|
Post by Luka on Jul 13, 2008 14:11:06 GMT -5
A slip of a smile flitted over Basilisk's lips as he accepted his gift. "Thank you..." He let the flowers rest in the palms of his hands. "I'll take care of them."
Right about at that moment Eis finally found what she had been looking for and threw three plastic packages on the nearest table. "Clothes." she said, moving a pointed finger between the packages and a nearby door. "Wear them."
Inside would be a standard uniform. Not as ornate as Eis Hexe's but still enough detail to look impressive enough. Skirt, jacket, shirt, all slightly form-fitting and black. Like something that would be smiled upon in Roger Smith's house.
|
|
|
Post by Adrian on Jul 13, 2008 14:36:50 GMT -5
The girl's expression went from one of hope to joy as she smiled at him for liking the flowers. Even if it as just an act, to be considerate enough to pretend would be kind as well. At the sound of the packages hitting on the table, she turned inhumanly fast to look. Perhaps just enough to give off a further impression that something made her special.
"Oooh. . ."
Walking over to the table she quickly scooped up the three packages, using both arms to place them up under one of her arms. The Green-haired girl then stopped as she stood there, anticipation welling up in her slightly at the thought of something. But then she brushed that question aside for another one altogether.
"Is there anyone else here I can meet? Or are they all away on some kind of club duties?"
|
|
|
Post by Luka on Jul 13, 2008 15:03:38 GMT -5
Eis looked at Basilisk, waiting for him to answer. She hadn't been at headquarters for some time, leaving her out of the loop. But rather than answering Samantha, Basilisk reported directly to Eis.
"Pygmalion is...sleeping, I think. He locked himself in his room earlier. I have not seen the others for quite some time...the same with Mein Herr."
|
|
|
Post by Adrian on Jul 13, 2008 15:08:10 GMT -5
". . .Oh. I was kind of looking foreword to meeting him after how Helga described him. Ah well. I suppose I should put on this uniform. Unless I need to wait for your leader's approval?"
Samantha commented while fidgeting lightly where she stood. Perhaps until the others returned from where they were, Eis Hexe could teach her a few things. Just so that when a certain someone arrived she could do more than just pull flowers out of her sleeves inexplicably at a lone whim.
|
|
|
Post by Luka on Jul 13, 2008 16:54:00 GMT -5
"Looking forward...to meeting him?" His tone was more than a little unbelieving. He threw a look in Eis' direction that said, 'What the hell did you SAY?'
"No." Helga replied, "I told you...I'm a senior member. Don't worry. What you're doing is fine." With a light snap of her fingers the woman pointed in the direction of the other room once more. "You can use that room there."
|
|
|
Post by Adrian on Jul 13, 2008 17:13:05 GMT -5
"Alright!"
She said with a slightly chipper attitude before hurrying off to the designated room. After all when their leader came back she wanted to look as though she was trying to fit in with the rest of this club. Had she not beenborn today, the girl might have wondered why she had never heard of them before in her life.
This left Eis Hexe & Basilisk to converse in private.
Once behind closed doors and whatnot she eventually figured out how to slip off the clothes she had been born wearing. A white garment of purity that was devoted some unknown cause. Now she gradually donned her new clothing made up almost entirely of black. In fact it was entirely black from head to toe, whch made the outfit seem altogether somber and rather depressing in her own jade green eyes.
So what she did was utilize of what she knew about her own powers to make it a bit more unique. Atop each shoulder a row of three miniature white flowers sprouted and bloomed. It was followed by a similar action where cufflinks would normally be located. For the finally another flower was poking out of the lapel on her breast pocket. But if her compatriots did not like the changes, she would likely remove them off of the now not-so-standard uniform. A few more moments passed by until she rejoined them.
" . .Does it look okay?"
|
|
|
Post by Luka on Jul 13, 2008 19:07:37 GMT -5
Converse in private they did.
When the girl emerged to model her new clothing they both turned to look. Almost instantly an odd look passed over Basilisk's face before a laugh escaped him. At first it was just a quiet sound, like a cough, but soon it was a full-out laugh that had him holding a hand to his stomach. After he settled down he reached up and wiped away a tear, reaching out and waving the same hand.
"I--I'm sorry, it's just--" he was forced to stop as another wave hit him. "That's the first time I've seen something like that!" His somber-handsome features were stretched into a grin that displayed his fangs clearly. He gestured at the small flowers, "Nice touches...I never even would have thought of that." He looked over at his partner, "Eis, if you don't want to teach her, I will. At least it would be interesting."
It was then that the door behind them flew open, the entrance to the room itself. The person standing in the doorway stood there as if he had just run a marathon. His short hair was akimbo and his chest heaving as he caught his breath. "Wha-what's going on here!?" The short young man's slightly nasally voice was a mixture between angry and worried. "What happened!" he demanded.
|
|
|
Post by Adrian on Jul 13, 2008 20:04:44 GMT -5
While he was busy laughing with gut-wrenching capacity, the green-haired girl had slowly progressed into a worser state. Every passing moment she had looked just an inch closer to crying her eyes out. No one had ever laughed at her before in her life. She didn't really even undersand that different types of laughter existed. All she understood was that he had started to laugh at her. . .a LOT.
Just then a strange man burst into the room, causing Samantha to turn & face him at an inhumanly fast speed. The look on her face still looked to be just mere moments from tears. It was enough to cause sympathy in any normal human, & said what had happened almost instantly to her as light sniffles made her normally cheerful feminine features tremble. Someone needed to help her soon. . .or the social implications might be dire later on.
What would he do in reaction to the sight before him of a girl in a slightly flowery RKO uniform that looked ready to cry?
|
|
|
Post by Luka on Jul 13, 2008 20:57:49 GMT -5
Melchior stopped his tirade for only a brief second before continuing. "Who the hell is that!? I thought I told you guys to stop bringing people home! Look at her, she's crying too! Did you guys start without me or something? I hate this! Sieglinde and I always end up cleaning up because you NEVER TELL US ANYTHING!"
He stopped then for a moment, raising an arm to point at Samantha's outfit. "I want one later just like that too! It's really cute, who thought it up? Sieglinde would like that."
Daring to ignore his brother's words, Basilisk stepped forward slightly, raising a hand. "I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you! It was just unexpected, that's all. No one ever brings flowers here. It's been a long time since I've seen them."
|
|
|
Post by Adrian on Jul 13, 2008 21:15:59 GMT -5
Melchior didn't help any with his rant, causing small tears to start trickling from her eyes as a result of his temper. Though no one present might realize their significance until much later on down the road . Each one of them sparkled ever so slightly, five in all coming out until he said something spevific. He had complimented her outfit, even going so far as to say someone else would like to wear one just like it.
Then Basilisk stepped foreword, offering a better explanation of his actions to her. On top of the likely unintentional compliments from his brother, this made her tears stop. Very slowly a smile appeared on lips that still quivered slightly from hurt feelings. When she finally spoke it was unclear who she had addressed the question to, but whoever answered first likely held Samantha's very self-esteem in her hands. Right now, she was such a sensitive girl.
"Do you. . .you really mean that? You really like it?"
|
|
|
Post by Luka on Jul 13, 2008 21:31:08 GMT -5
"Yes, really!"
"Yes, really!"
Helga said nothing, she was busy near the table...sorting things. The ice witch's attention was drawn back to the current conversation as she glanced up at the girl. "Yes, it's very nice. Welcome to the club."
"There's a club?"
|
|
|
Post by Adrian on Jul 13, 2008 21:57:16 GMT -5
At Melchior's comment the girl looked over at Basilisk, with a look of 'Is he ok?' before looking back at the latest arrival. Her tears had been entirely swept away at this point which left her wearing a smile. Samantha walked right up to Pygmalion, not knowing anything about him other than what she had seen & nothing else. Not about psychosis or even that he loved a set of dolls more than any human being. Except a man with a feather boa & Basilisk.
"Your club silly! The Rosenkruetz Orden. My name is Samantha. Helga's taken me in and said I could join because I'm a special type of girl. If it would make you happy, I'll try making your friend's uniform like mine as best I can."
|
|
|
Post by Luka on Jul 14, 2008 3:43:36 GMT -5
"A sp-special type of g-girl? M-more special than ME? Helga!" He turned quickly to the Ice Witch, shaking his head. "Say it isn't so!"
"But you're not a girl, Melchior. Of course I still think you're special...If things work out, Samantha may become a permanent member..."
"And didn't you hear? She said she'd make clothes for Sieglinde. Since when has Sieglinde had new clothes? That's what I call a deal."
For some reason both of the Methuselah seemed intent on keeping Pygmalion calm. Compaired to the others, he hardly looked like a threat. He was silent for a time, not saying a word, almost looking like he was holding his breath.
"Fine. But only because...of Sieglinde."
|
|
|
Post by Adrian on Jul 14, 2008 3:55:01 GMT -5
Samantha seemed to faintly pick up on the need to keep Melchior calm, only fueling some inner desire to cause happiness. A strange feeling welled up within her at the chance to do something nice for a person she knew. Even if they were still mostly a stranger. This helped to explain her next actions as the Green-haired girl walked over to Melchior wearing a kind smile that showed she had no intention of replacing him.
"Sieglinde sounds very important to you, I'd love to meet her if you like. Then I can make her whatever clothes you two agree on together as soon as possible. Any type of flowers you want, honest. I could even give you flowers now, just so that you can bring them to her. Is that alright with you Melchior?"
More than anything she seemed intent on making a good first-impression.
|
|
|
Post by Luka on Jul 14, 2008 4:04:04 GMT -5
Something about all of this...helpfulness around the girl made Melchior suspicious. He only nodded even though his mind was already racing about what he just might end up asking her to make.
Well, she said it, not him.
Balthasaar looked away at that moment, coming to the same conclusion.
Boy was she in for a surprise.
|
|