Vanilla’s eyes gazed back inquisitively as she stuffed the remaining cookie into her relatively small sized mouth. Unable to speak, and not even really sure if she should, she just kinda shrugged it off and continued devouring the warm baked good. The very fact that the cookie was pretty much just as delicious as it was in reality was… disturbing. If only a little. And all without the downside of gaining weight or losing the benefits of health food. Or well… hopefully. That would be a barrier she’d cross later. “You preordered a cloak,” Vanilla asked, surprised a bit at the fact that you even could do such a thing? Following along at Ilya’s side, she really did look like a little kid. From the lowered view, everything just looked so much larger, it was really pretty uncanny. Luckily, it didn’t take them too long to get to their destination, so very little cold had to be suffered, but Vanilla definitely lingered about the warm fire that was going for a few extra seconds before catching back up. Once the two of them had finally managed to reach the small store, Vanilla eagerly slipped past Ilya and rushed into the warmth of indoors once again. Making her way to the fireplace the man had lit to keep the store warm, she rubbed her hands together and - finally - turned to the two of them. It was at this moment that she realized how rude it might’ve been to randomly barge in like that. “Erm… Hi, I’m Vanilla,” she finally introduced herself, figuring she was the odd one out in this circle of familiarity. This man really was gigantic next to her… it was kinda intimidating. “I uhh… it’s pretty cold out there, right? I’m looking for a coat or whatever. Something warm.” She almost wished she could just shove her face in the fire but figured the laws of combustion would probably apply to virtual faces too.
"Mhm, The game is practically just like real life. I set up a contract with the NPC and said I would pick it up later. It had to be custom tailored." Slightly humorous red eyes were watching the movements of the short lilac-haired girl. Vanilla, seemingly cold had been lingered around the warmness of a fire nearby. Ilya stopped watching and began to continue walking. Technically I had to go to the tailors anyway.. The humor in Ilya's eyes now appeared as Vanilla ran past Ilya, entering the warmth of the building. Vanilla then stood before George after making her way to the fireplace. The height difference between the two much greater than the difference between Ilya and George. He stood at about 6' 0", he was also quite muscular. Which left Ilya feeling tiny, yet knowing full-well that Vanilla probably felt smaller. Looking at George, "If you could tailor something for her? That would be great! I am also here to pick up my cloak." The large, yet small nod that George shot towards Ilya caused her to smile lightly as he headed towards the back. Whatever small movements the man made, seemed rather large to those shorter than him. A rather luxurious black cloak was laying over his arms as he nimbly handed it over to Ilya. She opened up the contract, and sent over the gold that she had promised upon the completion of the cloak. Ilya tapped it, reading the name. A small grin appearing on her face. "You know me so well." Ilya tapped at the cloak, equipping it. The hood was pulled back, which kept her hair and face uncovered. The rest of her body was covered in the blackness of the cloak. "Go ahead and measure Vanilla, she needs a fluffy jacket to keep her warm. Preferably with cold-resistance. I can pay for her." Looking through the window, Ilya wiped away the moistness that had appeared. Looking out at the frosted grass outside. Not looking as George ordered Vanilla to strip so he could take her measurements.
Vanilla released a quick sigh of relief as the two of them seemed not to have any issues with her suddenly barging into the place. Perhaps it had something to do with this character she was playing. Either way, she snuggled into her spot all the more comfortable, feeling out the nice, soft rug she was lying on. Figures a guy who works with clothing and fabric would have a nice rug “Black, hm,” Vanilla commented, throwing Ilya a curious, yet approving look. “Not bad. I like it. It’s very slimming.” She paused a moment, satisfied with her compliment until it dawned on her… “Err… not that you need something to look slimming. I’m just saying i-- wait a minute...” How did that even matter if they were in a game? You could look like a pencil at the flick of a slider. “Ahah… um… nevermind. It looks good.” She concluded it there, looking away awkwardly. “WHAT!?” Vanilla leaped up and backward as she was instructed to strip down. That was uncomfortable and just… nasty, on SO many levels it was unreal. “You mean NAKED?! You can’t be serious?!” Vanilla glanced back up at George defiantly, on hand on her hip. Next to her, he looked like a giant. A tower even. “Well uhh… look at it this way: I’ll wear the coat over this, right? So you can just measure we while I’m wearing this, and it’ll fit perfectly on top.” Vanilla nodded, satisfied with her own solution.
Smirking at Vanilla's obvious approval towards the cloak she had ordered for herself, Ilya touched the fabric. It was a soft material, yet held warmth. It definitely had good stats, and it made her grow more attached to it with the softness that was held within the cloak. The fact that it was slimming, made Ilya's smirk change to a small smile. The flustering words of Vanilla escaping her mouth as she confessed not meaning any harm. "It is a good thing. I know my character has a feminine aspect. The curves in the right place and everything. If the cloak makes me look slimming, I am all the more merrier." Listening to the banter that went back and forth between George and Vanilla, Ilya humorously continued to gaze out the window. The approval that followed in pursuit seemed clear as day. George would work with the girl's shirt on. He had questioned her of what she wanted before beginning measurements.
After a great deal of arguing, Vanilla finally got George to agree with a sigh. She was adamant about one thing: no stripping. That was just creepy. More for her than anyone else, really. Luckily, it seemed like George finally gave in to her absolute insistence. “What I want,” Vanilla spoke, thinking aloud? “Hm… well, something warm. Probably a bit longer, so it can cover a bunch. Uhh… hm… colors...” Vanilla glanced around at the many different colors of fabric displayed around the store. They ranged from the duller, more subdued and mundane colors, to bright shades that almost qualified as neon. Almost. “Red and white sounds good,” she finally chose, pointing to the two - more specific- shades of fabric. “Mostly red though. That seems like a good winter set.” With that said, George took a quick set of measurements. Measurements that were a good bit smaller than he was used to, but the principals were the same. Once he’d vanished into the back room to get started, Vanilla wandered up to Ilya’s side and pushed up on the windowsill with her arms to get the extra few inches necessary to see. It just looked like your average winter town scene to her. Nothing out of the ordinary, unless Ilya was noticing something Vanilla wasn’t. She dropped back down. “Speaking of the way you look...” Vanilla started, treading the topic carefully. “Is there any special meaning behind that character of your’s?” She continued to explain why she was asking, “I haven’t met too many people yet, but there were a few others who had these huge, long explanations for every little detail. You think I should’ve put more thought into mine or something?” Vanilla casually leaned on the wall as she spoke. “It seems to be the norm around here to overthink these things.”
Ilya's ears perked as the childish voice of Vanilla sounded near her. Lifting her vision away from the window for mere seconds to glance upon Vanilla's face before returning to the window, her tail flicked. All of the movements Ilya had acted upon were acknowledgement that she heard Vanilla before she had continued speaking on appearances. The silence that followed Vanilla's question could be considered awkward silence, yet in Ilya's mind she was picking a reason for choosing what she looked like. "Even as a child, I loved lions and wanted to grow up and be one.." Ilya's right hand lifted, stroking through her hair before wrapping her pointer finger around a strand. Her hand rotated in a circular motion as she began to twirl the hair around her finger. Fiddling with her hair was a habit she had only just picked up in the game, the feeling of her soft hair on her fingers brought about a sense of pleasure to herself. "I suppose you could say.. I chose a look of nobility.. Yet I obviously am not dressed the nicest under this cloak.." At this point, Ilya's hood had been taken off her head, laying on her back as her violet eyes glinted through the glass. Her hands were the only thing gesturing to her body.. The outfit that she wore under the cloak rather revealing.. Yet it provided as much warmth as any other clothing. What Ilya was wearing was a short mini-skirt The colors being white and golden striped. Right near the hem of her skirt on her left leg were two black strands that wrapped around her thigh. Underneath the wrap, on both legs were her thigh-high boots. Taking on the colors of black and golden to math her top. Her whole stomach would show, as the piece of fabric barely covered her sides, fluttering behind her. The trim, being golden while the rest remained black. She had various black strands along her arms and shoulder. A few black bracelets dotting her left wrist, while two could be seen on her right. Set upon Ilya's neck was a buckled choker.. Black in color with a golden buckle. If Ilya were to remove the cloak all of her appearance would be evidentually seen. The gesture that had motioned to her body seemed short-lived as Ilya returned her focus to the window and the outside world.. Watching as a dark figure suspiciously walked around in the town. The gleaming white eyes flashing all around from what Ilya could see. With a flick of her ears, Ilya continued to speak, ever so gently, "I want to do good in this world... Obviously I had to choose Felis.. Cats are after all, my favorite animal." With only a few more thoughts running in her mind, Ilya resumed talking. "I think your own explanation is fine. Besides, people should not judge you based on why you choose what you choose."
"Huh... rawr," Vanilla teased a bit with a sarcastic remark at the lion statement. It made a whole lot of sense: since the girl quite literally resembled a lion. Or well... lioness. "I guess you did pretty well there," she complimented. "Very uhh... lion-like. Lionesque. What have you." Vanilla almost instinctively looked off to the side as Ilya was about to disrobe, but returned her glance once she realized there were - in fact - more clothes underneath. Well of course there were: she'd literally just put on that cloak like 5 minutes ago. Ilya wasn't a bad looking girl by any means, though it didn't really 'click' for Vanilla. "Well I like Vanilla ice cream, and sometimes cake, so I guess that's a decent motivation there. Works for me," she claimed, shrugging off the notion that she needed any more of a motivation for it. She glanced back at the window above her head, wondering what on earth Ilya could be finding so interesting out there. "What are you even looking at...?" Vanilla made her way to the door and cracked it open, peeking outside to look for something she might've missed.
With a grin in Vanilla's direction at her 'lionesque' comment, Ilya shrugged the cloak back into place as her own gaze transpired across the room once more, returning to the window. "Why thank you, sweets~" Making her own small comment on how Vanilla reminded her of ice cream. With a few swift gestures, Ilya stood right beside Vanilla.. At the door to the store. "There is something... out there. Something that does not belong." As if to mimic what Ilya was saying, George appeared, handing Vanilla the coat she had requested. "That would be the mysterious man.. He shows up every night, and on the same night one person goes missing. There is a nice reward in it for you two if you can manage to catch them and put em down or into shackles." Glancing sideways at Vanilla, Ilya spoke quietly to her. "I could take him down or put him in shackles very easily, though company would be nice. Besides.. I have to help out this world.. It's just who I am.. I can't let someone like that go by me if I know about it... Now, Ilya turned to George, her voice raising in volume to speak to him. "Give us the details. If Vanilla agrees, then we will take up this quest of Honeyhome's." It was now George's turn to talk.. "For the past few days, this figure has been seen around Honeyhome.. Yet when any of the fighters of Honeyhome get close, the figure seems to vanish. It has glowing white eyes, and rumor has it they turn red when it takes its victims, yet the thing is.. No one has seen it happen. Not a single eye witness.. You guys are to find out who this figure is, and either kill it or take it into custody. It will take a bit of luck for you to get close enough to it.. It always disappears. Teamwork is essential and so is thoughtful coordination. Rumor has it, its adobe is up north a ways. When people go for walks they hear cries and plea's.. If the people it has taken are still alive, you will need to find them and bring them back here.. I would help if I could, but I have my shop to run. Now.. Are you willing to take this quest?" It was obvious that George was now directly asking Va nilla if the two were in on it, due to the straight look he gave her when he asked if they were in on the quest. In Ilya's own mind, the quest seemed reasonable enough.. Catch this figure and either kill it or lock it up.. Stop these people from disappearing.. Find out what happened to them, and if possible.. Bring them back..
