The Dress That Seals My Fate

[Reno]

((is this open?))
Ferdinand walked into the shop, after stealing the purse from the man who had roughly shouldered his way past him. Unnoticeably slipping the purse into his pouch, he looked around. There were a bunch of people in the place, and with all the cloth, he figured that it was a tailor's shop. Sighing, he scratched his head. "I coulda swore that this was the forge... oh well, I need some new clothes anyways." he looked down at himself. The Leather jerkin he was wearing had many rips and holes in it, the white shirt he had underneath it was in tatters, with many where his chest was showing. His pants were worn, the patches on his knees beginning to show through. Walking up to the counter, he pulled out some gold, placed it on the counter and smiled. “Hiya! Can I have some new clothes made? I wont be long.” He trailed off as he looked around. Seeing the lady in white, the one with a trace of blood on her neck, he became curious and walked over. “pardon me m’ lady, but Any reasons for the trace of blood on your neck?”

[Mira Nightingale]

((Yes it is. Sorry it’s taken me forever to reply!))

“Whatever.” Mira finished, not caring about finishing her conversation with Susan any longer. Rolling her eyes at Susan’s back as the annoying watchwoman left the store, she had no idea that it would be the last time she ever saw her, or several others that she knew. For it was that very afternoon that the witch trials were going to start because of a Queen gone mad.

Lord Alexander, with an ignorant huff, stalked out of the store, jostling a young man with red hair on his way. Eyeing the quick, skillful hand that was slipped in and out of the fine tailored pocket, Mira couldn’t help but let a small smirk cross her face. It seemed that Lord Alexander had gotten robbed yet again.

Her interest piqued, Mira’s eyes followed the stranger as he ordered some new clothes, and then looked… at her. His eyes traveled to her neck, and suddenly Mira realized that she hadn’t wiped off the evidence of Shadow’s assault. Blushing furiously as he walked over, she muttered something to her mother, who rushed off to find a cloth to clean her wound with.

“It’s not much really.” Mira answered the stranger’s question, still feeling very self conscious. “I had an, um, accident of sorts, I guess you could say.”

[Reno]

Reno bent forward. "that was done by a knife. Not just any knife though..." He pondered something, then looking out of the store, Reno laughed. The man whose purse he had stolen was running around, yelling and making a fuss. Turning back to mira, he smiled. "Im assuming you know that man, espicially from the way you smired when I... releved him of quite a burden. I would think he would be happier, not having to carry such a weight..." He sighed. "No pleasing some people." He was bustled out of the way by the woman who had rushed off for a cloth. "good luck getting that off. it isnt an ordinary wound, probably wont close unless He tends it." Reno, smiled. "and I know you know who im talking about." He ruffled his orange hair a bit and noticed that the young lady had a black slip of paper in her belt. "Any particular reasons for the paper ma'am?" His curiosity got the better of him, but still, a black piece of paper sticking out from a white dress is quite obvious.

[Mira Nightingale]

Mira listened to the stranger speak, noticing that he was very observant. He had even seen Shadow’s note, which she had attempted to hide in the folds of the giant white skirts she was being fitted in. There was no hiding anything from some people, and this stranger seemed like one of those kinds of people nothing got past.

Distracted for a moment as Lord Alexander realized, yet again, that he had been robbed and started appropriately shouting and calling the guard, Mira bit down on her lip to keep from laughing. The whole situation was just so funny! “Yes, in fact I do know him.” Mira replied, watching the enraged man run around outside. “He’s a good friend of my parents, and lives relatively close to us. I don’t think you robbing him really affects much, he’s still rich enough without those several hundred gold pieces.”

“Not an ordinary wound?” Mira replied after a momentary pause in which she raised a hand to her slowly healing neck. “He’d never hurt me, he’s proven that already. I just don’t understand why he almost did this time.” As the stranger gestured toward her paper she eyed him once again, silently cursing his keen eye. “It’s a note from a friend. Nothing that concerns you, stranger.”

[Reno]

Reno laughed. "Yes, he would never hurt you, But wounds that are inflicted by that knife, however painless they might be, don't go away until Shadow himself tends to them." Reno laughed. "yes, i know shadow. he trained me in the art of thievery." He nodded. "And, yes, I agree, those notes are only sent because they are private and the like." his gaze flowed to the man outside, who was still running around, shouting with a now hoarse voice. "I really think he should just let it go. It's the second time that the purse has been taken from him. I'm guessing, if the gold I took from him isn't that much, then he must be quite wealthy. Looks like that guy had an encounter with Chao..." Reno laughed and turned back to Mira "By the way, my name is Reno."

[Mira Nightingale]

Mira just stared at the stranger, slowly taking in his words. “It’ll never go away?” she repeated, a look of horror manifesting itself onto her face. “I need to find Shadow then. I can’t walk around with a bleeding cut that won’t stop!” Without even noticing, she raised a hand to her but and pulled it away, her fingers glistening with a few drops of blood from the cut that refused to heal.

Glancing back out the window, Mira forced a smile to her face, even though the prospect of a never-healing wound was still fresh in her mind. “Yes, you’re right about him being wealthy.” Mira replied, taking her gaze away from the ridiculous Lord who had just found some soldiers and was talking quickly to them, using too many hand motions to accent his point. “And yes, between you and Shadow, no one is safe from being robbed.” As she spoke those words she couldn’t help but to remember about how she had met Shadow. He had been trying to rob her. Strangely, though, she didn’t hold any animosity toward him at all.

“And I’m Mira.” she replied, nodding her head slightly to show that she acknowledged his presence. “Who is Chao?”

[Reno]

Reno smiled mischeviously. "Chao is Shadow's dragon dog. that's why your friend has the appearance of skirting too close to a fire." He smiled as she introduced herself. "i like that name... mira..." He shook his head, laughing softly. as she touched the knife wound, saying that the blood would never stop, a look of concern. "dont worry, it will stop bleeding, but you will have a black scar there, sticking out like a sore thumb, untill he gets rid of it. oh, and by the way, Id read that note of his. might be important... but on second thought... might not... oh well... nevermind then." one of the tailors tapped him on the shoulder and handed him his new clothes. he immeadiately changed his shirt, folding the old one up like a certain tall man had only a short while before. He looked down at his crisp new shirt. "I wonder how long this one will last for..."

[Mira Nightingale]

“A black scar,” Mira repeated with a small shake of her head. “Just what I’ve always wanted.” With a small sigh she ran her fingers absently through her hair just as one of the seamstresses returned with Reno’s clothes, and then proceeded to work on her dress again, conveniently ignoring the scar that was just starting to clot and stop bleeding freely. “How long do your shirts usually last you?” she asked Reno after a moment. “I thought that clothes last until they’re too small… mine rarely get tattered or worn.”

Footsteps approached quickly again, and the Lady Elizabeth returned with a damp cloth for her daughter. Before her mother was back in earshot Mira quickly replied to Reno, “I’ll read it later. If I read it now, my mother will notice and take it away. I’d prefer to have her not ask questions.” Just as she finished speaking, her mother was in earshot, and stopped in front of her, her billowing hoop skirts taking up a lot of room as she started to gently dab at the clotting wound on Mira’s neck.

[Reno]

Reno laughed. "dont press to hard. it will start bleeding again." He had moved slightly to the side, not wanting to get into the woman's way. "Not only that, but if you use any kinds of healing herbs, there will be some intense pain... I dont reccomend it. Reno absentmindedly rubbed his left arm, where he had once garnered a wound not so different from mira's. he sighed. hmm... i wonder... she didnt react as most people did when they hear that someone they know was attacked by a dragon dog... He dug around in his pack and pulled out an apple, which he started to eat thoughtfully. it was quickly eaten, and he threw the core outside, where, the man who had an encounter with Chao tripped and fell on it. Reno cringed as he heard the man fall and start yelling again. "uh-oh....Why me...." he quickly looked around the shop, looking for someone to put the blame on. his gaze fell on a young man that had been milling about the shop. quietly, he pointed at the young man and mouthed "He did it" and laughed. his expression grew annoyed when he heard the an outside yelling about an attempted assasination. "Im thinking it might almost be high time to leave, or at least hide... Anything you want me to convey to Shadow?"

[Mira Nightingale]

Mira’s mother paused from her administrations and eyed Reno. After a long moment during which Mira practically held her breath, her mother nodded. “I’ll keep that advice in mind, thank you for calming down my daughter.” The fact that he was shopping in one of the most expensive stores must have said millions to her judgmental mother. Anyone with money was obviously worthy to be in the older woman’s company, and so Reno was worthy, for the moment.

Mira watched the rest of the action unfold, and her expression the whole time was one of almost complete bewilderment. Lord Alexander was even more of an idiot than she’d previously thought. Assassinations from an apple? Please. “Well, it was nice to meet you.” Mira said, nodding her head as much as she could with her mother cleaning her neck at the moment. “And, how about just saying that I don’t want a scar for the rest of my life? I think that will get my point across well enough.”

[Reno]

Reno laughed. "Certainly. Ill be sure to tell him about it." Reno was walking towards the door when he was accosted by lord alexander. the singed man, who was about to explode with rage, had the apple core in his hand and threw it before reno could say anything. It wasnt a very good throw, as it barely rolled to his feet, but Reno was still angered by it. Brandishing his short sword, he laughed. "what are you implying? would you like me to steal something el-" Reno clamped his mouth shut. awww crap... I just confessed to stealingsomething from him... he might put two and two together... then i will have a bunch of guards on my case.... hmmm.... maybe I should just run now... but i dont want to... Reno stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

[Mira Nightingale]

Lord Alexander eyed the younger man, his pockets, and then his face before storming off in a huff once again. Mira couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. “At least he didn’t hear you.” she replied with a barely concealed smirk, watching Lord Alexander’s retreating back. “And you might want to put away the sword.” she added more softly, as many of the seamstresses were staring at him with flickering, nervous eyes.

((Blah… sorry for the wait and the bad post. I don’t know where else to go with this thread.))

[Reno]

(its ok, i think I'm gonna have him leave... get "lord Alexander" to chase him away, with a bodyguard or something) Reno shook his head. "Id rather not." Glaring at the seamstresses, he stood up straight, ruffled his shirt, and turned to walk away. before he did, he glanced around, and shouted back to Mira "Don't forget, see Shadow to get rid of that Scar!" as he said this, he turned to the left, paled, and began to run backwards, soon turning so he was running forwards. what he was running from showed itself soon after that. It was a bunch of armed men, swords drawn and running, their curses and yells audible enough to understand even from behind closed doors.