cheeks to try and cover it up. Feeling another scratch behind her ears, she relaxed and allowed her hands to slowly fall from her face. "Thank you, Tristan. I-I think I'm going to get back into my normal clothes now..."
Aikosa turned to go back into the change room, only to have the two women grab onto her arms to stop her. "You can't change yet!"
The other giggled, as if reading the first one's mind. "Yeah! We have to get you two matching!" The woman shoved Aikosa into a seat by the dressing room area. They immediately turned their attention back to Tristan. As if skillfully remembering where every desired article was, as well as a good eye for size, they grabbed a number of hooks and hangers with different articles. The first one took the hooks into an unoccupied room while the other forcefully shoved Tristan in there with them.
Aikosa blinked, confused. The women were really pushy and she couldn't tell if it was a good or bad trait. Shyly looking around, she spotted a teenage boy near a rack who was staring at her oddly. Aikosa looked away, embarrassed, as she tried to pull at the dress's hemline to cover herself up more. She couldn't imagine what they were going to put on Tristan.
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Post by Italian Panda on Feb 11, 2011 17:28:41 GMT -5
Tristan looked at Aikosa as she was being forced to sit and wait. As quick as they could, the employees grabbed Tristan's arms and dragged him off. He instinctively fought back, trying to get away from their grip as possible. "No, stop! Lemme go!" However, before he could fight back anymore, he saw Aikosa in her outfit once more. He gazed at how immodest the clothing was, what with the low cut, low skirt, lacy clothes that could do good to any gothic lolita of the sort. Tristan blushed immensely, his muscles relaxing as he kept looking at Aikosa. That costed him dearly as he was dragged away into the dressing room, forced to submit to the will of the doll dressing maniacs. "Wh-what are you going to dress me in?" He asked somewhat nervously. "Oh don't worry about that, its going to be fine!" She said, holding up a shirt with ruffles on it. "Ya. As they say, a girl like her must have someone like you~" Tristan could see the evil intent in the eyes of those girls glow with such strength. Tristan kept fighting back, causing a ruckus in the changing room. Meanwhile, a teenage boy was hitting on Aikosa. "....you look nice..." He leaned in close, trying to get a closer look. However, before he could do anymore, the two workers pulled Aikosa away. "Ma'am, I would like you to your butler of the night!" And the curtains opened to Tristan in his new clothing. The pants were covering what seemed to be dress shoes. However, they were really shoes with steel toes and studs on the side. On his upperbody was a shirt, ruffly and fancy, a cummerbund, and a caravat that ruffled in the air. The caravat went down from his chest to his torso, seemingly fitting in with the black lace tie around his neck. What topped it off was a dress coat fit for any butler, where the tails going down to his knees. The coat was trimmed with a gold colored substance and his sleeves were rolled up to reveal a marooned lining on the inside. "......How could you afford this?" Tristan blushed with his white gloved hands rubbing his hand. He had no clue how Aikosa would react to this, so this was kind of tough for him. OOC: I'm not very good at this kind of description, so here's a picture reference. Thank you Blazblue. Only difference is that there are ruffles on his shirt and it could look a little more eccentric and goth. Your call ? *no muse right now x.x* Note: Its a general reference. If you want to modify, go for it. images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100404175657/blazblue/images/3/3a/Valkenhayn_Hellsing2.jpg
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Post by nekayne on Feb 11, 2011 18:03:14 GMT -5
Aikosa Arcanias ♫ ♪ She's the song that you couldn't sing. ♫ ♪
Aikosa waited with forced patience at her seat. She pulled her arms closer to herself as the teenager made his presence known. "I...um..." Aikosa leaned away as he moved closer. When the women came back and pulled her out of her seat, it was probably the only time she would be grateful for them.
"Wait, what? Butler?" Aikosa stared for a moment before Tristan came out, wondering what cruel things they could have done to him. As the curtain opened, Aikosa took a deep breath as she expected the worst.
Aikosa fell silent as she saw the outfit Tristan had been put in. She had forgotten all about her own scantily clad form since her attention had been deterred elsewhere. She had never seen anyone that dressed up before. A smile formed on her face as her cheeks flushed, a bit of giddiness streaming through her. "You...look really handsome."
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Post by Italian Panda on Feb 11, 2011 19:53:04 GMT -5
Tristan blushed a bright pink, embarrassed at how he was dressed. He took another notice at Aikosa's outfit and looks even more and wondered how he and they matched up. "Th-Thanks.....you look rather beautiful yourself......and quite......" "Sexy?" Tristan jumped as one of the employees approached. "We hope you like our sexy and beautiful line. Hehehe." Tristan looked at the two employees, confused at how his butler suit was sexy and beautiful.
"How is my suit any sexy? I do say that it is good, but I see mostly handsome." The two employees giggled, prompting even more confusion from Tristan. "Well as you can see, the ma'ams kind of gothic lolita, giving off that European and dark beauty." "While at the same time give off that sexy look. Your suit is like you serve this young rich dark beauty. People were drawn to how beautiful Tristan and Aikosa looked, wondering how they got into those nice outfits in the first place. A crowd began to stir. "After all, this is not only a dark and eccentric clothing store, but also a cosplay store. We are quite well known. We got everything. Not only is your suit handsome and sexy as is......" The two girls grabbed each of Tristan's shirt and coat shoulders. After, they pulled it down, the buttons on the shirt made to easily remove themselves. The caravet seemed to naturally come off, along with the jacket. As it was pulled down, the two employees tucked the sleeves into his pants, and put him in a position where he could show off his in-shape body. "It can also create this new sexier look for your young lady master. We made this sexy that it works, even at night. Hehehe" Tristan looked down and blushed, causing people to gasp in delight. "Oh wow, you two look like you're ready to get it on!"
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Post by nekayne on Feb 11, 2011 20:27:38 GMT -5
Aikosa Arcanias ♫ ♪ She's the song that you couldn't sing. ♫ ♪
Aikosa smiled sweetly at Tristan, but it soon disappeared as the two women made themselves known again. She felt a nervous pang hit her stomach as soon as they mentioned the word 'sexy'. She really hoped that what she was wearing wasn't in the same line.
As a crowd began to draw in while the women were explaining the point of their creations, Aikosa stepped back from the flow of people. She started becoming even more nervous now that a small onslaught of people could bare witness to a more exposed side of her.
Aikosa turned to Tristan, a look in her eyes asking for an answer on why all these people were showing up. Her attention turned to the two women as they trailed off and grabbed onto his shoulders. As soon as they tore away the clothing, Aikosa let out a shocked gasp and took a couple steps back away from Tristan. A whole new wave of anxiety washed over her as she stared at Tristan, shirtless. Her face brightly flushed as her body grew warm from the sight of an attractive, sculpted form. From the gasps the crowd let out, she wasn't the only one enjoying it.
Aikosa's throat felt dry as she heard the commentary someone had shouted out. She may have been sheltered her whole life, but she knew what that meant - she had been married, after all. Her head shot around nervously as she looked for something that could help or do something, but to no avail.
Suddenly, an idea.
Aikosa moved close enough to Tristan so that she could reach and whisper into his ear, in turn causing the crowd to react by the closeness. "If we escape into the backroom, we can probably find another exit out of here. We can just...act like we're going to go do something, if you catch my drift."
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