07-25-2016, 04:50 AM
As the pintsized vampire plumbed through the many displays and shelves for a change of clothes, Remilia pondered on the new information that had been given to her by her redhead companion. It was obvious since the circus that the place was beyond the mere mundane insanity and seeped into the supernatural. But she didn’t have an idea of how steeped it was in the weird and wonderful until now. Was Omnilium the culprit for the state of this miserable island and the people that had been stranded on it? Gin had already been on about hearing thing when he had that ingot on him. She imagined their slow descent into dementia if they ended up trapped here like the others before them.
With such a future in front of them, Remilia resolved to escape. Even if she has to swim.
“Well isn’t this familiar” the vampire commented as she found herself yet again on her own exploring a tall and expansive building for something to cover her torn gown while Gin was left behind to fiddle with something. Much to her relief, though, nothing decided to respond back this time.
The music shop was not merely extensive, but thorough in its commitment to theme. Each floor did not just have merchandise and instruments for each genre, they had decorated each room appropriately to the era and each had a stage with dress mannequins “playing” the instruments. The classical section in particular brought some warmth to the little vampire as she thought about her first home, particularly the pipe organ that just begged to have a few bars played on. But none of the ballroom dresses were her size and she moved upstairs.
Eventually she found a t-shirt only one size bigger than her that wasn’t too unsightly (Eddie the Head, in particular, seemed to dominate the Rock section for a reason that the scarlet devil could not fathom), a black one with the Dark Side of The Moon design and a few paper clips kept her skirt up. Unfashionable to be sure, but it kept the draft out.
Once Remilia had her “masterpiece” finished, she heard the familiar boots of Gin stomp their way up the stairs. Loudly stomp, specifically. Any pretense of stealth had been apparently thrown away as the red hair fighter had taken some sort of purpose and threw everything behind it. The little vampire waited at the landing with her new shit and a few choice witty comments, but the man had passed by without a word, now with a flute bag tied to his waist, as he headed higher up. He really was serious. Not about to be left behind, she skittered close behind and wondered when he had suddenly taken his wheaties.
“So what is this plan?” Remilia finally asked after Gin kicked through a locked door at the last “customer” area which lead into a much more mundane area. Rows of offices and meeting rooms. Even a cubby with a coffee maker and water tank.
“There is still some power in his building. And there’s plenty of speaker. All we need to do is record a message with where to go and directions and play it on loop” Gin explained as he walked through one of the doors into a studio.
“Smart. Think anyone will believe us?” Remilia tried to find holes in the plan. Much as she’d rather not be here, she wouldn’t want Gin to fail when he needed it the most. This whole ordeal has made her appreciate that this odd human has stuck with her the whole time. Even when it would have been smarter to abandon her. And although she wouldn’t admit it if press, she did enjoy his company.
“Well, we believed the caller,” That was a long reach, but true nonetheless, “and besides, if we admit who we are, then they’ll probably remember us from the flight”
“Well, I kinda snuck in at the last second, so that would probably work better for you. How can I help?”
“We do need to move speakers where the sound can be heard” The redhead tried to sound more authoritative than he was so used to, he saw the sudden fluster in Remilia’s face and the growing anger that followed.
“You really expect me to do the heavy lifting!?” Remila started, but was stopped when Gin faced her down. She didn’t expect this.
“I’m asking for your help. Please, Remilia” His voice was firm, and yet there was a soft urgency that the vampire would not fight against. She folded her arms, let out a small sigh, and gave every little show resistance she could. But she knew she was doomed from the beginning. She didn’t need the power of fate to see that.
“Alright, Gin, I can do that” Remilia caved, and saw a tiny smile on Gin’s face “And wipe that grin of your face or I’ll slap you a second time”
With a little bit of elbow grease and a some electrical help, Remilia had everything in place and wired up. As she scrounged through the building for any speaker, big or small, she thought about just how empty the place was of people. Or rather their bodies. Sure, there was evidence OF violence. But no bodies. But that was a thought for later.
“Alright Gin. Go for it!” She shouted up to the room above, and the message started to play. She looked outside, and saw shapes begin to move. Was that survivors already? But what little light revealed the silhouettes in the streets, flesh and bones twisted grotesquely, she saw that “survivors” was a far too kind word for them.
“We have company!” the scarlet devil shouted as she ripped a spell card from her pocket.
With such a future in front of them, Remilia resolved to escape. Even if she has to swim.
“Well isn’t this familiar” the vampire commented as she found herself yet again on her own exploring a tall and expansive building for something to cover her torn gown while Gin was left behind to fiddle with something. Much to her relief, though, nothing decided to respond back this time.
The music shop was not merely extensive, but thorough in its commitment to theme. Each floor did not just have merchandise and instruments for each genre, they had decorated each room appropriately to the era and each had a stage with dress mannequins “playing” the instruments. The classical section in particular brought some warmth to the little vampire as she thought about her first home, particularly the pipe organ that just begged to have a few bars played on. But none of the ballroom dresses were her size and she moved upstairs.
Eventually she found a t-shirt only one size bigger than her that wasn’t too unsightly (Eddie the Head, in particular, seemed to dominate the Rock section for a reason that the scarlet devil could not fathom), a black one with the Dark Side of The Moon design and a few paper clips kept her skirt up. Unfashionable to be sure, but it kept the draft out.
Once Remilia had her “masterpiece” finished, she heard the familiar boots of Gin stomp their way up the stairs. Loudly stomp, specifically. Any pretense of stealth had been apparently thrown away as the red hair fighter had taken some sort of purpose and threw everything behind it. The little vampire waited at the landing with her new shit and a few choice witty comments, but the man had passed by without a word, now with a flute bag tied to his waist, as he headed higher up. He really was serious. Not about to be left behind, she skittered close behind and wondered when he had suddenly taken his wheaties.
“So what is this plan?” Remilia finally asked after Gin kicked through a locked door at the last “customer” area which lead into a much more mundane area. Rows of offices and meeting rooms. Even a cubby with a coffee maker and water tank.
“There is still some power in his building. And there’s plenty of speaker. All we need to do is record a message with where to go and directions and play it on loop” Gin explained as he walked through one of the doors into a studio.
“Smart. Think anyone will believe us?” Remilia tried to find holes in the plan. Much as she’d rather not be here, she wouldn’t want Gin to fail when he needed it the most. This whole ordeal has made her appreciate that this odd human has stuck with her the whole time. Even when it would have been smarter to abandon her. And although she wouldn’t admit it if press, she did enjoy his company.
“Well, we believed the caller,” That was a long reach, but true nonetheless, “and besides, if we admit who we are, then they’ll probably remember us from the flight”
“Well, I kinda snuck in at the last second, so that would probably work better for you. How can I help?”
“We do need to move speakers where the sound can be heard” The redhead tried to sound more authoritative than he was so used to, he saw the sudden fluster in Remilia’s face and the growing anger that followed.
“You really expect me to do the heavy lifting!?” Remila started, but was stopped when Gin faced her down. She didn’t expect this.
“I’m asking for your help. Please, Remilia” His voice was firm, and yet there was a soft urgency that the vampire would not fight against. She folded her arms, let out a small sigh, and gave every little show resistance she could. But she knew she was doomed from the beginning. She didn’t need the power of fate to see that.
“Alright, Gin, I can do that” Remilia caved, and saw a tiny smile on Gin’s face “And wipe that grin of your face or I’ll slap you a second time”
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With a little bit of elbow grease and a some electrical help, Remilia had everything in place and wired up. As she scrounged through the building for any speaker, big or small, she thought about just how empty the place was of people. Or rather their bodies. Sure, there was evidence OF violence. But no bodies. But that was a thought for later.
“Alright Gin. Go for it!” She shouted up to the room above, and the message started to play. She looked outside, and saw shapes begin to move. Was that survivors already? But what little light revealed the silhouettes in the streets, flesh and bones twisted grotesquely, she saw that “survivors” was a far too kind word for them.
“We have company!” the scarlet devil shouted as she ripped a spell card from her pocket.
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