06-09-2018, 07:53 PM
Shantotto’s eyes opened up. Blinking her eyes tightly she reopened them, adjusting to the cool air that filled her quarters. A small yawn and the mage was up. A hempen robe fell to the floor beside her matching her as she got up, sliding herself off the side of the bed. Looking at her own appearance on the mirror provided by Syntech, she saw dust, blood and pretty much everything else you would expect from mucking around in the filth of the streets of Nippur, she had not yet changed. For a gala of this nature she needed something that would draw the attention of everyone. She had not yet met her partner officially but that did not matter. She removed her robes and set them on the bed. She picked up the hempen robe left by her friend and folded it up carefully studying the design.
Standing in front of the mirror wearing nothing but her small clothes, both a dingy shade of tan. Not the kinds of clothes you would expect of a highborn lady such as herself. With a sigh she removed them and set them upon the bed as well with the same consideration one would give an insect in passing.
Her orb of omnillium was reached for as omniscient light filled the room as she began summoning a new set of black underwear to wear. New black robes became the second goal as the fine fabric slowly formed in her hand beside the omnillium.
It did not take long for the tarutaru to get dressed, her new robes were far more ornate than the robes she normally wore, more flesh was exposed, and there was a considerable amount of lace . Black and gold as usual but these robes seemed almost woven of pure silk and gold. In her hand was a small box she had taken time to carefully craft. And finally Shantotto had decided to incinerate the clothes she had left, leaving only seraph's robe. Separate from the pile of ash.
Serraph had left the room, she was unsure of how long ago it had been but regardless she was glad that he had done her the courtesy of leaving her room unlocked so she could get out. He seemed considerate and trustworthy enough. She still wondered about his paperlife flesh and pale white hair, never mind those colorshifting eyes.
The smell of booze filled her sensitive nose, along with the distantly familiar scent of the king and serraph, leading her to the simple conclusion of where she might find her comrades.
The dainty petite mage ran as quickly as she could towards the bar, a truly hilarious sight to those that watched, even with the mechanical hum of the cameras Shantotto did not waver. Making her way to the bar, and throwing the loose doors wide open like something out of an old western movie. The bar went silent, the new babylonians seemed to have gathered up together, Kanda, Victor, Gilgamesh, Serraph. There were some she did not recognise, like a very angsty looking teenager with black hair and strange clothes, and a somewhat dark skinned girl with rabbit ears…. Yes rabbit ears.
She walked up to the group and fell into the conversation.
Standing in front of the mirror wearing nothing but her small clothes, both a dingy shade of tan. Not the kinds of clothes you would expect of a highborn lady such as herself. With a sigh she removed them and set them upon the bed as well with the same consideration one would give an insect in passing.
Her orb of omnillium was reached for as omniscient light filled the room as she began summoning a new set of black underwear to wear. New black robes became the second goal as the fine fabric slowly formed in her hand beside the omnillium.
It did not take long for the tarutaru to get dressed, her new robes were far more ornate than the robes she normally wore, more flesh was exposed, and there was a considerable amount of lace . Black and gold as usual but these robes seemed almost woven of pure silk and gold. In her hand was a small box she had taken time to carefully craft. And finally Shantotto had decided to incinerate the clothes she had left, leaving only seraph's robe. Separate from the pile of ash.
Serraph had left the room, she was unsure of how long ago it had been but regardless she was glad that he had done her the courtesy of leaving her room unlocked so she could get out. He seemed considerate and trustworthy enough. She still wondered about his paperlife flesh and pale white hair, never mind those colorshifting eyes.
The smell of booze filled her sensitive nose, along with the distantly familiar scent of the king and serraph, leading her to the simple conclusion of where she might find her comrades.
The dainty petite mage ran as quickly as she could towards the bar, a truly hilarious sight to those that watched, even with the mechanical hum of the cameras Shantotto did not waver. Making her way to the bar, and throwing the loose doors wide open like something out of an old western movie. The bar went silent, the new babylonians seemed to have gathered up together, Kanda, Victor, Gilgamesh, Serraph. There were some she did not recognise, like a very angsty looking teenager with black hair and strange clothes, and a somewhat dark skinned girl with rabbit ears…. Yes rabbit ears.
She walked up to the group and fell into the conversation.