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Shop 'Till You Drop! [SO VERY OPEN]

It was nice to be out on solid ground, to breathe fresh and salt-tinged air, and to feel the real warmth of the sun on her neck and shoulders, Nanoha thought. She felt a very deep urge welling up within her breast to just take flight, to soar through an actual sky in the first time in months - and she had no doubt that she would.

But there were other things she had to take care of first. Like, for instance, swimsuit shopping with her best friend.

"Ooh, this store looks like it might have some cute ones!" Nanoha tugged on Fate's hand, pulling her towards one of the storefronts that lined this street of the bustling shopping district. Even if it didn't, there were still plenty of others to try, and plenty of cute outfits to convince Fate to try on.

(ooc: It might help to have just one thread for ALL YOUR SHOPPING NEEDS? Feel free to tag in and mingle, if you're shopping for clothes, groceries, games, whatever!)

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He had a couple of ideas for outfits, but he wanted to look around some more before making any final decisions. He turned a corner, and passed Euphemia.

"Afternoon, miss." This cannot bode well for Tsukasa Kadoya.

Hearing a voice greeting her, Euphie turned and smiled... and froze.

Weren't they all dead? They were, she'd thought... Oh, but that was a naive assumption. Surely, given the multitude of worlds out there, other people from other Japans had survived.

"Good afternoon," she replied, suddenly trembling very visibly. "Excuse me-- would you mind telling me your name?" Maybe he wasn't Japanese. He could be Chinese, she argued to herself. Korean, perhaps. She was no good at telling them apart.

There was something in her eyes that Tsukasa couldn't quite place, but...it disturbed him. Still, though, she had asked a question, and it was best to answer, right?

"Kadoya; Tsukasa Kadoya. Remember that."

Japanese after all.

If it were Suzaku, she could have kept fighting; but the Geass was too powerful. It overtook her completely, and Euphie gave him a wide smile. "That's a lovely name. You're Japanese, aren't you?" She set the clothing in her arms over the rack beside her and stepped toward him. "Tsukasa, can you do me a favor, please?"

Being a princess raised in the lap of luxury meant she wasn't all that powerful, but still, Euphie pulled back a fist and aimed for his face. She'd do the best she could. It was too bad there were no weapons here...

"I am; what do you..." Tsukasa said, as he turned, and saw a fist come toward his face. He side-stepped and grabbed her extended hand like he was about to dance with her. After giving Euphemia a spin, he grabbed a nearby ~~Magenta~~ scarf and bound her hands with it.

After making sure she was securely bound, he looked up and said, "I'll be wearing that out." He pointed to the scarf holding the princess fast.

"H-hey!" Euphie struggled to pull free of the bindings, but he'd done a good job. All she could do was kick at him futilely. "That isn't fair! You don't understand, I have to kill you!"

Sadly, she was not in a position to appreciate his cunning wit and humor.

"Good grief," Tsukasa said, as he stepped out of her leg's range. Upon hearing that she had to kill him, though, he was troubled. What could cause such a strong urge? She doesn't look like the type to want to kill people randomly.

What Euphemia heard, though, was, "And you need to understand, little lady; I need to live."

She kicked some more, whimpering pitifully as she was unable to connect. Where was Lelouch? If he were here, he'd help her out...

Lelouch had been looking for some clothing of his own, and he'd been drawn into the shop by some familiar pink hair. He entered in time to see Tsukasa restrain her. "Euphemia!" he said, rushing to her. He'd already purchased an outfit for himself, a pair of tan pants, a light pink shirt, and a pair of sunglasses. The last he ripped off on his way in. "Release her!" he told Tsukasa.

"What assurances can you give me she won't try and kill me again? And, furthermore, how do I even know you're from the same corner of the Multiverse as her?" Tsukasa said, glancing to make sure that her restraints were secure.

"Lelouch!" It was him! It was him, he would definitely help her. "Lelouch, help me! This Japanese man is...!"

"He is not Japanese, Euphemia. He is an alien." He shot a quick glance over to Tsukasa. By the look in his eye, he fully expected him to go along with this, regardless of what the facts were. "Everyone here is from different worlds. That makes them aliens. Our nationalities don't apply to them." Sure, it was a long shot, but it was worth a try. If this worked, he wouldn't have to resort to more serious measures. The thought of locking her up made him sick.

Tsukasa leaned in close to Lelouch and whispered, "Alien?"

"But he said that he's Japanese!" she protested, tugging her hands against the scarf. "He said so!"

"He is not Japanese, Euphemia. He lied. The people where he is from only resemble Japanese. Come, let's leave here." He reached to untie her hands, putting himself between her and Tsukasa. He ignored Tsukasa, he didn't have time to explain.

Tsukasa sighed as he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "So, she tries to kill me...and you're letting her go free? Look, if you can keep her in check, fine. But I would think I deserve at least an explanation as to why."

Once Euphemia's hands were untied, she swayed in place, turning to face Tsukasa. Not Japanese... If she could only believe that...

"Did you really lie to me?" She put a hand on Lelouch's arm, prepared to push him out of the way. "You're not Japanese? Is that why you wouldn't let me kill you?"

Lelouch was careful to keep himself near her. "She can't help herself," he said to Tsukasa quietly. He just hoped he wouldn't undermine what he was trying to accomplish.

She can't help herself? What the hell? Tsukasa sighed, and grabbed the scarf he had bought.

To Euphemia he said, "Believe what you will; you can't kill me, anyway." However, as he was leaving to continue with his plans, he whispered to Lelouch, "At some point, I'm going to want an explanation, kiddo."

He tossed both of them a casual wave before leaving to continue his wardrobe assembly.

"Lelouch?" She looked to him, eyes full of confusion and doubt. Why wouldn't Tsukasa deny it if he weren't Japanese. She stepped around him, arm outstretched, to follow Tsukasa.

Lelouch shook his head. "Let him go, Euphie. Let's go somewhere else." He took her by the arm and tried to pull her out of the store. Maybe she'd come to her senses outside.

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