Dress Nice Play Nice [Alisa]

**Raymus Kouris** · Wed Apr 08, 2020 9:54 am

Guild :

Guildless

Jewels :

5,160,000

Rank :

S-Rank

Race :

Werewolf

Experience :

513,350

Reputation :

3,400

Class :

Berserker

Aura :

Sun

Strength :

103

Speed :

75

Constitution :

63

Endurance :

63

Intelligence :

134

Mana :

2,850

It was a pretty standard day in the port town of Hargeon with little to be done now that their resident guild had started to clean the place up again and take on some odd jobs for it's people. Because of the relative quietness of the town, Ray had no plans and was pretty happy to just lay down. Now where would be best, the bed or the beach?

Before he could come up with a conclusion, a note was slipped under his door although the werewolf was in no real rush to read it. Ten more minutes... he moaned to himself hugging his pillow and falling straight back to sleep. 10 minutes quickly passed by as did several others until it was an hour later when the young man awoke and got the letter. Turning it over a few times in his hand to find an address, he quickly realized that it was far from a formal letter since it wasn't even sealed properly. Rubbing his tired ruby red eyes he yawned again, his mouth opening wide while he unfolded the letter. It took Ray a few minutes to actually realize what the letter was saying since it wasn't written in his native language but the moment the penny dropped he bolted out the door.

If only for a second as a loud scream from another guild mate made the animal realize he hadn't dressed himself at all and under than the letter in his hand there was totally bare. Quick as a flash he ran into his room and put on a pair of shorts before spiriting through the guildhall to the guild master's quarters. "Ah, Ali, sorry for keeping you waiting." he said panting slightly with his tongue hanging out. "So uh, what did ya want to see me about?" he asked, feeling slightly ashamed that he couldn't figure out what all of the letter meant. As he asked the question his eyes quickly scanned around the room and noticed a number of different bags, all of which were far too large to be something would sling around their shoulder. They looked big enough to put a single person into! Totally at a loss as to what he was summoned for, Ray just waited in Alisa's doorway, in his shorts, still panting from trying to get to her so quick and with a faint blush for making that one girl scream.

**Alisa** · Sat Apr 11, 2020 2:25 pm

Epithet :

White Empress

Guild :

Blue Pegasus

Jewels :

14,302,125

Rank :

Z-Rank

Race :

Demi-God (Champion)

Experience :

2,043,525

Reputation :

39,050

Class :

Hunter

Aura :

Lover's Aura

Magic :

Demon Slayer Magic: Crystal (Earth)

Strength :

531

Speed :

1,002

Constitution :

343

Endurance :

494

Intelligence :

1001

Mana :

12,675

Weapon Mastery :

Novice - Sword

Weapon :

V. Winchester's Machete

Off-Hand :

Yamato

Head :

Ayame's Hidden Visor

Body :

Coat of the Winchesters

Cape :

Dhivir's Thunderous Stride

Ring :

Tal-Rasha's Matrimonial Ring

Modification :

Companion :

Liv

Pouch :

Tal-Rasha's Skeleton Key, Tal-Rasha's Servant Key,
Tal-Rasha's Memory Key, Tal-Rasha's Inversion Key

WORDS: 490 | TAG: @Ray | SWEATER

The winter came and went, and spring had finally arrive in all its vibrant glory for everyone to admire. Alisa most certainly did as she looked out the edge of her balcony, leaning over, slightly, arms resting over the railing as she watched the citizens going about their daily lives...

This feeling as she looked at the people, now made their people by grace of the Royal authority's withdrawal, how the circumstances had effectively turned the ageless guild of Blue Pegasus into the lords and ladies of Hargeon, and as their master, she now took charge of the city as its ruler. Alisa for one - who had always seen nobility and a proper ruling class as a necessary evil - now found herself in their shoes, and had only just tried them on a month ago. It would take her some time to mold them to her shape, but she already understood the importance of reputation and political capital to expand one's influence. In politics, things are what they seem, and Blue Pegasus for had always excelled at using their own appearance to inspire not only others but themselves as well. It goes without saying that she'd make sure all of her new members kept this notion close to their hearts at all times. Having sent a letter to Ray exactly for this reason, she awaited for him to join her in her room as she cooly awaited in her balcony, forming a pure white crystalline lump on her palm, sculpting it to pass the time. To his credit though, Ray didn't let her get too far ahead on her sculpture, despite the early hours of the morning:

"Ah, good morning Ray~... Good to see you at long last.", turning her head up from her sculpture, Alisa ran her hand down denim clad legs in a cool, graceful motion, as if adjusting the fabric, calmly brushing her hair behind her ear as she walked up to the door and invited him into her spacious bedroom, motioning into her room and the myriad shopping run, "I was hoping you could help me out with my shopping. Rest assured, I won't take too much of your time~"

As she looked into the young fighter's eyes, Alisa rose her brow, partly wondering if he'd humour this whimsical little request of his guildmaster, or even what he'd make of it... Most men might assume she'd want help carrying the bags somewhere else that not, well, casually lying in the floor of her room. There were quite a few bags there after all, though in all fairness, Alisa didn't really need that: Between her strength and her magic, she could surely find some creative way of solving that age old problem. And that in turn begged the question: Just what manner of shopping would someone like Alisa need help for, and why ask one of her newest guildmembers for it? Little did he know that she wasn't really talking about shopping for herself, or even requesting help to store everything in her closet, but rather, clothes she'd shopped for him... And playful as ever, Alisa had to wonder how long it might take him to figure that out~

Strength is also Beauty

"Shall we dance?"

- Alisa Vollan

credit to nat of adoxography.

**Raymus Kouris** · Wed May 13, 2020 6:27 pm

Guild :

Guildless

Jewels :

5,160,000

Rank :

S-Rank

Race :

Werewolf

Experience :

513,350

Reputation :

3,400

Class :

Berserker

Aura :

Sun

Strength :

103

Speed :

75

Constitution :

63

Endurance :

63

Intelligence :

134

Mana :

2,850

Being this late would leave most people annoyed, however the Blue Pegasus Guild master seemed as breezy as ever. Cool as a cucumber and not at all bothered at her subordinate's tardiness. Letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding, he listened to her request. The contents of which made Raymus crock his head to the side slightly in confusion. His ruby red eyes trailed over to the plethora of shopping bags she had neatly bunched together in her room, all brimming with fabrics and patterns all of which seemed exotic to the young mage. There was a glint of curiosity in his eye, wondering what anyone would do with such a wide array of clothes and accessories.

Although truth be told the thing the werewolf was most curious about was what exactly the sculptress wanted him to do. Did she want him to sort out all the clothes? Put them away in the many wardrobes and drawers? This kind of busy work seemed somewhat trivial and not something someone would formally request in a letter. There was of course the more fashionable aspect clothing that Raymus had no clue about but surely Alisa knew this and wouldn't ask for his advice? After all, since he arrived in only his shorts it would more than likely deter her from asking for his opinions. The werewolf was totally befuddled wondering what exactly the White Empress had in store for him with her shopping and in all honesty he was sort of nervous.

"No problem. he said walking up to some of the bags slowly as if he was being cautious of the foreign fabrics. "You just want me to put them away, right?" Asked the werewolf, looking back up to his guild master, the gears and cogs in his head turning wildly still trying to figure out the answer. He had an unnerving feeling like this wasn't the answer though.

**Alisa** · Sun May 24, 2020 12:43 pm

Epithet :

White Empress

Guild :

Blue Pegasus

Jewels :

14,302,125

Rank :

Z-Rank

Race :

Demi-God (Champion)

Experience :

2,043,525

Reputation :

39,050

Class :

Hunter

Aura :

Lover's Aura

Magic :

Demon Slayer Magic: Crystal (Earth)

Strength :

531

Speed :

1,002

Constitution :

343

Endurance :

494

Intelligence :

1001

Mana :

12,675

Weapon Mastery :

Novice - Sword

Weapon :

V. Winchester's Machete

Off-Hand :

Yamato

Head :

Ayame's Hidden Visor

Body :

Coat of the Winchesters

Cape :

Dhivir's Thunderous Stride

Ring :

Tal-Rasha's Matrimonial Ring

Modification :

Companion :

Liv

Pouch :

Tal-Rasha's Skeleton Key, Tal-Rasha's Servant Key,
Tal-Rasha's Memory Key, Tal-Rasha's Inversion Key

WORDS: 290 | TAG: @Ray | SWEATER

Indeed, Alisa was a patient woman, if she were to get annoyed by one of her guild members being late to a social call, well, she wouldn't really be a very agreeable Master in the first place now, would she? All the more so in this particular case where all she needed was an excuse to get him to try on some outfits in result:

"Pretty much... And if you'd be so kind, would you mind trying that one one out for me~?", she'd ask, the moment he picked up on particular bag that had nothing really feminine about it. Maybe he'd recognize the name of a known Fiorian brand of men's suits, but even if he didn't, he might easily realize Alisa hadn't really bought that one to wear it herself.

At this point, he might possibly begin to grasp just why exactly had Alisa asked for him specifically, and so formally at that. Ray wasn't even the first wild man she'd tried showing the merits of dressing sharp, and she always found such roundabout ways of going about... Really, he needed only to conquer the challenges of moving around in a comparatively restrictive attire, after which vanity should hopefully do the rest... But before she actually had him walk around with her in it, she'd simply wait until he slipped on the suit and got comfortable in it:

"I'll give you some time to get changed... Once you're done, let me know~ Who knows, with a little luck... It might just be a perfect fit~", chuckled the sculptress, raising a hand over her mouth and chuckling, barely even leaving Ray any room to object before she retreated out of her own room, not the slightest bit worried with letting one of her guildmates get changed in it.

[EXIT]

Strength is also Beauty

"Shall we dance?"

- Alisa Vollan

credit to nat of adoxography.

**Raymus Kouris** · Mon May 25, 2020 1:15 am

Guild :

Guildless

Jewels :

5,160,000

Rank :

S-Rank

Race :

Werewolf

Experience :

513,350

Reputation :

3,400

Class :

Berserker

Aura :

Sun

Strength :

103

Speed :

75

Constitution :

63

Endurance :

63

Intelligence :

134

Mana :

2,850

"Yeah no problem." said the werefolf as he snatched the bag into his hands before he fully computed the question. "Hang on. Me? Try on your...?" Spinning around on on foot back to Alisa once he took the time to think of what she was actually asking him. As for brands or how masculine something was supposed to be, well let's say Raymus wasn't too well versed. In fact this whole shopping fiasco served only to prove how inept he was with fiorian culture as a whole. Maybe this was his guildmaster's way of teaching him? But it still didn't make sense to the new recruit as to why he wanted her to try on her clothes! Although peering into the bag he seemed tk answer his own question.

Shifting his ruby red stare back to his guildmaster, he begrbegrudgingly walked into the changing room, making sure to give the sculptress a very stern look, saying how frsutrated and annoyed the young man was over this whole scenario much better than any words could. Even with the good sentiment, Raymus couldn't help but be annoyed. He hated wearing these stupid clothes! They were way too restricting and you could barely fight in them! If it wasn't evident from his own lack of clothing, Ray would rather be starkers than wear something than the monstrosity he was trying to unravel. Which bit even went where! And why was there a weird looking silk robe in it!

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Dress Nice Play Nice [Alisa]

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