Everyone Knows Less Covering is More Power

    It's fairly early in the morning. The weather is getting warmer as spring is starting to slowly take control from winter. Inside of the clothing store in Alne, is a mountain slate blue imp who is looking over different dresses, along with other clothing options to wear outside of her normal attire.

Watching her closely is the Spriggan, Morri, who is making sure that the Magus doesn't try anything magic fancy to run off with anything.

For now the imp continues to look over things, crouching down on her hoof feet to take a look at lower shelves, as her imp tail sways side to side, as she hums a known Lander song.

Goldenblade makes her way into the clothing shop, amused at the name. She has been advised that her clothing selection is wildly limited, which is correct as all she owns is her mail coat and the normal armor accoutrements underneath, and so here she is, looking to see what's available. It's a bit ironic because it doesn't actually provide any armor protection, it's just normal clothing grade costuming. She had not realized in chargen that she could have selected pretty much anything and gotten the same result.

"Hello," she calls when she enters the store, looking around curiously.

    Somehow, in spite of the owner of the store being a known fellow guildmember, a certain Red Salamander had never actually gotten aroudn to visiting the clothing store of fame.

    So now, it is time to fix that! If nothing else, at least Atif will get a chance to get a look through the wares in case he finds anything interesting to occasionally switch out to from his usual outfit.

    Shortly after Goldenblade has stepped inside, the door opens again and the red-haired Salamander ducks inside with a cheerful call of "Good afternooooon!", tail flicking from side to side with the chirp before he stops just a few paces away from Goldenblade.

    "Hey! Hey! Golden!" He calls out to her, with an energetic wave of a hand, and an audible, single thump of his red, reptilian tail against the floor. "You decide to accessorize? Switch out the old armor for something casual? Or just come lookin' just because? I mean, I kinda did."

    With a faint bounce on his feet, he moves in further, stepping up besides the woman. "Still, it's nice to see you after such a lon-"

    He cuts his own words short there, suddenly, and freezes in place for a fraction of a second. He could have sworn he just saw something distressingly familiar there around that one shelf.

    Goldenblade's voice catches Katherine's attention first, then comes the voice of Atif. She doesn't get up right away from where she is crouching down from, that was till at least Atif is cut off but he own realization as to who is here.
    The imp can't help but smile as she slowly rises up to her feet. "Why hello you two." she says with her sultry voice and gentle smile on her lips. "Goldenblade, right?" Her glowing lavender eyes turn to Atif, "... and hello, my dear noble sir Atif." She goes to sweep some of her hair back into place, before a hand comes resting on her slightly swayed to the side hip.

Goldenblade smiles as Atif enters just behind her, and she calls out, "Good morning, Atif!" She smirks about the clothing, and nods slowly, "I figured I should get something I can wear when the weather gets warmer. I'm assuming that it'll get warmer, though it's been chilly recently. Though, I guess less so that it was a couple months ago...What sort of seasons does this place have, anyhow?" When Atif cuts off, she turns to see if something had gotten his attention?

She smiles to Katherine, and says, "Yes, that's me, we met the other day!" She remembers that, but she still has to inspect Katherine before she gets her name. Information overload is her problem, she's still confused by this game world. "It's good to see you again! How are you?"

    "Ah, um..." Mumbles Atif in initial reaction to properly seeing Katherine as she rises up to full view. THere's a quiet, nervous gulp in his throat before he deliberately straightens up his posture, and dips his head down. "...Hello, Tanzer-san,"

    Head lifted up again right after, he gives one of his usual smiles which... now is marred by hints of nervousness slipping through "Oh, good. I don't need to introduce you two! Good, uh... Aheh..." He turns subtly to the side there. "I'm just gonna... browse the wares..."

    Wait, is he trying to escape?

    The imp's attention turns over to Golden, her eyes looking over at the other woman gently as her tail continues to slowly move side to side. "Lovely, and yourself my dear miss Golden?" Then she taps her lip softly with her claw, before she motions to Golden blade with an open palm, "You, do not mind me calling you Golden, do you?"

Katherine smiles warmly, eyes slightly closed, "It just has such a nicer ring to it on the lips." Her attention turns back to the clothing as she goes to crouch down with simple ease pulling out a simple dress. Her eyes glance it over, before folding it neatly and placing it back.

She stands up once more, with a tail flick, before gliding her fingers along a few articles of clothes, very careful with her claws.

    Then in the corner of her eye she spots Atif trying to escape. There was mischievous grin on her face and his cute nervousness didn't help either. She makes a slightly gesture with her fingers and Atif would find an unseen force under his feet and the more he tried to 'walk' toward the door, the more he find himself being brought back further into the store.

It was probably slightly comedic looking, though eventually Katherine would end her spell by turning the direction of travel and letting him go, which would possibly lead him toward her. "And whatever, my dear," She ask then biting her thumb nail gently with a smile. "Would you be looking for?"

Goldenblade peers at Katherine, then at Atif, and looks puzzled. "Is there something I'm missing?" she wonders. "You two know each other, it seems," she further observes. "But ... Atif, what's going on?" Is it bad blood? But they don't seem hostile...'Dear noble sir' might have been ironic, but ...

As to Katherine calling her Golden, she replies, "You can call me what you like as long as you don't call me late to dinner." She grins, though the joke is oooooold. Well, so is Goldenblade's player, she laughed so hard when she first heard it. Then she watches Atif .... moonwalking? "That's that dance like the kids do," she observes, "Where you look like you're walking forward, but go backwards. That's pretty good," she says to Atif. "I didn't know you could do the modern dancing."

    Atif may not have necessarily tried to go for the door, but he *was* intending to at least get out of sight behind some shelf or something while, as far as he knew, Katherine caught up with Goldenblade. Either way, his shuffle off ot the side doesn't seem to advance much at all, and he doesn't really realize it either, until...

    "...Huh?" The redhead gives a confused look at Goldenblade, green eyes widened a bit. "What are you talking abou--" And just when he actually looks down, the shadow formed along his feet suddenly shifts entirely in direction.

    A surprised squeak wells up from the Salamander's throat, before his suddenly-hurried steps end up causing the entire opposite of resistance due to the resultant spatial confusion... and he finds himself practically slid right over to Katherine.

    His form snapped perfectly upright like a pulled-taut string again, he looks back to Katherine with a nervous "H-hi..." and an akward chuckle. "Ah, I was just... I don't... really know, I just... came to peek... Aheh..."

    Katherine smiles ever so slightly at Atif as she taps him on the nose. "Yes. Hello." She then flicks a piece of his hair back into place with a little magic. "Golden," She looks over to the other woman, "Like to help me find Atif here something nice? You know men," She gives a friendly wink. "They always have trouble finding that right size."

The Imp then slides around Atif once more, before giving him a once over. "Maybe some black or hm? Perhaps Mauve to work with that red hair of yours. Because I am fairly sure you don't have anything befitting for more... regal... meetings."

Katherine then smiles and moves around him once more, saying gently, "And every man should have an outfit for a occasion."

Goldenblade hrms as she realizes that Atif doesn't realize he's moonwalking. She looks back and forth between Atif and Katherine, herself confused now at what's going on. She falls back on the previous conversational topic and uhms, resuming, "I'm just looking for something to wear when the weather gets warmer. I'm guessing it'll get warmer, it seems like it's already started."

She peers at Katherine and at finding clothes for Atif, and she smirks. To Atif, she says with resignation, "A woman's shopping for you. There's nothing you can do now but put up with it til it's done." That's a thing you learn after almost 50 years of marriage. She does know how to shop for suits, ironically, but there's no suits here, and she's got as much fashion sense as you'd expect from a guy, perhaps unsurprisingly. As to colors, she shrugs. "Dark blue or gray always works." That's a thing she leaned with suits also. "Tan's OK for summertime, of course, and you can wear tan or brown slacks with it."

    Atif squints his eyes closed briefly with the boop to his snoot, a faint flush of color spreading across his tanned cheeks momentarily from it.

    "W-wait, what?" A rapid blink his given at Kat, first, and he has to crane his neck this way and that to try to continue keeping track of the Imp circling around him. And with her roping Goldenblade in, he ends up looking rapidly back and forth between the two of them.

    "R-...regal? Wait, I don't know if I...." He protests vaguely, quietly, and yet he doesn't seem to be able to find himself moving even a little bit from where he stands while he's sized up for clothing choices.

    ".. What's wrong with these clothes?"

    Katherine giggles a bit as Goldenblade points out that Atif can not escape now. When Atif asks what is wrong with his clothing, the imp places a hand on her hip. "Sir Atif! Must your really ask?" She places a hand to her bosom and walk away from him with that hip sway of hers. She then looks over her shoulder. "You can not go to a ball, or a proper dinner, wearing such garments at /those/."

Katherine then uses a flick of her finger to 'pull' Atif along as he goes once more gliding across the floor over toward more men's clothing. She then hrms at Goldenblade's idea of tans or browns. "Perhaps!" She isn't arguing.

Then she goes looking but finds a dark brown, with gold trim male's kimono and pulls it around to line it up with Atif. "Oo! This looks like it would fit your wild hair perfectly!"

Goldenblade smirks to Atif's panicked questions, and shakes her head slowly. She knows this so well. "Your clothes are all right for everyday. But it's not sufficient for formal occasions," she explains patiently. Not that /she/ has any idea what would be appropriate. But she recogizes the situation and Katherine's tone.

She'll follow Katherine and Atif over to the kimonos, where she's only vaguely aware of what's fashionable. She's more up on suit fashion, herself, kimonos have a bit more flexibility. She smirks as Katherine holds up the one suit, and she nods slowly. "That doesn't look bad."

    With Goldenblade's supervision and helpful advice from time to time, poor Atif is subjugated to Katherine's clothing ways, as the imp has him try on different types of outfits and any time he try to slink off, continued to use her magic ways to keep Atif around for more clothing.

By the time the trio was done, Atif had at least two new outfits, and as for the woman herself, well, she spent all her time trying to dress the Salamander and completely forgot about herself.