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Asellus     The makeshift party comprised of people who came to Facinaturu for a very different party are accompanying both an emerald-haired man and a young woman with a different shade of green to her hair down a long, winding set of stairs seemingly carved out of the side of some enormous tree or other plant, at the base of Chaeteau Aiguille, a tiny 'village' known as Rootville. It looks as though there are no more than 5 buildings in all of Rootivlle, and while the glowing crystal flowers everywhere, and the craftmanship of the houses certainly does not indicate poverty, it also does not speak of wealth or privilege either.

    The castle was quite austere in terms of demonstrations of opulence, seeming empty, a place people 'use' but not necessarily a place they 'live'. So maybe that's just how it is here. No meaningless displays of riches, instead sparing that for artistic arrangements instead.

    Asellus is still confused by everything going on, but trying to come to grips with the huge changes in her life now. She died. She was resurrected. Now she's no longer human. So now she has obligations to this kingdom as a member of a different race?

    What?

    It's far too much to absorb all at once, so it makes a degree of sense that she's focused on just one thing for now, getting to this dress shop and getting her blood-stained clothes replaced. The circuit leads them gradually downwards, along an unpaved wooden path formed of roots and dirt, until they end in a two-story building, where yellow lights pulse out of the two windows on the second floor, one in front and one one on the side.

    The design is like some weird cross between a tile-roofed European cottage and an eastern pagoda or something, with thorns and other discordant decorations intermixed. Like the building just grew naturally into the shape it now assumes by random change instead of being built with a clear direction in mind.

    As with everywhere else in Facinaturu, it seems, light is provided by crystals, glowing flowers, and magic.

    Ildon, the Mystic in charge of instructing Asellus, is leading the way. He is not much of a conversationalist.
Rarity It took a bit of fussy and enduring complaints that the party wasn't much of a party in the end, but Rarity did finally get her younger sister on one of the magic carriages to return home, promising she would be back as soon as possible. After the things that had been revealed att he end she just didn't feel safe having Sweetie Belle here. Heck, she doesn't really feel safe being here hereself.

But first she had to prevent a possible fashion disaster from happening and making some poor girl's unexpected escape from death even more miserable.

"Now now dear, don't look so downtrodden. We will find something to replace those... remenants you are still wearing." Ildon doesn't need to talk, she can do plenty of it herself. "At least as you try to figure out the rest of this kerfluffle you will not have to be concerned with freezing your knickers off."

Rarity pauses, glancing off to the side and looking around. "Not that it seems to be very cool here..."
Marisa Kirisame Wow, this is uh.

This is a little worse than 'familiar.' A teeny-tiny village being lorded over by a bunch of supernatural creepers? Weird fusion of western and eastern aesthetics? Literal vampires?

Is this what the Human Village in Gensokyo would be like if Remilemilemkins was in charge?

Hmn.

"No, it seems pretty sucky actually. Like, the opposite of cool," Marisa answers the mysterious talking horse as she strolls all casual-like at the rear of the group. Her hands are locked lazily behind her head as she peers from here to there. "...Man. I can't even imagine living in a place like this. How many people are even here, anyway?"
Josuke Higashikata Somehow Josuke's had time to get out and change clothes. So when he comes back, he looks every bit the part of a nobleman, in the navy blue blazer and slacks, with the purple cravat and waistcoat. Still the same hairstyle, though. There are some things he won't change for anyone.

Anyway, he's not depending on Ildon much for conversation. Maybe he understands a little of what Asellus is going through, since he's been trying to engage her in conversation about anything but the situation itself -- the configuration of that particular crystal formation over there, how it always seems dark here, maybe her life up to this point. Small talk. He can do that!

Marisa's words get a smirk though. "I think she means temperature-wise," he notes. Then he stage-whispers to her, "Though you're right, it isn't. Not at all."
Asellus     Asellus knows little about the surroundings, so Josuke and Marisa and Rarity's guesses are as good as hers about crystal formations and light levels. "Different regions have different elements to them. Some have a day and night cycle, some are always day or always night. Some always have variable weather, some always have the same weather, and some have constant types of weather but each in its own area within the same region. That's what I learned in school anyway. I live--lived in Shrike, with my aunt. Before... Coming here, I'd never been to any other regions." Talking about other stuff does seem to be helping in calming her down.

    At the question of how many people are here, Ildon deigns to answer. "Less than a dozen. Primarily humans, but there are a few outliers in the form of Monster races."

    Asellus looks to Rarity. Whatever other people may be used to, talking ponies isn't something she is wholly accustomed to. She decided to break the ice a bit with this helpful equine who is trying to guarantee she get the best fit.

    "So you're a horse, then." she says casually.

    Nailed it.

    They arrive quickly enough at the door of the tailor shop, as announced by Ildon, to perhaps forestall whatever reply there would be to Asellus's high-level social skills.
Marisa Kirisame "A horse is a horse of course of course~" Marisa sing-songs along with Asellus' groundbreaking conclusion. "Well, she's a very pretty horse though, isn't she? I wonder how many hours it takes to get that mane so shiny? Eh, whatever~ A good cold shower in the morning is all a body needs, I say!"

Says the girl who lives out in the woods doing horrible alchemy all the time.

There are probably mushrooms growing in her shower.

Not, like, just because it's dirty in there or anything. She probably actually literally grows mushrooms in her shower because it's a convenient dark, damp place.

She casts Josuke a conspiratorial wink then, though. It's a [look] that seems to say 'we'll just have to [light this place up] a bit later.' Being a Jojo, he should know immediately what he means.

That is: Oh my God we need to help these people.
Rarity     There is a faint shudder through Rarity when 'always night' is mentioned. That is always going to bring up a faint twinge, no matter how long Nightmare Moon has been out of the picture.

    "Unicorn, actually," Rarity replies, pointing at her horn with one hoof. For as easy as it could be there's no attempt at snark in her reply. The poor girl has been through enough as it is.

    That and they have reached their destination. "Well, what are we waiting for?" Rarity, as determined to see what the local concept of 'fashion' is as she intends to help poor Asellus out, heads straight for the door to swing open and head inside. No reason to let Ildon drag things out with his droll lack of being interesting. Honestly, you could of easily just given him a bland normal name to go with being such. Like Richard. Or John.
Josuke Higashikata Josuke realizes something -- if Asellus lived in Shrike... her aunt might not even realize what's happened to Asellus. Maybe she needs to know? He pouts a bit, thoughtfully. Since it is always a pout; he never actually '''frowns''' unless he's legitimately angry about something. Well, either way, that's something to talk to Asellus later about. Right now, in front of Ildon, is probably not the best place and time to ask if she'd like him to get a message to her aunt.

Anyway. Tailor's shop it is! He grins a little at the observation of Rarity. "I don't think it's exactly the same," he notes. But apart from that he'll leave Rarity to explain it. Marisa's look gets a blink. And then his brows draw down in a firm expression, and he nods once.

But he also says something about the shower comment! "You shouldn't wash your hair too often, though. It'll get dry." Considering he manages to keep a pompadour and it isn't like someone crusted it over with mud, he might know a little about hair care.
Asellus     "Oh. Sorry." Asellus says awkwardly. "...The ones that only talk to maidens?" She looks to Marisa. And then Josuke. Perhaps wondering what it says about them that a unicorn is in their willing company. :|9

    As they enter the tailor shop, a dimly lit circular room with chests of drawers along the walls, a table in the middle of the room upon a round blue rug, a couple of red sitting stools, and a few dresses on display but mostly just stands with prop bodies, they are gretted by a young woman with white hair. "Hello..." she says quietly. There's a brown-haired man behind the counter at the far end, where the only light source is situated -- another of those crystal structures, in a pot or on a pedestal or something.

    The girl seems human. And frightened. And a little bit entranced by Asellus's no-doubt worrisome appearance, what with the blood stains and all. Josuke fixed the holes at least.

    When Ildon enters behind them, the man behind the counter comes rushing out. "G-Good evening..." He stops before Ildon as the caped Mystic stands in the middle of the room looking bored. "It is an honor that a noble mystic would visit my lowly shop."

    Ildon simply says, "Go get the dress I ordered."

    "Yes, just a moment." the tailor answers.

    "Put it on her." he orders.

    "Pardon?"

    "Hurry up." he snaps.

    "Y-yes, sir." the tailor stammers in fear. Then he turns to the girl. "Gina."

    The white-haired woman conceals all emotion as best she can, and says, "This way, please."

    With a slightly worried backwards glance at the others, Asellus follows Gina as the latter leads the way upstairs, and the tailor follows after, leaving everyone else with Ildon downstairs.
Marisa Kirisame "Eeeeh. I mean, you're right and all," Marisa says, running a hand through her ~majestic golden locks.~ "But I kind of live in the middle of nowhere. I get dirty pretty quick when I'm out in the woods, you know? Gotta wash regularly or the nasties set in."

But then Rarity points out that she is a GODDAMN UNICORN. Marisa... Just kind of shrugs??

"Horse, unicorn, pegasus, whatever. I can fly and do magic, so it's all horses to me. 'Course it was kind of hard to tell with your uh. Manestyle? Hairstyle? I'unno." Marisa shrugs. SHE IS HELPFUL.

It's a good thing she can't continue this line of conversation. They arrive at the tailor's, which is worked by... An adorably, mousy girl and some older gentleman? The crystal is glowing. So those things have to be magic. Good to know. "Hey there miss," Marisa chimes as Gina scrambles all over like a scared little churchmouse in the presence of a big hungry cat whose patience and grace are the only reasons it isn't eating her yet. "Don't you mind Illy. He's a big teddy bear, honest!"

She's lying, of course.

Marisa always lies.

Except when she doesn't.

She watches Gina scurry Asellus on upstairs and scratches idly at her cheek. "Was that really necessary? I mean. She can dress herself. She's a big girl, isn't she?"
Rarity "Only maidens? How dreadfully boring that must be." Rarity muses. "Oh yes. While it is good to keep clean, washing too often can cause dry scalp and split ends." At which she shivers like that's the worst possible thing to happen.

... And then the moment is sort of forgotten as her attention is promptly stolen by the store's displays. While pointedly ignoring Ildon's dry lack of any sort of charm.
Josuke Higashikata Josuke blinks at the look from Asellus. He's not really familiar with the legend of unicorns and maidens, truthfully, so he doesn't quite understand why he's being looked at so weirdly.

But hey! They're at the shop. Though, Ildon being a brusque pain in the butt is... actually pretty familiar. Reminds him of Jotaro, a little. But when he scares the tailor, Josuke makes doubly sure that he offers a reassuring look to the tailor. "Thank you, sir," he offers -- again, to the tailor -- and bows politely.

Marisa's assurances get a snicker, but he tries to stifle it. Wouldn't do to embarrass Ildon much. But either way, Josuke's not about to let Ildon hurt the tailor or his (apparent) daughter. Though he does point out, "Well... it's a symbol of status for someone else to dress her. Also the dress might still need some alterations -- she'd know how the dress was supposed to fit, so she'd know how to alter it best. 'Final fitting', you know?"

He sounds like he's had an outfit or two made for him.

Rarity mentions SPLIT ENDS? Josuke shudders too. "I '''hate''' those," he notes, wrinkling his nose in distaste. "They stick out all over the place, and it's impossible to get them to sit like they're supposed to."
Asellus     Ildon looks balefully towards Marisa after the tailor leaves, amid jibes and reassurances. "If not out of respect for our laws and codes of conduct, then at least comport yourself appropriately for her sake." His eyes shine with clear understanding. "I can already tell you're attached to her. It's my job to teach her how to act like a mystic, but you three were recruited to teach her about the worlds you come from. If she picks up bad habits from you, and offends Lord Orlouge or one of his other guests, all of us may suffer the consequences. Maybe you wouldn't mind seeing me go, but as long as you are her tutors, you should consider what you're teaching her with the example you set. And who might get hurt for it."

    He then turns away to look around the shop, the fire of life in his eyes going out of them again as boredom creeps up on him again. He may be a jerk, but maybe, in his own jerkish way, he's looking out for them. Or at least for Asellus. Maybe even those in power are being oppressed.

    The dresses are few, but where they are, they are definitely both high quality and unusual. They shimmer with magic energy embroidered into them. They sparkle like a canvas of stars in varying hues in the dark, and they catch the light easily, sending it into a scintillating curtain of chromatic hues. There's some sort of illusion woven into the fabric itself to enhance the wearer's looks, to make them look fabulous even when worn and ragged by battle, and to keep grime and dirt from the environment from staining it.

    All this work for something that is essentially just a comsetic item...!

    Josuke's guess about the final touches is likely accurate. Even if it was made in advance, you don't just slap something like this on random girls that walk into your shop covered in blood. You need to make sure the dress and its wearer go together properly. And when magic is added in, that's a whole other set of factors to consider.
Rarity     To some it may just be 'cosmetic items' but to others it is an art one has based their life and profession around.

The way Orlouge spoke of his 'people(?)' being some sort of mystical high society Rarity isn't surprised to find the tailor shop to be the sort of a few high quality pieces of work. The little magical touches may go unnoticed by most but she uses similar accents to her own work and such details are not the type of thing to be overlooked.

    Though it leaves the question if these Mystics are expected to fight, or to be attacked a lot, or why would enchantments to maintain appearances even in the ravages of combat?

"His Lordship certainly did not choose sparingly in whom to have the tailorship done by," is her final verdict of the shop's craftmanship.
Marisa Kirisame     "You know her situation as well as I do," Marisa says with unfamiliar gravitas. "You want to show her how to be one of you, fine. But I don't want her to forget how to be one of us either. As long as [acting] like a Mystic is all that you or she does, then I've done my job right."

She turns her eyes away, then, and instead goes to peer at the clothes. She's... Only kind of blankly staring at the things on the racks. There's a sense of barely-constrained energy, like someone in the room is trying very, very hard to keep well-trained first impulses under control.

She hasn't started flying around spamming lasers at vampires yet. That's honestly an impressive first step by Marisa-ian standards.
Josuke Higashikata Josuke's not cowed by Ildon -- he doesn't have the kind of magnetic charisma that Orlouge had (and Josuke is going to refer to Orlouge as Earl Douche, at least mentally, forever). He can actually understand where Ildon's coming from, though... and Josuke's plan was for Asellus to at least pretend to be a nice polite little slave until she had enough power and knowledge (and possibly assistance) to topple what was clearly a vampire lord. And he might poke the Speedwagon Foundation for UV lasers, if he finds out they work. He doesn't like having to ask them for anything, but for this, he will.

But he gives a reassuring smile to Ildon as well. "Don't worry!" he assures. "There shouldn't be any bad habits she'd pick up from me. I'm generally nice as long as I don't have to defend myself!" And there's that boyish grin, one of the few times he really LOOKS his actual age of sixteen. Rarity's words get him to pay attention to the stuff in the shop, though, and he takes a good look at it. "Wow.... yeah, this all looks like super-expensive stuff! But I can understand a little, there's only one place I get my shoes and socks from. Nobody else makes them right." That wasn't a challenge, mind.
Asellus     "I'll take your words under advisement. The court of mystics is not a place that encourages honesty and openness." Meaning both that he must be suspicious of any promises or claims of intent as a matter of protocol, and also that outsiders to the court might be the only ones he can be open and honest with. "He is one of two crafters. The other, Gozarus, deals in more esoteric and fanciful magic tools. Magic hourglasses and mind-protecting belts and what not. They have their uses but he is barely worth mentioning. When a mystic needs an outfit that befits us and our position, this is where we come."

    Ildon looks in Josuke's direction at his reassurance that he won't teach any bad habits. He wrinkles his nose a bit as he looks between the teenager and the 'magician'. "When it comes to bathing sufficiently, I disagree." He looks away and says, "Let's just say that humans have a very distinctive odor that isn't aided by going without basic hygiene."

    When Asellus comes back downstairs she's in a red and magenta outfit of some kind, ornate, with white frills around the collar, and a jeweled brooch or something at about the collarbone. It's not exactly what one initially thinks of when one thinks of a 'dress', since it includes pants and boots and the 'skirts' are open in the front, making it more like a very fancy coat than a gown or something, but it's definitely of the same sort of magical material. She looks quite different.

    When Ildon sees her, he says, "Now you look like a mystic. Let's go back to the castle." Ildon then exits the building, with Asellus in tow.

    The tailor stands downstairs with the trio left behind as a result, along with Gina. They seem far less guarded about their speech without Mystics around.

    "That was a woman?" Gina asks, as if she still can't believe it after helping Asellus get dressed.

    "ansi(hw,It wasn't a prince.)]" the tailor says. "Either way, it's a mystic." The tailor then starts heading for the stairs again, possibly to dispose of the worn and bloody clothing left behind, leaving Gina appearing troubled and with a distant-look in her eyes as she holds her hands close to her chest, gazing at the door that Asellus so recently departed through.
Rarity     Rarity can't help but smile a little to herself at the bewilderment of Gina that their customer had actually been a woman. She did look rather less so in the dirty torn bits of clothing.
    "Amazing what the proper outfit can do some time, is it not." Rarity turns and holds one foreleg to her barrel as she dips into a low and very proper bow. The Equestrian equivilent of such at least. "You have done fabulously in bring out what was hidden beneath the rags and unkempt roughery." She doesn't mention the blood. Too squickish.

    She would love to stay and examine the local fashions more, but Ildon is making no waste of time in exiting again. "Come along dahlings, we best not let them get too far ahead of us."
Marisa Kirisame Marisa feign-gasps at Ildon's assertion that she stinks. "What! What! A travesty I say, sir! A cavalcade of lies spew from his lordship's lips! Why, I wager nonhumans smell just as much as humans do, in their own particular ways!" Marisa harrumphs, sauntering past the Mystic Lord. She cranes her head just a little bit as if turning up her nose. But in reality, she is in fact giving a sniff.

Not of herself.

What does Ildon smell like, huh!? Probably flowers and daintiness and LIES.

(At least she's being subtle about her oflactory adventures.)

But then Asellus descends in... Uh. Hm. Marisa blinks a couple of times between the magenta-clad half-mystic and the snowy haired girl attending to her. She leans over to Rarity and very subtly whispers, "I thought she was supposed to be getting a dress. Do those have pants in fashion land?"

Marisa is genuinely unsure.

But, well, facts are facts! Marisa nods in... approval? Confusion? She's a good actress, so it's hard to tell which. "Looking better already! The bloodstained look really wasn't working for you, you know?" Ildon straight up abducts her shortly thereafter. Marisa huffs and then shrugs at the others. But...

    "Gozarus, huh?" Marisa murmurs contemplatively, pinching at her chin in thought. "Mmmmn, well, magic tools and cool doodads are way more my speed than this kind of thing. I think I'll stop by before I head back up to the castle..."
Josuke Higashikata Josuke tilts his head. "Well... I don't really have any reason not to be honest with you about that, so..." He shrugs, hands palm-up near his shoulders. He has reasons to be dishonest about other things, of course. Besides, it's not that Josuke's not dishonest. It's just really hard for him to lie to people he likes. To anybody else, particularly someone he DOESN'T LIKE? Yeah, that's easy as pie. Ironically that means Ildon DOES have Josuke to worry about. The trick is, making it seem like he DOESN'T.

The mention of humans 'having a distinctive odor' gets a snort. He has to repress a comment. "I didn't say 'don't bathe'," he notes. "Just that using harsh cleaners on the hair too often can make it dry out. How often is 'too often' depends on the person." Also Ildon might note that Josuke wears cologne that compliments his body chemistry, so his 'humanstink' is at least mitigated a little by that. Josuke is rather metrosexual, and concerns himself with such things as how he looks -- and how he smells!

Asellus comes back out, and Josuke blinks. "Wow... you look really nice," he compliments, with a smile. He'd been expecting a literal dress too... but hey, she wears this well! Ildon's quick on the uptake, though, and starts ushering Asellus out. "Oh hey! Wait a sec!" he calls, hurrying after. Yeah, he's pretty informal. Then again, he hasn't really seen the need to ACT formal around this guy Ildon.
Asellus     Ildon smelled blue. If blue had a smell, his would have been that smell. It might be magical or just how the brain interprets some exotic flower or something. But 'blue' is definitely the word the springs to mind when Marisa attempts to sniff him. Or maybe that's lavendar, who knows.

    The master tailor seems a bit awkward but accepts Rarity's words. "Thank you. I am doing what I can to teach Gina everything I know. Perhaps your own knowledge might be useful in her education if you care to share it. If you will forgive me for asking, are you visitors to Facinaturu? Customers?" Rarity may be leaving shortly, but there's little opportunity for contact with others outside of the same bunch of faces, and just as much as there is suspicion and fear, there is also the eagerness to know what goes on outside... And maybe something else. "If you have a way of leaving here then--" But he suddenly snaps his mouth shut. Perhaps he is talking too openly with strangers in a place where he might be overheard. "Never mind. Please forgive me and have a safe journey."

    Gina continues staring dreamily after the departed mystics. She'll probably remain that way until after everyone is gone, unless snapped out of it.

    Asellus, once rejoined by the others, looks like she at least FEELS awkward in this clothing even if it's making her look more noble. She's not used to it at all. She flushes a little bit at the praise from everyone. "Okay already. I mean, thanks. I just, uh... Anyway, yeah. Not wearing bloody clothes will make just about anyone look better. Even me." She pauses behind Ildon, and says, "What about this Gozarus person? I'd like to see what he makes too." There, now there's an excuse to let strangers see more of this place without seeming suspicious for wanting to sneak off unobserved.

    "...Fine. It's this one up here." Ildon leads the way up some stairs to one of the more elevated buildings, and then inside. Those who come with him find themselves in a msytical workshop of sorts. Tools of magic rather than metal smithing lie around, crystals brimming with magical energy glow. And some hulking green guy stands there, eyeing the new arrivals warily. Really buff goblin? Slightly short orc? Whatever the case, he greets everyone with, "Welcome." He doesn't sound like they're very welcome, but maybe he's just cautious about Ildon.
Rarity     Rarity pauses in departing. "Yes, we are. We have been.. requested in assisting in learning about the lands we come from... I fear my form would be difficult for you to work with on such short notice my good man, or mayhaps I would."

    Though as she's answering that with a few carefully chosen words the unicorn turns and trots back, specifically to Gina. While she has her concern for Asellus's wellbeing is certainly important, she just cannot pass up the oppritunity, even a small and quick one, to share some with another aspiring artist. There is likely a great many nuggets of advice she could give, but there is no need to deliberate on the one she should pass on, after what she has seen both here and of the 'high society' way the Mystics present themselves.

    She puts a hoof lightly on the girl's shoulder to get her attention from her revere for a moment. "I have no doubt monsuier will be able to educate you most effectively. So, I shall simply leave you with a small but important piece of advice that mayhaps you can apply to your craft." She gestures at herself and her own fancy dress with the other hoof. "While this is what the others will see of your work..."

    She pauses a moment for effect, moving to put her hoof upon the girl's chest, over her heart. "What you want that to make visible comes from here."
Marisa Kirisame Marisa's gaze flickers towards the tailor's sudden outburst. She lifts a finger to her lips and offers a quick wink with her side-line eye. And then just like that, she's gone. Probably for the best, too! Because their next stop is...

Well.

Uh.

Marisa is certainly almost drooling over the magical doo-dads and gee-gaws on display. You can practically hear the excitement in the air. It sounds like a teapot's whistle steaming.

"Oh my gosh look at all of it! There's so much! Aaaa!" The witch is positively jubilant. If there's a glass case, she's pressing her face right up against it. If there's a hands-on display she's already fidgeting with what's on sale and trying to figure out what everything does.

And then she notices the merchant.

"Why hello there my good goblinoid friend!" Marisa flashes her brightest, most infectious smile. "I must say, as a fellow connisseur of magical items and artifacts, I'm very impressed by your collection! Oh, but where are my manners~" She laughs and extends a hand, "Marisa Kirisame! Witch of Another World, Ordinary Magician, and the one who will someday capture all the stars in the sky with her magic! Nice to meet you. Did you make all of this yourself?"
Josuke Higashikata Asellus gets a grin when she directs Ildon to take the party to the magic shop. And then he notes, "And knowing more about what's near her new home, that should be of use to her too, right? Especially considering if someone tries to attack her, they may use something like this. So getting familiar with it could be useful." Yeah, he's talking shit, but HEY. This is a thing that he does. Sometimes it even works!

Though himself, when he walks into the shop, he's quite amazed by it all. "Whoaaa..." he breathes. He'd never really been in a magic shop before. Though... most of this would probably be useless to him, since he doesn't use magic, it's still amazing to see it all gathered. To the merchant, he offers a simple, if friendly greeting -- "Hello!" Hopefully that doesn't instantly make him suspicious.
Asellus     The tailor snorts a bit in mild amusement. "Mystics with human shape aren't the only kind there are. I'm sure I could manage something for you, though, yes, we've spent an entire year working on each of the dresses for the 'Charm Prince' for the last ten years. A bit more time would be best. But if you want to put in an order, let me know."

    Gina startles as a hoof is placed on her shoulder. "A-ah?" She listens to the words from the unicorn, trying to compose herself. She may not be a mystic, but the people of Rootville are so downtrodden that she tries to behave submissively regardless of who is accosting her. Though in this case it's... To give advice?

    She isn't sure what to make of being hoofed in the heart, but it seems a gentle enough gesture. "...Yes. I'll remember that, madame."

    Ildon hangs back by the door in Gozarus' worskhop..

    Asellus gets the uncomfortable sensation that Gozarus is glaring at her so she also stays by the door.

    Gozarus responds cautiously to Marisa. "Gozarus. Yes, I make everything you see here. A lot of it's unfinished though. I do only my best for Lord Orlouge." The careful way he's speaking while never really letting his eyes leave the mystics at the door shows they aren't going to get much from him right now. Especially not when he doesn't even take Marisa's hand. "Better that you not make contact. My touch extracts human life force. It's what I trade in for my creations."

    He squints at Josuke's cheerful greetings. Between him and Marisa, he's practically blinded by all the good cheer in such a dismal place. Or maybe he doesn't have very good distance vision. "That goes for your other human friend too."

    Ildon asks, "Are we done here? We have to go awaken yout tutor in manners. You can come back another time to sate your curioisity. But I at least want to complete the orders I was given first. After that, you're free to wander as far as I'm concerned... As long as you don't get into any trouble."
Rarity     Rarity smiles. "That's a good girl." An ear quirks back in the tailor's direction, and her smile brightens farther. "If that is the case, I would be delighted to do so." She knows it takes a lot of work to learn how to create for alternate forms. "I do so love seeing what beauty other realms' styles can bring one."

It's only proper to sample another culture when visiting. It's just that Rarity does it through clothing where most people do it through food or seeing local plays and so forth.

... Yeah, at this rate someone might have to come back and actually get her to leave when it's time to go back to the castle proper.
Marisa Kirisame Ahahaha, this poor guy is a little overwhelmed, huh? That's too bad! Marisa chuckles as the deep dark secret of this particular establishment becomes clear. "That's too bad! Good reason not to shake anyone's hands though. You should maybe invest in a pair of gloves though? There's a great tailor right next door." Marisa sighs, staring at the display cabinets full of magical artifacts as if veeeery carefully judging whether or not she wants to cut years off her lifespan to pick up one of these beauties. "That kind of reminds me of a little thing back in our world. You see, I'm a magician, but I'm not a Capital-M Magician. To get there, I'd need to do a few things first."

"First I'd need to cast the spell that lets me stop eating. Then the spell that lets me stop sleeping. Then the spell that lets me stop aging. Marisa smiles, it's not a pleasant smile, "And then I stop being human, and start being a Magician. But that seems pretty lame, don't you think? I'd rather figure out immortality without giving up my humanity."

There's a beat. She looks up at the goblinoid and shrugs, "Well, I'm not going to give up my own lifeforce for these. I need it for as long as it takes me to figure all that other stuff out. Do you do trades for other artifacts, or maybe for stored life-energy of some kind?"
Josuke Higashikata "Oh, whoops!" Josuke notes, at the mention of Gozarus's rather dangerous ability. Which works; Josuke's Japanese, his preferred greeting is a bow, which he offers, politely and respectfully. Though Marisa's words do bring something to mind. "Oh... do the rest of the things here drain lifeforce too?" he asks.

And... he also notices that they are down one pony. "Um... has anybody seen Rarity?" he asks. He thinks, doesn't remember her coming out of the shop with them. He was moving pretty fast to keep up. "Maybe she's still at the tailor's," he reasons. "I'll be right back, I don't want her to get left behind." He smiles brightly. "Be back in a sec!" he promises.

Yeah, hopefully a FLYING TEENAGER isn't going to attract too much attention, because he's going to use Crazy Diamond to throw him where he needs to go, and catch him before he smacks into anything.