( closed to ausuben ) | ( and to torchlit cos we're lazy )

[hoasen]

[Here they are, in Auguste, and there is a fancy summer ball that is the talk of the town. A fancy ball, organised by the underworld of Auguste, and the talks are dark. Which pretty much means all of the world's nobility is going to be there!

This very same party is one that Lancelot and Sen will now try to infiltrate, having been given a very special request by Bonito. Though, despite some Weird Shit having happened to them before, getting a request from Bonito (a talking fish?!) is right up there.

Sen has to admit, it's going to make it hard to want to eat anything bonito related hence forth. But that's not the point.

After Bonito beat them up for their lack of belief and asked them to save their friend, a giant shark, Lancelot and Sen now find themselves preparing for their mission. Here they are at the inn, and Sen approaches Lancelot with a suit bag, having ironed and tidied his up neatly. She holds it out to him, his boots also held in one hand.]

Here...though I am unsure about this quest in general, having been blackmailed into it, I suppose we should do it best we could, no?

Comments

[ausuben]

[ Lancelot blinks at what she has offered him before teaching out to take them. It's not as if he expected them to do this without a disguise but he hadn't expected Sen to take matters into her own hands including ironing the suit and everything. ]

... Thank you, you shouldn't have to gone through such trouble yourself, though. [ she's the crew leader, after all. He supposes he should get to changing, although he does comment concerning the quest. ]

Even though the request is from a really strange source, this is quite dangerous to be doing. These sorts of preparations are necessary.

[ that's also why he insisted he was going rather than another crew member. It's not that he doesn't trust Sen to be unable to hold her... he just can't trust any of the that isn't a dragon knight with her safety in a situation like this (it's not because he likes her or anything and finds himself just wanting to be around her).

So he goes off to change, only coming back once he's done (save for the tie at his neck that he's let hang for now).]

Sen, are you ready?

[ He can just wait if she's still changing. ]

[hoasen]

[And honestly, she would've went alone if he wasn't so determined to go with her. That being said, because he is going with her, it's going to make things easier to set their story straight. THEY HAVE. A PLAN.]

It's fine, you know I like to work, so it was no issue. [When he moves to change, she goes over to the next room, preparing herself, putting herself in a long dress, trailing beautifully. It's a dress that she would have to admit, might be too elegant for her, being that she suffers from some terrible Self Criticism. Hair done up with a flower, make up lightly added, she thinks he's ready.]

I agree though, Lancelot. [She speaks up from the room, strapping her stockings so that she would be able to smuggle in Lancelot's blades later. Well, she needs to offer first.] In fact, I'm curious about our story. You are going to be a lord, no?

[The steadfast knight Lancelot, ever so protective, ready to be as regal as his King, or even his comrade Percival. It's going to be a sight to see.

Though she may have spoken too early, when she steps up from her room. Upon seeing him, eyes wide at how handsome he looks, she finds herself flushing harder at the sight. Wait a minute, how did he clean up so well? Thinking about, she's really only seen him in armour.

She slowly steps forward, rubbing the back of her head.]

A-anyway! Would you like me to help you with your tie? [Give her a distraction please.]

[ausuben]

Yes, I suppose that is the safest option for a gathering of this nature. I doubt that anyone without money will be there, and most with money are of status.

[ but Lancelot is not a noble, as much as many would presume otherwise from his behavior and mannerisms. Nevertheless, he learns fast and well, and Percival has over the years taught him plenty enough that he's gotten away without being identified as a commoner before (not that he was actively pretending to be otherwise or anything).

When she steps back in, he looks to her and smiles. He's used to seeing women in such elegant clothes, so he is not caught off guard by it, but the smile is a more natural and affectionate reaction than a conscious one.

When she offers to do his tie, Lancelot blinks before giving a small nod.]

... I would actually be most appreciative if you don't mind.

[hoasen]

Yes...I have ways to make it look like you'll have money, but you already look like a noble lord!

[He always had, as a knight. Refined, well mannered, yet all the while humble. And then off hours, he was vibrant, a shithead, even a nice one. And overall, just the way she liked him.

N-not that she was going to tell him that...

So knowing that in a way, this was off hours because it was a job they randomly picked up, she wondered, what kind of Noble was he going to be? He's already looking the part, and she could only hope that she could be just as beautiful to stand beside him.

Either way, she steps forward, ready to help him with his tie. It was then she realised that maybe this counted for more than she had hoped for. Her fingers glide over the delicate fabric, slowly but deftly looping it to tie up. He's close, refreshing face and all. But she will!! concentrate!!]

L-let's see...