The Midnight Prince

[Rokag]

"The...divination?" Rokag tilted her head. "Why would you need to ask if there's gonna be a lot of fish for the fishing season?"

[Shisou]

"F-f-f-f-f-f-or t-th-the r-r-r-r-a-c-cc-e of t-the b-b-b-b-b-baby."

[Rokag]

"...fuck! um....okay, so that also means we can't just wait that out." Rokag took a long breath. "So...how long does that take. Like...if he finds out that it isn't whatever it is he needs..." She gave a long sigh. "Are you going to be okay?"

[Shisou]

Shisou nods. "W-w-w-w-w-e st-st-ill g-g-g-g-g-et m-m-m-m-marr-r-r-rr-ied. A-a-a-and. Th-that m-m-m-mm-makes m-m-m-m-m-e a-a-an a-a--ad-d-d-dult. S-s-s-so. I'll b-b-b-b-b-e ff-f-f-f-f-f-f-ine."

[Rokag]

Rokag nods. "Right..." She breathed a couple of time. "Right...so we get married, find out what the baby is and..." Get murdered in the middle of the night. "We figure out what to do from there."

[Shisou]

Shisou nods. Then, impulsively, he leans in and plants a firm kiss on Rokag's lips. "I w-w-w-w-w-w-as w-w-w-w-worr-r-r-ried." 

[Rokag]

Rokag blushed a little. "C-c'mon. You should know I'd be fine. Even rampaging spirits didn't kill me."

[Shisou]

"S-s-s-s-s-s-till. Y-y-y-y-ou c-c-c-c-c-could h-h-h-h-h-ave th-the Wa-as-t-ting d-d-d-d-dis-s--s-sease. I a-a-a-am g-g-g-g-glad y-y-y-y-you d-d-d-d-don't." Then he gets up, heading to let the healer know Rokag has recovered. 


Wedding planning is... challenging, without Seiya to guide her. Tsuki does her best to show Rokag the ropes, but it's tense and awkward at times, as both are rather on the butch side and Tsuki doesn't do well with displays of affection. A seamstress is called for to make the gown, but Rokag knows nothing about style and Tsuki mostly has opinions about what things won't work for her. 

Finally, an hour into it, when Rokag's about to strangle Tsuki for her apt observation that a high-waisted gown makes Rokag's butt look big, the door quietly opens. A woman stands in the doorway, her hair braided and pinned up, wearing a simple purple-and-white kimono with the short sleeves appropriate to a married woman. Her eyes are a familiar brilliant violet, and her hair is the color of night just like Tsuki's, but Rokag hasn't seen her before. At least, not more than a glimpse from a doorway. 

[Rokag]

Rokag was hesitant. She was SURE she'd seen the woman before, but couldn't recall speaking. She did kinda remind her of Shiori, but that might have been her attempt to have something other than her growing frustration with Tsuki (not to mention the slight drop in temperature around her as those frustrations mounted. She takes a moment to try and sound 'proper' before speaking. "Um...hello. Can I help you?" She was pretty sure the woman wasn't someone she met in the menagerie, but no reason to have a pissed off important person also on her list of problems right now.

[GamesMaster]

"I came to have a look at my son's bride," says the woman, and her accent is perfect, her voice soft and gentle. "And to help design your dress."

[Rokag]

That was enough to let Rokag place her. She'd been next to Indou when she'd been given that contract. When she'd went from working with the animals to living here. "Oh!" Fuck! I had forgotten about her! She didn't know enough about the woman to tell if she was a threat, but she DID seem to let Indou do whatever the hell he wanted...so either she was in the same boat, or was just going along with everything. "I...hope I make a good impression." Her accent was alright, but it was obviously not her first language.

[GamesMaster]

"Hmm." The woman -- Kuronue, Rokag can remember her name is -- walks around Rokag, peering closely at the girl, studying her intently. Then she barks out a rapid-fire instruction to the seamstress, who bustles back to her cart of samples and pulls out one more from the bottom: something that will be tight up top but very, very puffy and full in the skirt. "Try this." 

[Rokag]

Rokag jumped a bit in surprise when the orders were barked out, but just takes a breath and looks at the dress. "Um...okay?" She wasn't sure how this was gonna help, but she was willing to take any helps she could get right now.

[GamesMaster]

The dress does wonders for her breasts, lifting them and making them seem more prominent. It's cut low enough to show some skin too, though not low enough to be indecent. It's a little big in the chest, but that's because it's a sample; the tight middle helps pull in and give her a defined waist, and the full skirt compliments her hips well, giving her an ethereal, almost Sidhe look. 

"That's the dress," whispers Tsuki, awestruck.

"Perhaps in a pale pink?" offers Kuronue. 

[Rokag]

Rokag looked at herself and...blink. "Uh....wow. Um...yeah pink could be good." That's...weird! It...actually looks good?

"Er, sorry. Thank you very much for your assistance."