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Lady Red of Hawkswin Captain
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 Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 1:27 pm
Round 1's Winner is:
Hazelaar with 3 out of the 4 votes!
For her victory, Hazelaar will recieve 25k, and has been qualified to participate in the grand contest later on!
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 1:29 pm
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Lady Red of Hawkswin Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 7:11 pm
Things were fleeting on fine, just fine- the stitches were being stitched as stitches should be and our dear Stein was just finishing his latest piece. He called it "kicking an artist" and a feeling of contentment made his features shine brighter in the flick of the candle by his side.
Of course he wouldn't let such a demeaning thing as a smile cross his features ever, and he was just to stitch the last and final stitch when a strange sound reached his ears (one elven and another human).
A sort of moaning seemed to be coming from outside of his little stitching chamber and as soon as he'd noticed the sound, it was tearing on his nerves. His nerves of steel! Yet it was of such nuisance that he simply could not ignore it.
-He rose from his seat and swiftly strode out into the hall, eyes flicking across the surfaces to partially make sure no one else was around, partially to see if the moaning was coming from somewhere out there.
Unfortunately it seemed he would have to travel further through the hall to find the source- what bother...
Traveling further and further into the place, Stein sighed- a little bit of frost lingering in the air where the lungs had been retrieved just a few hours ago from the freezer. It seemed the moaning was growing louder and louder the further in he went and eventually he reached the gallery where he kept all of the finished products of his.
With a twitch of an eye, he glanced around the room for his assistant.
-Not seeing the humpback anywhere, he sughed again- a low rumble which curled against his gritting teeth. "Eyesore!" He called then. And just moments later a short thing with arms dragging against the floor appeared out of a dark corner "Yes master?" The sad excuse of a man wondered with a tilt of his head.
Stein huffed, eye twitching to the point of where the eyeball nearly fell out "Can you not hear that incesstant moaning?" He wondered. -Eyesore tilted his head, putting a hand behind the hollow into his head but didn't seem to hear anything. Well wasn't it typical that the cheapest labor was also the worst?
With another sigh, Stein grabbed a flashlight and begun into the dark depths of the wardrobe. The air was thick with the smell of fabrics mingling together in there. And there was something else... a nasty kind of ick that cut through his poor sensitive nose whenever he caught the whiff of it. It was so sickening that if he had had another stomach it might have emptied it's contents through his mouth.
Soon he had reached the source of the moaning- a lump huddled together under the fabrics hanging there. crouching down to examine it closer, Stein was suddenly pulled in by it and he dropped the flashlight. "Shtein-y! I was lost!" The voice of Brennvin was heard- then another moaning started.
I have no idea what a "wardrobe malfunction" is.... so... uh- hope my guess of it being something wrong in the wardrobe was right _x3?
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 4:38 pm
A challenger appears! Quote: “I-I just bent over and – and I didn’t think anything like that would happen – and he’s supposed to be small,you know, so I figured the suit should be, too, and – “ As he stitched in the last length of bright green thread into the split seat of the costume, Stein lamented the fact that his customers were too obtuse to realize that “no questions asked” meant “I don’t care, now go sit silently in the corner”. And what person with any sanity wants to dress up like a green rabbit? Job done, gold and costume exchanged hands and the customer slouched out of the store with a quietly mumbled “I just want people to like me”. Stein couldn’t help thinking that they had at least some chance of success. Pasty-faced mouthbreathers with no sense of personal space were not his favorite of customers, but at least they weren’t as bad as those creeps who keep staring at his butt.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 11:18 pm
Stein rubbed his temple, desperately hiding his gaze behind his cupped hand. Of all the costumes he had to fix...why was it his?
There before him stood Loyal. Only it wasn't Ringmaster Loyal. Oh no. It was Anulra Loyal, complete with a set of plastic wings, tail and bat maebari. However, said maebari seemed to be slipping and Loyal was making no real attempt at fixing it. He simply grinned. Thanks to the purple body paint he was wearing, he was no longer invisible and as such, certain areas were now on display, much to his delight and Stein's dismay.
"So...um...can you fix...it?" Cordis cleared his throat, standing a few feet away from Loyal, dressed up as Shelly, circa Famestar Masquerade, complete with a stuffed bra and drawn on stitches. Stein shook his head, cursing under his breath.
"...I'm only doing this because you look pretty in that dress," Stein growled as he pulled out a roll of double-sided fashion tape.
"Be gentle with me, Stein. I'm oh so sensitive," Monsieur chirped as he thrusted his pelvis towards the silver-haired man, who recoiled in a mix of fear and disgust.
"...I hate you."
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