thefoundation | WEEK 3

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round 3

WEEK 3 - NIGHTSHADE

Finally, the whole truth of this affair had come out.

The Witch they had known as Yuuko was actually Nirrti, the Witch of Misfortune.
And Watanuki was actually the real Witch of Dimensions, as the two of them fought over the power that title brought, as well as the name and identity of a long dead woman...🗈

Though things had finally changed, perhaps it wouldn't be for the better. Nirrti herself seemed much different than how she was before, and Watanuki was the one who had brought all of them here...with that in mind, it was hard to tell how their future would shake out...

However, it wasn't all bad. A few more places were open to them, the second floor becoming a much more inviting place to be, and there was still everything they had gotten used to before. And now, they all knew that Nirrti's promises were nothing but empty air...

...or, perhaps, now they would merely change.

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[He was drawn by the smell of the catwalk.]

I've heard that people will die and mutilate themselves and do all kinds of crazy things for fashion.

What's so different about this?

Yeah, I think I knew one. [ He wouldn't have put it past Shimizu in any case, because she was crazy. ]

Functionality. If you're going to do wear a complicated outfit you still need to be able to walk in it down the runway. If you're going to fight in a complicated outfit, ripping it kind of ruins it.

Only the one? I'm surprised.

[He's totally surprised, though the look he gives him is just mischief.]

Hmmm, that just means you're not making your outfits properly. Fabric in the human world is all kind of flimsy, anyway. They can't stand up to Infernals or Celestials in the first place.

What about you?

[ Only one because the rest of Sotoba wouldn't know fashion if it hit them on the head! But rather than get distracted by his infinite hatred of his adopted hometown- ]

Is that why your clothes are so durable? [ Just a bit mischievously back. ]

Hm?

[He doesn't mind not getting more hometownitis across the place, there's a time and place for that and it is not, apparently, when people are crossdressing left and right. He plucks thoughtfully at his outfit, which is distinctly not something he would have worn at home -- it actually looks kind of like a school uniform, with an interestingly patterned tie and everything.

Why that was in his closet no one knows. But he definitely looks funny in it.]

Of course they have to be durable. There's our abilities, and then our job, and then it's just good sense to have clothes that can stand up to anything!

[He just gestures at whatever Natsuno is wearing, though the gesture probably also encompasses all the other stuff he's been wearing, because yes.]

Are you going to join the contest again?

Good tailors are hard to come by, at least for humans.

[ The material is important too, but in fashion your tailor really is your best friend or something like that. At the question he pauses. Again? Oh. ] Pass. I doubt there's anything I'd like in that trunk. I'll just wait until someone gets murdered again.

[ ...that is way too flippant, but thus is his mood this week. As for what he's wearing now, it's pretty simple as far as Natsuno goes: a striped top with black pants and pink boots. ]

Why, were you thinking about it?

I think that's actually true of anyplace, too, even here.

[Apparently Infernals have tailors, though I refuse to believe they have good tailors when all their clothing looks like someone slapped it on a block of wood and called it a day?? All the same, considering some of the things coming out of that trunk and some of the things in their closets you really have to wonder who's doing the ordering.

Maybe they can get the goats to munch on clothes they don't want--]

Are you waiting for somebody to get murdered so you can steal their style? [flippant is a mood, they are the worst, but he does glance curiously at the trunk itself] And I thought it looked fun. I could always use more practice with disguises!

Nah, I think the only candidate there would be Takamaki. [ But he is totally not killing Ann for her fashion, probably. ] I meant in the dream world, or whatever it is we're pulled into for trials. My outfits there are better than here.

[ And by that he means his trial outfits are 100x more outrageous. Looking over to the trunk now though. ]

Go for it.

Oh, not Holmes or Emi? Actually, I think if Watanuki ever tried he could be pretty fashionable, too. [all these glamorous crossdressers! except for Emi but she could probably rock it, they're still obliquely talking about murder but he is absolutely messing around anyway] But oh, right! You are a little flashier in the other world.

[Just a little bit because relatively speaking, everyone else is a whole lot flashier than usual. Natsuno is just that Extra??]

Hmm-hmmm... I wonder if I could just...

[He's going to start rifling around.]

Not my taste. [ Holmes is probably closer to it, but he prefers more grunge in his aesthetic. Guess he's hanging out here for a while too, so taking a seat as Anon rummages through the trunk. ]

Thanks, even if I'm not a gigantic fuzzball. [ Jokingly here. ] Sounds like you have an idea.

I can't help it if my trial form is flashy. I still don't even know why it's flashy! But come to think of it, your style is a little different from all of them.

[It's an absent musing as he starts assembling an outfit -- something that's an approximation of Holmes' trial outfit, though without the copious magnifying glasses and more on the sleek overcoat and vest side of things. It looks a little bizarre on him, when he's always appeared at least a little slovenly.

He slips into it easily enough, though, and does something that slicks his bangs back enough for the hat to at least stay. His abundant hair gets pulled back into a ponytail and he -- grins and tilts the hat a little rakishly, leaving the coat just a little askew.

So now he's nominally Holmes, but a little off-kilter. The mannerisms with the pipe and way of walking turn out to be surprisingly close, even if the brilliant pink hair ruins it.]

"I'll admit I wasn't expecting his outfit to be quite this comfortable. It is something I could get used to wearing."

[ Whatever he expected it wasn't quite this. Staring, blinking, it takes him a few seconds to recover and then- ]

Not bad. [ Which is to say it's good. What are simple compliments and what is everything right now. Blink, blink, he'll have something more to say eventually. ]

[Congratulations, you've encountered a cosplayer in its natural habitat.

He breaks character to let out a peal of laughter at Natsuno's expression. Really, it's been a while since he's last gotten that reaction; time on the island is strangely blurry, everything new and surreal and easy to lose track of.]

It really has been a little while. I'm usually pretty good at the surface stuff like this, but it's a little harder from scratch.

[The real tragedy here is that he's gone almost three weeks without really doing this (in public).]

[ Scowling, though not too hard. ]

Because of the... eating thing? [ It occurs to him now that he has no idea what he's signed up for when he agreed to see a demonstration of Anon's powers, but it's too late now. ]

[He doffs the hat when he nods, still a little cheeky but mostly himself now; also, it saves the hat from its precarious position on his head if he moves in unexpected ways.]

Yep, though if you keep calling it eating people are going to misunderstand more than they already do.

[He doesn't seem to find that a huge problem, though, because he doesn't bother offering an alternative here. Natsuno will just have to use his imagination, apparently.]

I actually have a lot more clothes like this in my closet, so I've been practicing a little on my own. It's something you really don't want to get rusty with.

[ Maybe next time. ]

What about someone like the robot? [ There are several, and he probably means Wheatley, but he also has not bothered to learn his name. That would be effort. Shifting into a cross legged sitting position he taps a finger against his cheek. ]

Hmm, if you're talking about the one that looks the most like a robot...

[Because he only knows about Gebura and Wheatley, and Gebura looks like a person most of the time.

Not that he minds trying to be Gebura, because he likes her just fine, but being Wheatley is probably funnier. It definitely takes longer this time, and a lot more rummaging, but Anon is going to come back with... what looks like a motorcycle helmet and a full set of -- that's probably a metallic-colored jumpsuit?? Astronaut pajamas??

It looks completely ridiculous compared to the last getup but he seems to be enjoying it, judging by body language because his head is in a motorcycle helmet. There's a lot of flaily arms involved.]

"Whaaat's going on?! I can't see anything in here! Who are you?! Who are you?! I can't tell who I'm talking to!"

[I'm sorry Wheatley.]

[ So he was half joking half serious before, but clearly he could have not have offered a better suggestion. Laughing here, it takes him a second to recover. With a seriousness totally befitting the situation he lowers his voice and smooths out his enunciation to create the perfect campy horror tone. ]

What goes bump in the night.

[Wheatnon just sort of freezes when Natsuno delivers his line--

And then tries to dive behind the costume trunk with an affected sort of screech that ends in him bumping the motorcycle helmet up against the trunk lid and knocking himself half over. He's mostly fallen over anyway because you can hear muffled laughter coming from over there.]

Ahh, what was that for? That was an ambush! I'm still not that good at improvising, you know.

[He's just going to be on the ground until he recovers.]

[ Heh, that was satisfying in a way he hadn't expected. A smirk on his face he hops up from the chair and walks over to the pile of props and laughter that is Wheatnon. Crouching down, he knows what he has to do. Poke, poke, poke. Finally the time has come for him to get his revenge. ]

Couldn't help it, runs in my blood. [ Someone stop him from punning please. ]

[Ah, vengeance is a dish best served cold and with a side of cold robotic not-metal cosplay, apparently. Anon twitches a little at the poking, mostly in surprise because with all of his props right now he can't see shit. Actually, this is kind of familiar, limited vision and Natsuno being silly somewhere in the vicinity.

He finally manages to get the helmet off eventually, shaking out his hair.]

Well, that's true, you are kind of one of things running around at night.

[The two people who have now thrown the worst puns at him are: 1. Shadow and 2. Natsuno so the literary edge club continues. Once he's a little disentangled from the pile on the floor he's totally going to start poking back. This is stupid.]

Exactly. [ That's all the excuse he needs as far as he's concerned, but he's not thinking too hard. Actually he's really not thinking at all. ]

Ha, I can't lose any feathers if I'm not wearing any. [ The poking continues, just a bit more rapid for emphasis. This is really stupid, but this is where they are now. ]

Of course you're not wearing any feathers.

[He's being silly because they both know exactly why Natsuno's not wearing any feathers.

But also he's absolutely going to start prodding him back, scooting away a little in defense -- that and he's going to reach over to the costume trunk behind him with an arm and start rummaging. Rummage, rummage...]

... Ah. But we could change that!

[He drops a whole-ass feather boa on Natsuno's head.]

[ .....looking up at the boa and then laughing. He pauses in his poking to rearrange it properly around his neck. ]

I should have thought of this before, it's the perfect Shiki deterrent. [ That's a joke, but he actually looks somewhat satisfied with this stupid boa. His fashion sense. ]

[He looks very satisfied with himself when Natsuno just accepts it.]

Eh? I totally thought most of the Shiki probably had a fashion sense like yours. It's very--

[He pauses and then deepens his voice to make it all dramatic, even as he reaches out to tug playfully at the boa.]

Walkers of the night, beware, or something like that.

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