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tushanshu_logs2012-12-16 05:20 pm
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Characters: Hellboy and Favrielle
Date: Sometime around the 8th? Shortly after the Masquerade invitations went out.
Location: Suite WA-3A
Situation: Hellboy needs a suit for the party. Favrielle just might be able to make him one. Much awkwardness ensues.
Warnings/Rating: Nah.
Throughout his life, Hellboy's been to more dimensions, realms, and planes than he can count. He's faced skeleton armies, vampire hoards, and monsters and demons of mythos. And after three months of ghost hunting, gang wars, and abandoned cities full of monsters, the last thing he thought he'd be worrying about was a party. But people surviving through tough situations always find their own ways of coping, and he can't blame them for that. Besides, throwing a party really didn't seem like that bad of an idea.
So after some persuading from Liz, he agreed to go. He's had enough crap in his life lately that maybe he deserves a little fun. And if he was going to do this, he might as well go in style. It was far from the first formal party he's ever been to, and his father raised him better than to go to a gathering like that not properly dressed.
But being who he is, that poses a bit of a problem. Going to the store and just buying clothes had never been an option for him. When he worked back at the Bureau, he always had a someone making his clothes... mostly off already taken measurements and shipped to his room, because this kind of thing had never been his favorite. And that was with people who had known him for years.
Looking the way he does, he's used to people staring, but that doesn't mean he isn't self-conscious. He may hide it pretty well under stoic confidence and off-handed jokes, but the uneasiness is there.
Running around the Earth Sector's garment district, getting turned down by even kedan seamstresses who're used to the odd and unusual doesn't help him much. They're used to people being able to change themselves into something more convenient when the need arises, and less than two weeks' notice just isn't enough time for them to learn something new.
At least they were nice enough to point him in the direction of someone who just might be up to the task, and it's a name he's heard before. Favrielle, another Foreigner like himself, and apparently an extremely talented seamstress. If she can't pull it off, he's out of luck. But at least she was gracious enough to make him an appointment.
So here he is, trying his damndest not to feel on edge, knocking on the door of her suite in the Water Sector.
Date: Sometime around the 8th? Shortly after the Masquerade invitations went out.
Location: Suite WA-3A
Situation: Hellboy needs a suit for the party. Favrielle just might be able to make him one. Much awkwardness ensues.
Warnings/Rating: Nah.
Throughout his life, Hellboy's been to more dimensions, realms, and planes than he can count. He's faced skeleton armies, vampire hoards, and monsters and demons of mythos. And after three months of ghost hunting, gang wars, and abandoned cities full of monsters, the last thing he thought he'd be worrying about was a party. But people surviving through tough situations always find their own ways of coping, and he can't blame them for that. Besides, throwing a party really didn't seem like that bad of an idea.
So after some persuading from Liz, he agreed to go. He's had enough crap in his life lately that maybe he deserves a little fun. And if he was going to do this, he might as well go in style. It was far from the first formal party he's ever been to, and his father raised him better than to go to a gathering like that not properly dressed.
But being who he is, that poses a bit of a problem. Going to the store and just buying clothes had never been an option for him. When he worked back at the Bureau, he always had a someone making his clothes... mostly off already taken measurements and shipped to his room, because this kind of thing had never been his favorite. And that was with people who had known him for years.
Looking the way he does, he's used to people staring, but that doesn't mean he isn't self-conscious. He may hide it pretty well under stoic confidence and off-handed jokes, but the uneasiness is there.
Running around the Earth Sector's garment district, getting turned down by even kedan seamstresses who're used to the odd and unusual doesn't help him much. They're used to people being able to change themselves into something more convenient when the need arises, and less than two weeks' notice just isn't enough time for them to learn something new.
At least they were nice enough to point him in the direction of someone who just might be up to the task, and it's a name he's heard before. Favrielle, another Foreigner like himself, and apparently an extremely talented seamstress. If she can't pull it off, he's out of luck. But at least she was gracious enough to make him an appointment.
So here he is, trying his damndest not to feel on edge, knocking on the door of her suite in the Water Sector.
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"I could make you a suit if that is what you like. Something simple and elegant, I think," she responds, pegging him for the type that doesn't care much for frippery and frills. "I can also make a mask to match, in any theme you may desire, of course."
Her tone smooths toward the end, taking on just the slightest tinge of reassurance.
"When the masquerade is over, you would be welcome to come to me for everyday clothing, as well," she adds. "I'm certain I could make you garments that would be both flattering and comfortable."
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He's a little surprised at her next offer, though. If she's so busy, why would she want to waste her time on him? It probably has a lot to do with what he is. She does seem pretty interested, the way she keeps studying him, and there's nothing wrong with curiosity. He's more than used to it, after all. But winning favors because of what he is isn't his favorite thing. He'd rather be treated like a regular guy, but situations like this are a searing reminder that he's far from "regular". That's the real reason they make him so damn uncomfortable.
"And that's great of you to offer. Really. But like I said, I'm a pretty simple guy. Most I need is a new coat every now and then."
Hellboy's pretty much the biggest minimalist out there, and he's definitely set in his ways. I mean, how many guys can get away with wearing nothing but shorts and a trench coat for fifty years?
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"As you like," she replied with a nod. "It's my business to offer, one that I've opened primarily to serve those of us from home who prefer clothes more in the style to which we're all accustomed."
Which is to say, she would have made the offer to anyone, and indeed, she has.