For the northwestern clique, it wasn't hard to put two together. Finding out I am going through a growth spurt, only have the school uniform, and Spetsnaz clothing. They quickly figured out that I don't have formal attire to attend fancy meetings. I am ner to fancy meetings, as being the most unicative of my old team often had them push me to do expining to and. There were even a few times we had to act as bodyguards for important folk, sometimes it was even pying actual bodyguard instead of assassins in disguise.
Unfortunately, that's her here nor there. I am currently being dragged through the town by socialite powerhouses, each with their own reason for wanting to stuff me in something 'cute'. However, if I know anything of royal dresses and them being 'cute' I am going to have a hard time stuffing ptes uhem. It was a hassle enough to do so with school uniforms.
"You krey, you didn't have to e in full war-gear." Nylchai points at my crossbow, and my shovel. This is hardly gear to fight a war in. it's more like sleepwear.
"Like I'm gonna be caught dead without them. I am not as effective with magic as you guys are." Alice raises an eyebrow at my words. No doubt still questioning why she is still hanging out at our little clique.
"You better not act like that at the ball, it would look bad on me if one of my main oppos looks like a buffoon." That would expin why she wants to stuff me in formal attire as well at least. It would look pretty bad for all my enemies if a showed up like a raving lunatiow I just o figure out why Cathy cares.
"That pce looks [good/fine/acceptable]." She says it like a suggestion, but moves my wheelchair while dragging Ky along hard. Jaha came along as well, who seems to be suffering even more than I am. Apparently in Mazurio they don't really do balls, but the Queen had apparently always fantasized about going to o least someone is having the time of their life right now.
The store clerk is scared shitless as a small gang of highly important murderers waltz right in. He's clearly weighing his optioween helping us, calling the guard and simply dying on the spot. Unfortunately for him, he is too scared to do the first, the sed won't help him, and he cks the equipment to do the third. So he gets bao Limbo along with Jaha. Eternally waiting for something to happen.
Cathy is immediately heading towards a se with... servants clothing? I guess she really likes the aesthetic. Alicia and Ky team up, and proceed to dig through a se with highly expensive clothing. Nylchai in the meantime has ambushed on of the seamstresses who was unfortunate enough to wahe store unattended. No doubt asking for a design. Well, might as well check through the sele before others chee.
This one wouldn't be able to carry ptes, this one is too easy to spot, this one has a corset. I start sifting through the clothes rapidly, but everything I find is absolutely terrible for hiding anything bigger than a dagger. My eyes wahrough the store, and they go over Jaha for a bit, who is talking to the store clerk. He is carrying a scimitar, which is surprisingly well hidden in his... fancy clothes. I stealthily roll over to Jaha who actually looks a lot better than he did at entry. Right up until he hears my wheelchair.
His shock is short-lived, as a rge cw grabs him by the wrist, and pulls him to his doom. He tries to get some st words out, and reaches for the clerk, but it is for naught as the clerk is too terrified to move.
"gratutions soldier! You are hereby being drafted for the eastern front." Or at least, I'm rather sure that the men's clothiion is at the eastern part of the store. Still sputtering, Jaha is uo resist my grip, especially since I'm shoving water behind my wheelchair for lootion.
"Au! Au! Au! You are crushing my wrist, please stop!" I acquiesce, a go of his hand.
"Help me find clothes worth a damn, and I'll save you from Ky wanting t you off for fashion opinions." His annoyed expressio repced with a p expression, before nodding with a determined look. As expected to be among the fears of a mortal man.
I check the men's clothing, which does end up beier, but most of it still gives me the vibes of posh noble pansies. At least I could hide ptes and ons in these. Jaha seems to notice my mild disgust with the articles, and actually points me to a separate se with a big imperial fg marking it. Why would Jaha show me thes- oh. This might actually work.
"Jaha! you e here and tell me if this dress makes my horns look big?" A voice of doom sounds across the store, but I do not fail to deliver on my promise.
"He's currently busy helping me piething! You should ask Nylchai!" Quickly throwing a fish to the sharks in the process as well, I will hat seamstress soon. A relieved looking Jaha points towards some of the more iing looking wear in this se. This is perfect for what I aking the piece to the released seamstress, who briefly looks at me like I'm her savior. Although I wouldn't say savior, more like new ma.
"I his fitted for me, and I will also need all imperial heraldry ripped off, and repce it with this." I bring out the Spetsnaz patch I kept in my pocket. No way in hell am I leaving that with the people refitting my gear.
"A-are you sure? That doesn't loo-" I interrupt her pints with a gre.
"When you get it dohe seamstress looks to the clerk for help, who ponders for a bit and signals two on his hand.
"We get it done in two days."
"Good. I will probably be bigger by then, so please make them using these measurements." I write down the size I predict I will be in a week. They give me some odd looks at that, but don't question it further.
The others finish up as well, we all leave the store, much to the relief of the staff and Jaha. The gaggle of fn officials making its way through the streets, terrifying more passerby's, but the fun has to end at some point when I hear a shoe step on a roof tile through the crowd of people.
"We are being followed." Alicia, Jaha and Nylchai give me odd looks, only for Ky to eborate.
"Yeah they have been following us for a while, I think they are the academy persohat has been following our css around keeping us safe. These are a bit more obvious than the ones back at the academy." We were getting followed within the academy as well? That's actually not that surprising, but a group of people following anroup so shoddily doesn't smell like a prote detail.
"We are fronting them. This whole affair reeks of assassin rat bastards." I signal for Cathy to turn me oy to face the roof, at least one of them is on. I am rewarded by log eyes on a man that thinks he's invisible peeking back.
"Alright, let's head into an alley to make sure no one else gets cau-" I cut off Alicia by pulling out my crossbow, and nail one of the stalkers right in the nogging through the eye.
"You little rats e out now! The one won't miss either!" fusion turns to shock turns to fear, as a corpse falls from a rooftop, and people start calling for the guards all around us. Some figures around us notably aren't fazed while men with crossbows of their oear on the rooftops.
"Esstrey, what the fuck! Are y to get us in trouble?" Alicia is clearly not happy with my handling of the situation. I respond by reloading.
"A hidden prote detail wouldn't reveal ons if I were to kill one of them. Kill them all." Before the men on the rooftops respond, bck magic hits them all like a barrage, melting flesh from bone. An attack I remember, Ky used the same stuff against Lebedev. This time less restrained, because we aren't in a poputed building.
As people quickly get away from us, and guards are already approag, I take note of the few that aren't running. There are two groups of heavily armed and armored etrics. Most likely the famous adventurers I have heard so much about, and a few scattered civilians that look on with a more calg look than any sane individual would have. So that's our hidden prote detail. One of them notices me looking, so I simply wink at him.
"Well that's done. Anyone up for lunch?" I get no response.