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Cosplay Maniacs [Open]
It had been an idle thought that started to grow.
Since the whole clothing-fighting naked disaster during the Nightmare King, Rein had been packing more than one set of plantsuit on her person. Even while the barrier jacket was nice and comfy, it was also impractical for every day life. As such, she had gone out hunting for a place and found what she was looking for. With a modern set of sewing materials, all she needed was cloth.
Cloth was a rare thing on Stacy, most of it pre-fabricated and brought up from the last big mission off world. As such, Rein had gone to W&P in search of said items. It had taken the better part of a week to find what she was looking for, and another three to four days hauling all of the cloth up, but the vast collection of cloth, lace and other fabrics were finally in place.
Switches were flipped and Rein sat down at the nearest machine, working on it. She had cast a minor animation spell on a couple of machines and they were automatically forming belts and sashes while the intricate needlework was up to her.
Soon though, she was busy working as she whistled a jaunty tune, ironically Whistle While You Work. The sign to the building was fresh and polished, reading Stormwind Clothiers and the outside of the building was wood-and-brick. The inside was meshed with old and new, mixed foot pedal and even small light armors.
Rein wore a little grin, a sign of victory as she held up her first creation, a pretty dress, pink and red and white with ruffles.
It was a dead ringer for Sakura Kinomoto's most iconic dress from her series.
Yes, Rein was making cosplay.
Beware the desu.
Since the whole clothing-fighting naked disaster during the Nightmare King, Rein had been packing more than one set of plantsuit on her person. Even while the barrier jacket was nice and comfy, it was also impractical for every day life. As such, she had gone out hunting for a place and found what she was looking for. With a modern set of sewing materials, all she needed was cloth.
Cloth was a rare thing on Stacy, most of it pre-fabricated and brought up from the last big mission off world. As such, Rein had gone to W&P in search of said items. It had taken the better part of a week to find what she was looking for, and another three to four days hauling all of the cloth up, but the vast collection of cloth, lace and other fabrics were finally in place.
Switches were flipped and Rein sat down at the nearest machine, working on it. She had cast a minor animation spell on a couple of machines and they were automatically forming belts and sashes while the intricate needlework was up to her.
Soon though, she was busy working as she whistled a jaunty tune, ironically Whistle While You Work. The sign to the building was fresh and polished, reading Stormwind Clothiers and the outside of the building was wood-and-brick. The inside was meshed with old and new, mixed foot pedal and even small light armors.
Rein wore a little grin, a sign of victory as she held up her first creation, a pretty dress, pink and red and white with ruffles.
It was a dead ringer for Sakura Kinomoto's most iconic dress from her series.
Yes, Rein was making cosplay.
Beware the desu.
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"Well, it would depend. Do ye have any sheepskin?"
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Heading over to the piles of cloth, Rein started moving through the stacks until she came up against a soft set of skins. "Is this it?" she inquired, holding up the stack.
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Now, how to describe it? "There's a vest I used to have made of sheepskin. It came down to about here on me." He demonstrates with his hand - it looks like it falls about halfway between his waist and his knee. "Do ye think ye could make something like that, if I could tell ye what it looked like?" Thinking about it for a moment, he adds, "I could draw it, too, if I had something to draw with."
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She smiled. "Take a seat while you do. I'll go get some tea that I borrowed from the bus."
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"Pockets. It needs to have pockets," he mutters to himself after sketching out the basic shape. "And then it had some of the fleece on the outside like this..."
It's easy for him to get caught up in drawing out the details of the vest, and he's forgotten Rein and the magically enhanced machines for the moment.
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When she was done, Rein brought it out with a pair of Japanese styled cups and the tea was already steeping. "Looks nice," said Rein, glancing at the paper.
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He's not the best artist, but is able to at least make the details on the vest pretty clear. It helps that it's meant to look like a less polished item of clothing.
"The fleece is mostly dark brown, except for these spots." He points out the whiter areas, and frowns a little. "I don't know if ye can dye it, though. It'd be okay if ye can't. What do ye think?"
He takes one of the cups of tea and looks at Rein, his expression hopeful.
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She grinned. "I'll have it done within a day. How's that sound?"
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"How much would ye want for it? I have a wee bit left over from when we went to that alternate Earth, but I'm not sure it'd be enough to cover the cost of making the vest."
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"There has to be something I can do in return for ye, if ye don't want money." He looks around the shop thoughtfully. "Wait. How did ye get all this cloth, anyway?"
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"That's it! You could deliver things for me or fetch from the piles of cloth down there!"
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"I could fetch things for ye, sure." He's not entirely certain about making deliveries, but how bad could it be? It doesn't look like she makes anything that would be too difficult to carry. "And...I guess I could do deliveries if ye want."
He may regret that later.
"So do we have a deal, then?"
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Lifting his hand in a farewell wave, he heads towards the exit.