Sorry for the delay guys, I got reports to finish for the month. I do need an earning job you know.
Hence my quote, : ) 'Credit is good but I need cash.'
Been busy with my job as well as my job search, so there. : )
Roaring on towards the uncertain future,
zaberfang, GO!
Let's begin,
／人◕ . ◕人＼
Mission 6: A Thing of the Past.
Excerpts from the lost chronicle of Brimierre, the mage...
6000 years ago, The Dark Knight Sparda, appeared from the schism. Although himself a creature of darkness, he fought against his brethren. Along with founder Brimierre and the familiars of the Void, Sparda takes up his sword for the sake of Halkeginia's freedom...
Fantasy Cover Pic: Kirche posing in Gloria's Order of the Sword costume, looking at you seductively, with her right hand gliding on her bosom, and her left holds Gloria's signature double bladed dagger,
It was one moonlit night, on top of an ornate tower.
A battle rages.
A swordfight between Dante and a hooded blue-cloaked figure, none of the two gaining advantage. It seemed that their battle seemed to be more like a choreographed fight than a death match.
Dante attacked in blinding speed with Rebellion, but the cloaked figure kept deflecting them. But his efforts of landing a hit on the devil hunter is also thwarted by skilful parries and feints by the snow-haired man.
But the usual grinning countenance on the face of the devil hunter is absent.
His attacks are more fuelled by rage and a sense of urgency.
His attacks are becoming reckless.
As their fight continued on, the figure in blue suddenly gains the upper hand as he systematically disarms the devil hunter, starting with his beloved guns, and in a skilled stroke, Rebellion.
"Is this the best that a son of Sparda could do?" a distorted but somewhat familiar voice could be heard from the hooded figure.
Dante coughed up blood as he tries to speak.
No witty comebacks this time.
"A Pity." The hooded figure spoke.
Dante is suddenly assaulted by a blinding series of sword slashes from his opponent's blade, leaving him profusely bleeding in many places.
Yet, it appeared that the hooded figure never left where he stood.
His red coat in rags and seemingly unable to even stand upright, and his snow white hair is now tainted with his own blood, and is flapping madly in the wind, the Dante in front of Louise's eyes that moment doesn't look like the Dante she always knew.
The quirky, but almost always smirking guardian being was always there for her.
How did he end up in this situation?
Louise is getting scared for her summoned being...
Dante's eyes began glowing unearthly red as he glared at his enemy, who just stood there, observing.
Just like a cat looking at an already cornered mouse before going in for the kill.
"Ah, so the Devil is starting to emerge. We can't have that here."
Then the inevitable...
Dante, was stabbed through the chest with his own bastard sword, Rebellion.
Then the hooded figure then unceremoniously lops off the devil hunter's head.
A spray of blood from the decapitated body gushes out like a fountain as the blood normally supplying the head loses its true destination and was wasted on the ground.
The hooded figure just shook his head, looking at his handiwork, apparently unsatisfied with the results.
"I was expecting you to put up a better fight..."
Albeit Louise could only see the last part of the event in silhouette, she is definitely sure that her guardian was gone…
She tried to scream, but no voice came out of her,
Then the hooded figure places its attention towards her, its left hand outstretched to her.
A glow could be seen from the back of the figure's hand.
"Come hither, it is your fate." a voice echoed into her head,
She could swear she heard the voice before, but where?
WHEEEEEEEWEEWEWWWWWWWWW!
Louise wakes up with the sound of Dante Tuning up with Nevan.
It was just a dream.
"Myuh?" Louise groggily said,
"G'mornin'" Dante cheerily greets her.
Then she remembered the dream, is it a vision of her summoned being's past? Is it just a figment of her imagination? Or is it something just about to happen?
And another thing bothered her,
'Just who is this Sparda person Dante's said to be related to?' Louise thought, a name that seemed rather she had read or heard somewhere before, but she just couldn't get a finger on it.
／人◕ . ◕人＼
Kirche woke up before noon. Today is supposed to be the class day, but due to the many preparations for the coming visit by the esteemed Princess of Tristain on the Springtime Familiar presentation, classes are cancelled. She looked at her window, and found that all the glass was gone, with burn marks surrounding the frame. Still groggy, she stared at the window for a moment before remembering what happened last night.
"Oh Right… a lot of people came, and I blasted them away… all of them except…."
She smiled at one particular memory.
She stopped caring about her window entirely after that. She got up and began putting on makeup, while excitedly plotting how she should seduce Dante today.
Kirche was a born hunter.
And it's time to hunt the hunter.
Then as she thought of the events yesterday, her most treasured memories came with a vengeance. This sent chills up her spine, making her to go weak in her knees.
Looks like she'll be stuck in bed for a while….
When she was done in... whatever she did, she left the room and knocked on Louise's door. She rested her chin on one hand, hiding her smile. Her heartbreaker will open the door,
'and I'll immediately embrace and kiss him.'
'Oh… what will Louise do when she sees that…' Kirche thought.
'And then, right… I can try to eye him outside the room, and maybe he'll approach me himself.'
The thought of rejection never entered her mind.
As if a guy could refuse someone as delectable as her…
However there was no answer after she had knocked. She tried to open the door but it was locked. Without a second thought, she used an unlocking spell on Louise's door, and was rewarded with a click. In reality, unlocking spells were forbidden on campus, but Kirche didn't care. "Passion above all" was the rule of her house.
But the room was empty. The two weren't there.
Kirche looked around the room.
"Still the same… a tasteless room."
Louise's backpack wasn't there. Adding that fact with classes suspended today meant they had gone out somewhere. Kirche looked out the window and saw the two figures on that strange vehicle her beau-to-be called a motorcycle, already departing in a speed that easily surpass horses and lesser dragons; it was her love and Louise.
"What? Going out, huh?" Kirche mumbled in annoyance.
After thinking for a while, she quickly left Louise's room.
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Tabitha was in her room, deep in her sea of books. Under her light blue hair and glasses were bright blue eyes that sparkled like the ocean. Tabitha looked four or five years younger than she actually was. She was even a bit shorter than the already short Louise, and her body was quite slim.
However, she didn't care about these things. She was a girl that would rather not care about what people thought of her.
Tabitha loved free days such as this. They're when she could sink into her favorite worlds mainly the world of literary fiction. In her eyes, everyone else was an intruder in her own little world, giving a melancholic feel to her.
But alas her peace isn't gonna last long, strong knocks rocked her door.
Without standing up, Tabitha simply picked up and waved her staff, which seemed to exceed her height. She cast "Spell of Tranquility", a wind-type spell. Tabitha was a mage of the wind affinity. This particular spell effectively blocked out that pesky door knocks.
Satisfied, she returned to her reading, her expression remaining unchanged throughout.
Then somebody forcefully broke the door open. Noticing the intruder, Tabitha moved her eyes from her book.
It was Kirche. She began babbling about something, but with the silencing magic, none of her words reached Tabitha.
Kirche took away Tabitha's book, and then grabbed the little reader's shoulders to make her look at Germanian girl.
Tabitha blankly looked at Kirche, her face unreadable. However, one could see that she had an unwelcoming gaze.
But Kirche was Tabitha's friend. She would have blown anyone else away with a cyclone or worse.
Seeing no other way, Tabitha canceled her magic.
As if a lock was opened, Kirche's voice instantly emerged. "Tabitha! Get ready, we're going out!"
Yup, her peaceful time is effectively cut off.
Tabitha only softly explained to her friend, "Rest Day."
That explanation was enough for Tabitha, who attempted to take her book back from Kirche's grasp.
Kirche stood up and raised the book high in the air, their height difference barring Tabitha from the book.
"Yes, I know how these kind of days are important to you, I really do. But now's not the time for this talk! I'm in love! It's love! Do you get it now?" She didn't, and shook her head.
She actually doesn't give a damn.
Kirche was propelled by her emotions, but Tabitha was a calm and collected thinker. One can only wonder how such polarized people could be such good friends.
"Right… you won't move until I explain. Geez… I. AM. IN. LOVE! But that lad is going out with that damn annoying Louise today! I want to go after them, and find out where they're going! Do you get it now?" Tabitha still didn't, because she still didn't know why that mattered to her.
"They just left! On that two wheeled thing! I can't catch up without your familiar you know? Please, at least help me with that!"
Kirche started crying.
With a sigh, Tabitha finally nodded.
So that's why… Kirche just needs her familiar to catch up.
Kirche was her friend, and she couldn't help it if her friends had their problems that they couldn't take care of themselves. It was a bit annoying, but she didn't have a choice.
She opened her window, and whistled. The sound of the whistle rang in the azure sky for a moment.
She then jumped out of the window.
Those who did not know her would have found it weird, if not alarming. Kirche, however, followed close after Tabitha and jumped out the window without a thought.
Just a note – Tabitha's room was on the fifth floor. She tended to forego the door altogether when she had to go outside since jumping out the window was far quicker for her.
Strong and tough wings spread out to the wind. Then, a wind dragon flew into the air and received its two passengers.
"Your Sylphid is still so awesome no matter how many times I see it!" Kirche grabbed a protruding spine and sighed in admiration. That's right – Tabitha's familiar is an infant wind dragon.
The dragon, which got the name of the "Fairies of the Air" from Tabitha, swiftly and perfectly caught the upward draft around the tower, and reached 200 mails in the air in the blink of an eye.
"Where?" Tabitha succinctly asked Kirche.
Kirche immediately cried, "I don't know… I was panicking."
Tabitha didn't mind, and commanded her wind dragon, "Two people riding something with two wheels. Don't eat them." Her dragon made a short grunt, showing understanding. Its blue scales glittered, and its wings flapped strongly to the wind. It flew high in the air, scouring the ground for the vehicle; a simple task for a wind dragon.
Satisfied that her familiar was doing its job, Tabitha snatched her book back from Kirche's hands, leaned back against the dragon, and started reading again.
／人◕ . ◕人＼
If you're wondering, what Dante's ride is...
Dante's Sleipnir is a red Dual Seat Ducati Testastretta Evolucion 1098 with desmodromic, liquid cooled, 90 degree v-twin cylinder 4 valve cylinder, or so it looked...
It's Usual Specs:
-1099 cc to 1198.4cc engine
-6 geared
-Usual Speed when driven by Dante : 290 km/h - 180 mph, which is why Louise holds on to Dante for dear life when riding with him.
-Max Speed: I have no idea... o.O
-Acceleration: 0-60 mph in 3 seconds.
The thing is, if there's one thing Dante loves most besides fighting/annihilating Devils, its riding insanely fast.
As the duo rode across the dirt path Louise called a road, they came across a fork.
Though, the path on the left seemed rather used less lately.
"Which way, princess? Dante asks his rather ruffled partner, as he stopped the bike.
'At least she's taking this better than she did the first time' he thought.
"Although, both paths lead there, better take the one on the right although it's a bit longer but at least it's safer."
"What makes the left road dangerous?" Dante queries
"That road leads to the Howling Grove."
"Howling Grove?"
"A noisy ghost is said to haunt that place, and it is said that those who hear it are cursed for life."
"Hmm?" Dante's paranormal curiosity is roused at the information.
Maybe he could challenge whatever it is...
He flicks the coin, caught it in mid air and takes a brief look at the results.
"Looks like were taking the shortcut."
Louise groans in resignation.
It wasn't long until the two reached the said grove with the reckless speed that Dante drove the vehicle on, and Louise heard one of the scariest, weirdest incorrigible sounds that she never heard of her entire life.
"It is a ghost after all. Please let's get out of here lest we get cursed." Louise pulled at Dante's coat sleeve as she pleaded with teary eyes.
"Shush," Dante silenced the now scared girl, as he trained his ears to listen and locate the source of the howls.
"Stay here," Dante told the pinkette, who was quite happy that she didn't have to accompany her summoned being, leaving the girl with the bike.
As he casually walks toward the sound, and as he closes to it, the yowling sound becomes much intelligible...much to his surprise... it is rendered in one his world's languages.
"YESTERDAAAAYY, ALL MY TROUBLES SEEMS SO FAR AWAYYYY, NOW I NEED A PLACE TO HIDE AWAYYY, OW I BELIEVE IN YESTERDAY... SUDDENLY.." the 'ghost' sang out in a voice that seems metallic and so out of tune, that the original artist will never rest in peace once he heard this rendition.
"I never expected that song to pop up here." Dante thought as he kept his poker face, trying to shut off the sound and to concentrate on finding the source of the ...er... music.
'Even my banged-up jukebox can play this song better.' As he looked around the bushes.
"WHY SHEEE HAD TOO GO I DUNNO, SHE WOULDEN SAY, I SEE SOMZING RONG, OL EYE KNO' TIT'S EASTERDAY YEY YEY YEY"
Now, that really killed the spirit of the song, and then the voice hummed the rest of the demolished song, completely out of tune.
"OK, THAT'S THE LAST STRAW! SHUT UP ALREADY!" Dante cried to the 'singer' in a much distorted, deeper voice than he intended, and his eyes glowed red in rage.
Louise, who heard Dante's unnatural shout, cringed and hid behind the Sleipnir.
Amazingly the voice falls silent.
"Geez man, you're murdering a legendary song the way you sing that." Dante then resumed speaking in normal tone.
"SPARDA? Is that you?" the metallic voice asked, its excitement present in its...er... voice.
'Ok, that is not a development I expected' Dante thought as he now managed to find where that voice came from.
Hidden by tall shrubbery, Dante comes upon a rusty single edged long sword stuck in the boulder... apparently the source of the entire racket this forest has been suffering from.
Dante facepalms despite himself, upon realizing the fact.
'Oh great, another talking sword. As if Agni and Rudra aren't enough trouble already.' Dante thought, as he kept his face straight looking at the sword on the stone.
He was referring to the pair of magical big-ass scimitars. Elemental Devil Arms which he acquired when he was just starting out.
Together, they were called Agni and Rudra the Firestorm.
He called them annoying.
They are pretty powerful Arms, but the thing is, once they start talking they can't seem to stop, until Dante slams their heads located at the pommels to get them to shut up.
But then he wondered how does this weapon know of his father?
"You're not Sparda. But the way you tell me off, you sound like the guy. Are you related to him by any chance?" the sword rattled off, as the sword guard moved up and down, serving as its mouth as it spoke.
How the sword could see Dante, with it having no means of seeing like eyes is a big mystery to the devil hunter...
"Okay but first, how do you know of Sparda?" he asked, knowing from experience that some devils have a tendency to say they are in some way related to his father just to take a cheap shot at him.
"I once fought with the man before, though he may be a prudish prick from time to time. But a he's great guy once you get to know him."
By the sound of the statement, this thing is telling the truth.
He sighed.
"I'm his son,"
Silence
Then the sword laughs, as if it was natural for a non-living object to do so...
"Youre his kid? By thunder, I never imagined I would meet one of his sons. Wow, you're like, all grown up now. So, how're your parents doing? And your brother?" the sword asked, between laughs as if he's trying to catch a breath, and speak at the same time.
Definitely this one's different from the rather emotionless tone of the Scimitars he have. This one seems rather a fun conversation buddy.
"Mom's been dead since I was eight, Dad disappeared much earlier, and my brother's been dead for some time now," Dante replied casually, though he felt a slight tug to his heart as the memories of their demise surfaced for a second. Devils never cry indeed.
"Such a shame really, Sparda has always told us about his family he inavertedly left behind, he even kept a portrait of you guys in a locket. He misses you guys a lot." The sword said, sombre at the news.
Dante, then realized that this might be the reason his father never came back to home that time. Somehow, I eased his heart that his father actually thought about them all this time.
Maybe, just maybe, Dante could still forgive the man after that things have passed in his life all these years.
After all, shit happens, as he experienced it himself as he sort-of took over his father's job.
"Ah, Eva was such a hottie. Damn, your father is one lucky bastard." The sword rattled in a lecherous manner.
Dante's eyebrows twitched.
"If you say things that way about my mother, I will shoot that thing you use as a mouth."
"Yup, you're his son alright." The sword chuckled.
"So, how about letting me out of here for the sake of good times with your old man, eh?"
Dante was curious of what did his father did in this world. Though he felt he might be regretting this decision if he takes the sentient weapon.
As always, a coin tosses...and lands on...
"Crap." Dante spat as he looked at the rusty blade.
"I'll be taking you along, but at least be quiet most of the time."
"Aye aye, sire."
"And don't tell anyone about my past, at least for now."
"Aye."
But before Dante could take hold of the Sword's hilt, he stopped.
Looking at the stuck sword on the boulder, he seriously asks,
"You're not going to stab me in the chest or kill me in any way after I pull you out, would you?"
"Why the heck would I do that?"
"Just checking." Dante replied as he effortlessly pulled the broadsword off the rock.
"I never caught your name, partner." The sword asks, as Dante hefts it up.
"Call me Dante."
"I'm Derflinger. Here's to hoping that we slay a lot of enemies together." The sword, now known as Derflinger crowed into the sun.
As Dante starts to walk off, he notices something beside the boulder,
"So that's where you picked up that song…"
／人◕ . ◕人＼
Later, Dante and Louise walked briskly on Tristain's city streets.
Louise's body ached profusely, with the Dante's high speed driving. "Tell me why I always end up riding that thing…" Louise moaned, walking slowly.
'Cause my ride's awesome.' Dante thought, idly inspecting the just magically restored IPOD MP3 player, as he looked at the playlist.
'The past owner's definitely an old rock head...' he thought as he put the player away.
As for Louise, she wondered where Dante got that damned contraption, and as to where the vehicle they rode into town with...
As soon as they reached town, the vehicle somehow just vanished as soon as she looked away after the ride, looking a bit green from 'coach sickness.'
"Well… we can't walk our way here now can we?" Dante said to the girl aloud.
"We could have just rented horses."
'You have no idea what you just rode, kid.' Dante thought, referring to Sleipnir as he scanned the town they're at.
'White cobblestone roads… feels like a theme park here. Compared to the Academy, there were far more people in common garb here. On the street side were vendors selling fruit and meat.' The devil hunter thought,
Dante's love for exotic places momentarily rose. But this was a weird world. There were people briskly walking and people frantically running. Males and females of all ages walked the streets. Comparing to the streets in his world, it's really small.
"A little bit tight over here…"
"Tight? This is a really wide street as it is." Louise huffed as she walked briskly through the street.
"Just this?"
Not even 5 meters wide. With this many people walking around, every step felt cramped.
"Bourdonné Street, Tristain's widest avenue. The palace is straight ahead." Louise pointed.
"To the palace, then."
"What business do we have visiting Her Majesty The Queen?"
"To scare a little mouse under her chair?" Dante joked.
She didn't get it.
Coughing, Dante then tried to switch topic by actually proceeding with their current errand.
"Well let's go shopping then?"
"Yeah, yeah." Louise replies, reluctantly.
"I can't believe you actually talked me into this."
"Don't worry, I can assure you we will give them one hell of a surprise when it's our turn." Dante assures the pinkette.
Yeah, at least that's one of the few things Louise can concur. After seeing what Dante could do in just a few days since he arrived, It seemed there's nothing impossible for the snow-haired hunter could do.
The duo walked into an even narrower road. A revolting stench, coming from piles of trash and other dirty things on the ground, soon hit their noses.
"It's really dirty here."
"I told you nobles don't come here that often."
At the fourth intersection, Louise stopped and looked around.
"Hmph!" Louise huffed. "Just follow me. I know where the tailor is. They're very good and should be able to cover anything we need."
"So long as they do custom work," Dante shrugged, letting the girl lead the way.
Tabitha and Kirche had made it to Tristania on the back of Slyphid and landed nearby. Kirche was off like a shot and after telling the blue dragon not to eat anything, Tabitha was right behind her.
Kirche led the way through the crowds of people as they went about their business, panicking over not finding Louise and Dante anywhere they looked. Tabitha calmly followed, still holding her book and looking at its pages rather than looking through the masses of shoppers.
"Where could they be?" Kirche fretted. "I won't have that girl try to steal My Heartbreaker away from me!"
"There." Tabitha's soft voice called out, pointing her cane in another direction than the pair was travelling.
"Huh?"Kirche blinked, looking to her friend. From there, she followed Tabitha's pointing direction to see a familiar head of pink hair and foreign set of clothes heading towards a tailor's shop. The only difference from the image Kirche was familiar with was a new sword stuck to the he beloved's back along with the Rebellion. "Ah! There they are! And it looks like they're going to get some new clothes for him to go with that sword."
Tabitha merely blinked as she continued reading her book. It really wasn't her business despite Kirche bringing her into it.
"Well she'll learn that material goods cannot buy love like the one I share with Darling!" the amorous redhead declared resolutely.
Tabitha simply turned the page of her book.
"Taylor Swift's Dress Shop"
The tailor's shop was in fact a much more comfortable place to be than any of the shop's they'd been.
'Taylor Swift, nice pun there.' Dante thought looking at the shop sign at the door, but still can't help but wonder as to why the name seemed so familiar.
The owner was in fact a pretty, light blue haired woman who had her hair tied in a bun using what looked like huge knitting needles helping keep it up. Rather than a dress like other women Dante have seen wear, she was wearing simple country skirt with an apron which is filled with different sewing tools and a short-sleeved shirt. To be honest, it looked like a functional set of clothes to work in when it came to that sort of thing.
He is still wondering how the heck these people got such outlandish hair colors.
She was working on a middle-age style mannequin which was modelling a dress she was making. As the two entered, a bell rang and alerted her to their presence. Looking up from her work, her eyes sparked with recognition when they landed on Louise.
"Ah! If it's not M'selle Valliere again," the woman smiled. "Come to get your uniform fixed again?"
"Not this time M'selle Taylor," Louise answered. She was strangely treated with more esteem to someone who by all rights was a commoner.
Maybe it was because of how often she likely needed her uniform fixed after one of her 'accidents'.
"I'm shopping for a new wardrobe for my companion here and a cloak for me to use during the Familiar Exhibition tomorrow."
"A guardian- the human familiar?" M'selle Taylor blinked, actually stopping her sewing to stare at Dante and Louise.
"I heard some of the other students who came in mention such a thing, but I thought that it was just some gossip that was going around."
"Oh, it's true," Dante nodded bowing slightly to the seamstress. "I am the guardian of Louise Francoise le Blanc de la Valliere, but you can call me Dante, an odd jobs man."
The seamstress blushed when she accidentally looked the half-devil's handsome visage, and slight quickening of her pulse told her something about Dante that seem to gravitate her towards this man.
"Don't get any ideas with her," Louise huffed noticing the atmosphere.
"Hey, I was just trying to properly introduce myself, "Dante defended himself.
He couldn't resist smirking.
Taylor didn't seem to mind the banter and instead seemed to find it somewhat heart-warming from the way she was smiling at two, "You two remind me of my elder brother and I."
"Hah?-!" Louise gaped while Dante struggled to not smirk, much. "Listen here! He is my guardian being! As if he can compare to someone of noble birth, much less a Valliere like me or my sisters!"
Then she paled upon realizing who it is she is insulting. She felt the need to have her memories checked one of these days.
"I can kick noble ass and use magic...stuff, can't I?" Dante chuckled, looking at the young Valliere, who shivered at the memory.
"You can?" asked Derflinger, wiggling himself out of his sheathe enough to talk. "Oh yeah, of course you can. Man, do I know how to pick a partner. As expected of the son of..!" the sword is slammed back to the sheath by the devil hunter,
"Shut up, Derf." He muttered
M'selle Taylor gaped quite openly at the announcement, notwithstanding the fact that an inanimate object just spoke up. Obviously not having heard that much when it came to rumors about Dante and Louise, "Y-You…you can use magic? Does that mean you a noble?"
"No, he is not!" Louise hissed, losing her already short patience, again forgetting that little fact about her guardian.
"Now we came here to discuss a new wardrobe for my fam...guardian and my cloak and I hope you can provide!"
Taylor could tell like Dante could that Louise was through fooling around.
'Seems like she's getting nervous of the coming performance come tomorrow.' Dante thought.
Quickly shaking off her shock, she returned to her more professional mindset so she could complete her business with Louise and not antagonize the Valliere family through their daughter,
"Okay, now what can I help you with?"
Before Louise could say anything else, Dante cuts her off.
"Well," Dante began stepping forward. "I'd like a set of outfits similar to what I'm wearing, and a something special that will be something close to the best clothes used for a noble, and as for the materials." Dante snaps his fingers.
M'selle Taylor was suddenly surprised that a set of materials for the said clothes appeared on her work table, and the fabrics, especially the leather to be used for making the coats are absolutely to die for.
'Just what is it made of' she wondered, as she ran her fingers through the fabric.
But then on the upside, these things are one of the best and probably the easiest materials she had worked with for a long time.
She was fascinated by the materials that she forgot how in the world these things appeared out of seemingly nowhere.
Louise looked at her summoned being who, just looked back at her, grinned and just shrugged.
Okay, she WILL ask him how he did that later.
"Oh, don't worry about that," M'selle Taylor smiled. "In my shop, thread work is um... swift!" She then made a gesture with her hands which made a familiar feeling enter the air.
Suddenly, needles attached to thread rose into the air behind the seamstress before another snap of her fingers made the needles dive towards the dress she had been working on, forming an intricate design in the fabric which made the dress look beautiful. Louise didn't seem surprised, but Dante sure as hell was.
"You can use magic too?" Dante asked raising an eyebrow. "Doesn't that mean you're a noble as well?"
"Used to be," M'selle Taylor corrected, not even glancing back as her needles completed their work.
"My full name is Aile Graise von Taylor, the Swift name is my nickname my brother gave me. I was the third daughter of my family and wasn't really planned to receive my family's fortune like my older brother was. My parents intended to have me marry a complete ass, in which after having dinner meet with him once and fighting off his groping hands. So I decided to leave and find my own fortune."
She ends her tale with a shrug, while maintaining the concentration necessary for the work at hand.
"I see," Dante nodded. He felt a little awkward for stupidly asking about an obviously painful past.
"Well, it figures why you'd be able to open a tailor's shop here where nobles frequent. You must be one of the best, am I right?" Dante said.
"Just about every noble comes here for uniform fittings at the school," M'selle Taylor smiled.
And so they went on talking about different stuff in which Dante learns some more about the sorry states of the Nobles who aren't lucky enough to have properties….
With the help of Dante's design suggestions, M'selle Taylor manages to finish the entire set of Dante's outfits and Louise's cloak in no time.
As she expertly gave the finishing touches on Dante's new set of clothes. This particular set consists of a long sleeved crimson twin-tailed longcoat with black cuffs, a black long sleeved shirt, and brown leather pants.
"Now then, before we finish this last suit, what will I do with these fabrics here?" indicating the extra set of materials, which Dante had not indicated to include with his wardrobe.
"Ah yes that one, there is another costume design I would like you to make for me…"
The pinkette seemed willing to at least wait as she took a seat on a nearby chair reserved for waiting customers. Dante just contented himself to wait at the counter for Quinn to return with the clothes.
Then as was their usual luck as of late, something or someone popping up unexpectedly. In this case, it was a familiar chesty redhead kicking the door open and entering in her usual flourish with her quiet bluenette friend following her.
"Darling~!" Kirche called as she and Tabitha came into the store.
"Zerbst!" Louise hissed, up on her feet in an instant. "What are you doing here!-?"
"Oh, it's you, Zero," Kirche responded idly acknowledging Louise by the sidelines by using that nickname the pinkette hated so much.
Pleasantries with the girl she loved to torment aside, she spotted her quarry and smiled widely before going up to hug him, "Oh, Darling. I've missed you."
She pressed herself against the mildly surprised hunter tightly, once again trying to have him memorize the shape of her breasts using his chest, rubbing it against his.
Most guys dream of this situation….
'Been there done that.' Dante thought as he inwardly shrugs at his predicament.
"Kirche, unhand my guardian this instant!" Louise snapped. She was beginning to tremble in her fury and her wand had ended up in her hand, just itching to be used despite the fact that she knew it's not the right time or place to do so.
Oh how she will relish that time when she will show this Zerbst that Louise is no longer the girl she used to know as 'the zero'.
Anyway, her usual result in trying to cast spells before learning the affinity would be enough for the probable violence she had in mind.
"Hi, Kirche," Dante greeted nicely, still trying not to think about the explosion of rage and magic between these two which may or may not be coming.
"Darling, I can still clearly remember that precious moment we made in my room," Kirche said, gazing up at the grinning man with heat in her eyes. "Thank you ever so much."
'Yeah, I'm really good.' Dante grins to himself.
"Alright, that's it." Louise said, as she rose into as much height as she could, as well as putting out her rather flat chest.
" I challenge you to a duel, Kirche."
'Aw, heck.' Dante thought.
At the same moment, a figure stalks the Academy halls...
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