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" Nah, you did perfect. As expected from a lady of your caliber. And thank you! Getting all dressed up like this usually ain't my thing. But I can't deny that it's sometimes fun to do. " Oh, but of course the Christmas Tree was by the catering. Probably went over to pull a Gordon Ramsay and see if everything was up to snuff. " Not surprised. He's probably getting all judgy on what they're serving the guests. Classic Ragna. " he laughs to himself.

" Oh? Yeah, actually! She's right over there if ya look closely. Her name's Cecilia. She's super cool, drop dead gorgeous, and makes me feel a kind of stupid that I haven't felt in a good while. "

       ❝   Honestly, I was worried I'd done too much — but it seems I understood the theme correctly. You look pretty polished yourself.   ❞ ⠀  TSUBAKI  likes to think she isn't terribly vain, but she can't help it if there's a swelling of pride for a job well done. She does a slight turn, unable to resist watching her gown catch the light from the corner of her eye.     ❝   Ragna definitely had some thoughts on it... He's hovering by the food, like usual. Did you come here with anyone ?   ❞ ⠀

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" Oh, for sure. It's been a helluva good time. My scene's usually a bit more wilder than this. But I can always appreciate a classy event. " he says with a laugh. " What about you? Enjoying the night so far? "

he tilts his head slightly, before nodding. “She wanted to come.” and then, she had prepared them before he had even picked up the eyeliner. the brush would have to rest for a few hours until they returned or the ink would go to waste. “Have you been enjoying the celebrations?”

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" Then go blind and lose your sense of smell. " is his immediate response. He cares little for anyone's comments at the moment. Far too focused on getting at least four drinks in him before he fucks off to another bar and repeats the process. The Frenchwoman was right to assume that he had gotten into a scuffle—a rather annoying one if you asked him. Nothing remotely thrilling at all. Perhaps his annoyance at such a piss-poor excuse for a brawl is why he might have overdid it a tad and caused those men to bleed. Oh, well. They had it coming.

" You new? " he asks after ordering himself a two liter glass of the house beer. " Haven't seen you around before. Cool outfit. " he says with surprising sincerity. Following that, he would spend the next several seconds chugging an inhuman amount of beer as if the idea of kidney failure meant nothing to him. As horrifying of a sight as it must be to witness, at the very least you couldn't deny the fact that he at least seemed rather happy.

Damn shame that wouldn't last long.

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she hated this city, being powerless as she found herself somewhere she knew she didn't belong. it wasn't the worst since she found master and several other servants throughout, but the city still left a bad taste in her mouth.

at least the alcohol was palatable

she had taken a recent liking to a local bar not heavily trafficked. it smelled like thick smoke and looked like someone trashed the place and constantly had at least one or two people getting into a brawl, but it was a quiet place for her to think and not have to deal with anyone in general.

until slight curiosity got the better of her

she initially ignored them, having watched him slam through the bar doors with almost enough force to break the door down (for the fifth time this week). he was clearly another drunk and from the blood recently the winner of some fight. she figured she could get some kind of entertainment out of them before he either passed out or kicked the bucket from alcohol poisoning.

' you look and smell like shit. '

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" Huh? Oh, sorry about that. I'm all good. "

Incredible. Doesn't he remember that it's impolite to stare? For shame. Though in truth, it was a bit hard to blame him for doing so. It's not every day you see someone walking around the city in an outfit like hers. As far as Django knew, Spirale didn't exactly have any sort of military base, let alone on the rest of the island either. Who was this girl exactly?

" Actually, do you mind if I ask you a question? You wouldn't happen to be military at all, would you? "

"Is there something you need?"

She wasn't against helping someone who needed her help but there was really only so much Rapi could do from her own own. Sure not all of her strength was gone but still he seemed like he could hold his own. Even then menial tasks didn't seem on his mind either?

"Not to be rude but you've been staring for quite some time. If you needed help I'll be more then willing to assist you. As long as it isn't too out there..."

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" Ugh. Feels like I haven't gotten any downtime in months. Jeez, man. The holidays can be such a freakin' drag sometimes for us big money hustlers. Well, at least things've finally calmed down. Wonder what everyone's been up to. "

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There's a sense of peace to be found in the Mistwood compared to the hustle and bustle of Spirale. A feeling which Django has grown to appreciate quite a bit as the years went on. Perhaps a life filled with nothing but death and violence wasn't all it was cracked up to be once you've had a taste of what a simple life had to offer. Yet even he knew that a man such as himself could never let go of what one may consider the very foundation of what made him who he is today.

For better, or for worse.

Interpersonal nonsense aside, Django was just simply glad to be out of the city for a few days. He recalls moments from his childhood where his family—his mother especially—would show him the essentials of what it meant to survive in the great outdoors. Such lessons were further expanded upon by a rather unlikely companion during a fairly memorable trip to these same woods some years prior. One who he would make sure to visit sometime soon as it had been a while since last they spoke.

With nothing but the music from his stereo and the fire crackling before him to keep him company, Django begins to prepare himself a dinner fit for a king. Onto a grill that had been placed over the fire would go several steaks along with diced up and seasoned potatoes. The aroma would no doubt attract all manner of wildlife towards his little camp, but that was something for future Django and the several weapons he kept on hand to worry about.

Which was about three minutes from now.

" ..... "

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" What's a guy supposed to do for his birthday when the flow of time here practically feels non-existent? Can't tell if I've even aged a day since coming here, what, six years ago? Jeez. Well, I guess experience is another way you could measure things. Most of us ain't the exact same person we were after getting kidnapped. So I guess that's gotta count for something, right? "

" Ugh! This is getting ridiculous. Who gives a rat's ass about introspection and all that crap when I could be stuffing my face at a buffet. "

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To be worried about like this was something that Django still found difficulty in accepting. Don't get me wrong, the man appreciates it quite a lot. How better it is to have others be there in your life and worry for your well-being than to find yourself losing all sense of yourself due to loneliness. A sentiment that had taken the former gangster far too long to understand.

But my god does it feel just the tiniest bit embarrassing.

" Yeah, that sounds familiar... " he replies back in a half-hearted grumble. " Got some bruising around my abdomen. I'm sure it's fine. "

"Haven't I told you to be more careful?"

There's a twinge of frustration in her voice, but it's more from concern than anything else. In a way, he's similar to Clive -- Diving right in to a situation that ends with injury. Thankfully, it's nothing serious enough that requires more than a bandage. So Jill dutifully sits by his side, carefully wrapping the small wound.

"Are you hurt anywhere else? Tell me the truth."

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" Trust me, babe. It ain't the first time I've been burnt to a crisp. " Nor was it the first time he made light of a traumatizing event that nearly put him six feet under. " No worries. I promise to be a good boy. " he continues. Even with a mask concealing that handsome face of his, it was quite apparent that Django was grinning like a buffoon underneath it. All too excited at the prospect of getting even the tiniest bit of affection from such an enchanting woman.

" Well, I can't deny that seeing you in a nurse's outfit would pretty much make the rest of my year and the next. But if I may be so bold, I'd take a guess that you and I would be REAL disappointed if my body were out of commission for any amount of time. "

" Oh! Here's a fun question. " Django begins as he grabs two drinks from a service tray. " What's the wildest thing you've ever seen at a party? Any kind! I'll tell ya right now that I've got soooo much blackmail on people that it'd probably disrupt the political landscape back home for decades. "

lips curve into something of a smirk as the witch laughs– whether he knew it or not, he was quite on the mark there. she holds many memories of such scenarios, whether it be from her being personally involved or coming across such a situation. " I don't doubt you. But I've seen plenty of clever ways those in high society would hide their debauchery– though from how highly you speak of the host, I don't believe much of that will happen. "

no, she believes people will be far too preoccupied with enjoying the night to its fullest for as long as they were allowed to.

" Please do your best not to. I'd hate to have my date get charred to a crisp because he took on a few too many drinking challenges. It'll make that good night kiss all the more difficult." not for her, mind you, but for him. of course, she doesn't bother elaborating on her words nor shows any hint of doing so, quite content to enjoy the liesurely pace to the main event. for someone who has spent many centuries always on the move, it was nice to not have to worry about having to look over her shoulder at every shadow that flickered as she passed.

" Unless your goal is to have me nurse you back to health. "

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Having accidentally swung the door wide open for Kaeya to work his magic, Django begins to really think about the question he's been asked. Just how familiar was he with the city and its many branches? One would assume that having lived here for about six years now, Django would have come to know this island like the back of his hand. Potentially even more so than his own hometown by this point; a terrifying thought that sends a shiver down his spine. Yet, with all that has gone in his life during his seemingly permanent stay on the island of Radiale, has he really put in the effort to memorize its layout?

" Uh, to tell you the truth, I think I might be lacking a bit in that department. " he replies back, seemingly ashamed of himself. " This place feels like it's constantly changing, so it's been hard to keep up when my time's been taken up by other things. I'll give ya this though; Im more familiar with Spirale and the Mistwood. So if ya ever need help with either of those, I guess you can rely on me. "

OH, WELL THAT WAS A TWIST. honestly, he hadn't expected it to be taken that way, though he figures it may be a little fun to mess around in that regard. how long has it been since he's played up some bold faced lie? ❝ That's right. Thank you for the welcome, ❞ he speaks, as natural as ever, just like he were fresh and new to this island instead of, well... being here for going on three years.

❝ Haha. You never know what someone might be looking for. It could've been their lucky day. But I've had the luxury of seeing my home, ❞ he speaks, a technical truth, albeit under the guise of not divulging too much. ❝ Ah. But that doesn't help much when the rest of the island is just as much of a mystery to me, does it? It seems there's quite a bit to take in... are you familiar with this place, then? ❞

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" Trust me, I ain't looking at you for whatever it is you may be thinking. "

Blunt and to the point. Sure, it comes off as rude. But Django would rather make his intentions clear than dance around the matter like some idiot fumbling over his words. An encounter like this wasn't exactly his first rodeo, nor would it be his last. Every single day the island brought forth all manner of people with different sorts of temperaments. Hers was nothing new or really anything that concerned him. As the retired gangster tends to think: it is what it is.

" I'm curious about your outfit. I run a fashion company on this island and was thinking of designing clothing similar in style to yours. Would it be alright to ask you a few questions? If not, then it's no biggie. Apologies for gawking at you like some slack-jawed weirdo. "

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀Has anyone ever told you how rude it is to stare ?⠀❜ ⠀

⠀⠀⠀NOT ⠀that it was a new experience for her. It wasn't even a new experience before she became a Nikke. But in a place like this, inexplicably thriving and surrounded by water, her unease tends to make it feel as though she's always being watched — so being actively gawked at doesn't exactly ease the mind.

⠀⠀⠀The irony isn't lost on her — somehow getting acknowledgment and recognition everywhere she goes, but not the kind she wanted and not from humans that mattered. He hasn't even said anything yet, but he's agitating her; he's committing the crime of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀I would hope you have a point to make, or a question to ask. If it isn't worth my time, one of us will have to leave.⠀❜ ⠀

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" And why would I go and reveal my source? " he replies back with the confidence of a man who knew good and well he didn't have jack shit. In truth, Django was mostly going off of a few rumors he had heard in passing. The usual sort of gossip you'd come across from people trying to live their day-to-day while dealing with the assortment of weirdos populating your island home. Which is saying a lot when said island is already pretty freakin' out there.

" So let me get this straight. " he replies back, ignoring that little comment about a second magazine. " If I were to give you an outfit that's 100% completed—every seam sewn up, button put in its place, and sized correctly—you'd be able to make an exact replica? Or am I missing a couple of rules here with your funny little skills. "

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⠀⠀⠀⠀"Wha— who told you I could do that?" It's old habit for Shirou to hide his magic from the normal world, even when this world is far from normal in countless ways. So it wouldn't be far-fetched if word of mouth managed to reach the ears of random people from certain incidents... Or maybe someone just casually mentioned it to— Boss? ... Mister The Boss? At any rate— the opened magazine held up by the older man shows some expensive clothes, presumably from one of his own clothing stores. And the question he just asked was rather...

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Well... Putting that aside— I can't actually... make something I haven't actually seen in person. I have no idea what those clothes are made of, so I couldn't make anything remotely close to them with just pictures and verbal details. ... Unless— you just want an extra magazine?"

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Event looks pretty intoresting. Plenty of series on the masterlist that I'm familiar with, so this could go in a bunch of directions. Much to think about.

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" Oh, come on! Would it really be so bad? I mean, Europeans give their kids wine when they're like 10 or whatever. Ain't no harm in giving 'em a sip. "

"Just don't end up letting your mind wander and accidentally give out a cold one to the trick-or-treaters. That might get you into some trouble."

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" The only downside of living in a penthouse during Halloween is I can't hand out candy like normal. Guess the only way I could fix that is t' just sit outside the building while I'm in costume. "

" I just hope y'all don't mind me drinkin' a six-pack at the same time! "

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Most would probably assume a man of his stature wasn't much of a reader in the first place. The reputation Django had built up over the past several years didn't exactly help either, for how would anyone think that a guy who spends his free time picking fights in the seedier parts of this city would ever sit down and read something like Leaves of Grass, or even Crime and Punishment. But as most have often said "looks can be deceiving". Or at least in this particular case "looks can be deceiving, but you're not wrong for thinking this one's a violent and wild son of a bitch. though I swear to god he actually likes to read too".

And while some may find assumptions being made of their person to be rather annoying, Django saw it more as an opportunity to mess with others. So what better a moment to make an ass of himself than in front of a teenager! I mean, they find that kinda shit funny, right? Right?!?!

" Nah, but I can point out where all the nice gear is if that's what you're looking for. " He would pause for a moment to add comedic tension before continuing.

" Waaaait a minute; this ain't the sports store! How the hell did I wind up here? Ugh. This is what I get for being illiterate. "

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This city might have somehow been stranger than that place, but Cheryl supposed things couldn’t be all bad if it had so many fun and interesting places. No mall she had ever been to could compare to the Mermaid Cove Mall, and she’d already spent many hours window shopping. She didn’t really understand the new fashion or gadgets just yet, but she’d heard her own father say similar things in the past, so perhaps it was just something natural. Thinking of her father left her with a bittersweet smile each time, and she couldn’t help but wonder what he would think of this strange island.

He’d probably just be a worrywart…

Cheryl sighed as such thoughts filled her brain; she turned the corner of the bookstore she had been browsing though for the last few minutes. She’d wondered if any of her father’s novels could be found here, but the way this store was organized was so odd. There were young adult novels mixed in with romance or mystery books– just where was the logic here? If there was any, Cheryl hadn’t deduced it yet.

She sighed as she moved to a new aisle. Cheryl supposed she could ask an employee, but she hadn’t seen one upon entering the store. What if there weren’t any? That would be awkward…

Suddenly, movement and a figure thereof drifted into her peripheral vision, and Cheryl jumped. Her reflexes were still a bit jumpy, but she couldn’t help it. Cheryl assumed the large person she saw had to be an employee.

“Um, excuse me…”

Cheryl paused, giving the man a more thorough look.

(Talk about awkward…)

“Oh, sorry…. you definitely don’t work here, huh?”

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