![]() So tell the gun to sin Like an angel with the dirty wings Tainted by tastes of the soul This is another level Deep in ![]() | "Belle Femme! Merci d'être venu! Thank you so much for coming to help me again." The shrill and sheer excitement that his voice carried was strangely enough to settle as sense of distaste within the pit of her stomach. She had an inkling that perhaps the following few ours may prove to be disdainful for her but nonetheless, the mere excitement she felt as she awaited a peek at Fernando's collection was enough to drive her urge to help. It was possibly thanks to her friend, Alisa, that subconsciously, the Knight began appreciating beauty and fashion more than she did prior to their meeting. Clad in a more appropriate attire this time around, her torso was adorned in a button-down blue shirt that complemented the braided golden locks while a simple pair of dark jeans embraced her long, slender legs. The sound of the tapping of her heels against the polished marble grounds echoed through the peaceful boutique as Fernando stood there, appearing to be as fashionable as ever as he beamed a smile at the Knight. "Xandra, bien-aimé, I need you to do something for me." Indeed she had expected this, but what came soon after was far from the tasks that she had anticipated. Her facial features remained unchanged as the man shifted his attention from the fabrics she had bought for him the day prior, towards her, placing his hands on her shoulders. Before the words even left his parted lips, she could sense the excitement radiating from him as he proceeded to enlighten her on information about this so called golden scissors that he desperately needed to get his hands on. For some reason unknown to her, he had managed to assume that the blonde would be the perfect candidate to go and persuade the merchant said to arrive in town that very day, into handing her the magical object. Visibly raising her brows, as if to question his state of mind, he brushed her reaction off, "I know you can do it. For that, you will have to look the part." That was all he said before pushing the female into a room from where she emerged, wearing one of his designed dresses that allowed the black and white cloth to hug her body as the skirt slit over her thigh, visibly displaying the insignia of her alignment to the Knights. "Fantastique." The word left lip mouth before he handed her the same wallet, seemingly filled with jewels as he shooed her away to go perform her task. Standing there momentarily, she let out a sigh before making her way down the street, underneath the basking gaze of the sun while the winds danced around in circles. By now, she was well aware of the ways and routes to the market. Using the shortest one that she had come across previously, she arrived at her destination in mere minutes but was rather, taken by surprise as lilac eyes landed upon the merchant who perfectly matched the appearance dictated to her by Fernando. More appropriately, it wasn't the merchant who left her surprised; instead, it was the hoard of people that surrounded him, yelling and throwing their money to purchase the same object she came to collect. She couldn't help but heave a sigh. |
Golden Scissors [Quest | Xandra]
Mon Nov 13, 2017 9:48 am
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Mon Nov 13, 2017 9:50 am
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![]() So tell the gun to sin Like an angel with the dirty wings Tainted by tastes of the soul This is another level Deep in ![]() | Her steps hastened as she steered through the crowd, the heels of her shoes clashing against the concrete ground as the elegant tapping was submerged within the distinct and loud commotion caused by bidders and buyers within the vicinity. From what she had seen so far, Fernando appeared to have provided her with more money to bid onto the magical object that most people had. Sighing once again, she moved back in an attempt to avoid unnecessary physical contact with sweaty bodies that could, in a way, ruin the dress that she was very sure had to be returned back to the designer. However, her dilemma for the moment was the way in which she was to attract the attention of the merchant so that she would be the one purchasing the object. Although she wasn't very fond of having conversations, when it came to work, she earnestly did her job, even if it required a decent amount of frustration. Moreover, over the past few weeks, she found herself being able to talk more freely than she could in the past. She did have an inkling as to why, but was never one hundred percent sure of the reason. Without any hesitation and a driven urge to get this job done as soon as possible, she strode among the crowd. Unknown to her was the fact that her outfit enhanced the formal and professional look that now accompanied her confidence. It was perhaps that very reason that made Fernando doll her up within that dress as eyes turned and subconsciously, people made way for her. Another possible reason was also the evident insignia of her Knighthood that made people give way as she now stood before the merchant himself. Raising her hand for a shake, she decided to take a more professional tone in this situation, "Good morning. My name is Xandra Queen. I assume that you are the merchant selling the Golden Scissors. Am I right?" Upon his nod, she shook his hand that met her own before letting it fall back to the side, "I am here on behalf of Fernando Milano, the fashion designer." The merchant's expression morphed into one of surprise as he seemed to have recognized the name. This made things easy for her. His eyes traveled down to her thigh as they widened slightly upon realization at the fact that she was a mage. Perhaps he thought that Fernando was a powerful man for being able to make a Knight run errands for him, or at least, that's what she assumed. Alas, it didn't prove to be difficult to persuade him as taking into consideration all the factors, he handed the scissors over to the blonde, earning a groan from the surrounding women and men who were here for the same purpose as she was. Whether it was the designer's fame, her confidence or her alignment that allowed her to be in possession of the object, she knew not but she was content for she had done her job. Returning back to the designer's boutique, she handed him his asset and claimed her reward, and as a bonus, was allowed to keep the dress. The day hadn't been as bad as she had expected and she would rather have it that way. |
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