Cross Effects 3.0 - October 21, 2015—June 23, 2016

[Umbra of Chaos]

Urthemiel

In response to Mordred's smile a carefully crafted one appeared on the Old God's own. Its radiance put the greatest beauties to shame and could make the most confident person feel inadequate. Her dainty hand gently grabbed the Changeling's own and moved to stand beside her. "Then I would appreciate the chance to learn more about you and your kind. You may lead me wherever you wish, Mordred."

[Kat]

Mordred

"Wherever? You're so trusting of a stranger..." These words made her frown. She wasn't some serial killer severing hands of women or such shit, but still, it was a folly to trust someone you barely met so much. Ah, that reminded her she really should have locked the doors to the bathroom back then. But if she insisted...

"Let's go to a clothes store." Mordred firmly declared. She didn't have any money on her, but they could look through the shop, and she predicted that people like Bellitanus who have 'beauty' in their titles would appreciate fashionable things.

[Umbra of Chaos]

Urthemiel

The stunning woman laughed and rested a bit of her weight against Mordred. The sound delighted the senses and was enough to enrapture others. "There is no need to worry about me, Mordred. There is very little that I could not reduce to a burning crisp with the effort it would take for you to swat a fly. However, your idea is sound. While I have no need for any new attire there is no doubt that we can find something that would make you look even better than you are now. We can decide what exactly would work for you at the store."

While there was a nobleness and strength to her voice Urthemiel remained still. She would wait for Mordred to make the first move and she would move along with her. 

[Kat]

Mordred

If her words were indeed people, she just entangled with another dangerous person. While she didn't seem to have any ill intentions, she had to be a little wary. Without tipping off Bellitanus that she is still suspicious of her. To be honest, she wanted to be proved wrong. She seemed like a delightful companion. "Of course, my lady, I will lead the way." She mustered all her courtesy. She extended her arm, suggesting Bellitanus she would take her arm in arm.

[Elf]

Forest

Forest didn't jump into the springs with the same enthusiasm as the young lady, but slowly walked into the springs.  Warmth filled her body and she sighed as it felt as if her bones had become liquid.  She sank into the mineral scented liquid warmth and felt it caress her.

"Lord and Lady," she sighed as she curled her toes and flung out her arms.  "If I knew this was here, I'd  . . . probably still wouldn't have visited it." 


Rin

"And of course, these are in German and probably in code so absolutely worthless.  'Use Faust's stuff, he's not going to need it anymore . . . ' He probably doesn't have any desire for the Second and he summoned demons," Rin said with a sigh as she pushed the notes away.

Completely foregoing a glass, she brought the glass of whiskey to her lips and took a long, slow drink.

[Umbra of Chaos]

Urthemiel

The Old God smiled and gladly took the other woman's arm. "How courteous of you, Mordred. I think that I will enjoy your company quite a bit. Perhaps a slight reward is in order for putting up with me for so long? We'll see later on. For now I suppose I can grant you something as paltry as this."

Urthemiel turned her head and granted the Changeling a small, chaste kiss before looking forward again. "Shall we get going?"

[Kat]

Mordred

Mordred blushed a little as she was kissed on the cheek. She wasn't used to such displays of affection from strangers, though she really didn't mind a kiss from a well-mannered and beautiful woman. "Yes, I hope we find an adequate place." The Changeling replied, leading Bellitanus through the streets of Nexus in search of a proper shop.

"How about this one?" She pointed at a store with a free hand. The clothes store was extravagant enough that she couldn't possibly afford them even in normal circumstances. Well, there was her dream of joining the same organisation as Noel did, so she would earn more than before, but that was the future, not the now. Still, she wouldn't fathom taking her new companion to less elegant place. 

Noriko

Relius Clover

Relius watched as the armor effectively dumped this red haired child on him and left.  Not caring much for the details on their relationship, he began walking away, back towards his soon to be lab. 

“Make haste.  We are leaving now.”  He said, in an oddly neutral tone. 

Eventually, they arrived at the front door of the costume store lab.  Now standing in front of the door, Relius finally turned around to face the girl.

“We have arrived.  Young lady, before we continue, may I ask your name?”  He inquired in a polite gentlemanly tone.

"Amachi Noriko." She lied to his face. She couldn't trust people who had any sliver of knowledge how to manipulate souls or curse with her real name. Just a safeguard. "So this is the future lab? Well, let's get to work then, there's no time to waste. What do you need me to do?" She asked in business like manner. She still carried the bag with what she bought at Emporium of Man, and that included clothes. She got to find some place to change into attire more suited for working.

[Umbra of Chaos]

Urthemiel

Urthemiel giggled at Mordred's reaction. The sound surpassed the greatest instruments of the world with its delicate beauty. She remained perfectly in step with the Changeling as they moved and only stopped once they had reached their destination. The display from the store was adequate. While mundane it was passable despite its lack of magic woven materials.

Nevertheless it was Urthemiel who had taken the lead here. With her free hand she sorted through various sorts of clothing and any employee that even attempted to near them was sent scurrying away by the narrowing of slitted eyes and the slightest hint of draconic rage. It was not long before she had made her decision. A black and red suit along with an elegant, albeit a bit revealing, black dress.

They would soon find themselves in a rather large changing room as Urthemiel held out both articles of clothing. "They are both a tad more formal than I expected but the craft is relatively decent. I would save the dress for more upper class occasions considering the weather but the suit seems usable for normal wear."

The Old God hung each of them on a separate rack and stood next to the mirror while simply watching. She didn't seem as if she was leaving anytime soon and appeared to be waiting for the Changeling to start changing. Despite this line of thought there was no heat in her cheeks or eyes. Instead she was rather dispassionate as she observed. Staying to take in every detail once Mordred began to wear the clothing. There was a bit you could glean from how someone put something on and the ease in which they did so, and in case there were any mishaps she would be there to help quickly enough.

[Kat]

Mordred

A suit and a dress. The first would come in handy for a job interview she planned to undertake and she took a liking to its color scheme, but she never had a chance to wear a dress before. She was both hesitant to put it on and curious how she would look in such feminine garments.

When Bellitanus led her to the changing room, she finally had a chance to witness her changed looks. Her eyes, identical to her new companion's aside from their crimson color, looked alluring. Deep in her heart she knew she would eventually become less human due to the path she took, and it felt inevitable that a change to her mien could happen. But the question arose why her eyes looked like the woman's? It could not have been a coincidence.

"Why our eyes are so similar? Answer me, I won't take halftruths for a reply." She confronted the woman with a frown.

[Umbra of Chaos]

Urthemiel

Despite her companion's frown Urthemiel remained completely unconcerned. In fact, there almost seemed to be a bit of satisfaction at the question. As if she was waiting for Mordred to question or realize it. "Are you really so unaware, Mordred? Whether or not you are a 'Changeling' the blood of dragons sings in your veins, however faintly. It does so just as it is does with me. We are quite similar in that respect, although I do have reason to believe that what resounds in me is stronger than what lies within you."

[Kat]

Mordred

She was really turning into one of Draconic? If that was a truth, there was nothing she could in order to prevent that. Moreover, she should predict more changes to happen. She didn't really find anything wrong in that, a change was part of the lot of her kind. As it also meant departing from the 'heritage' of her Durance, she felt somewhat satisfied. She would welcome her transformation as long as it didn't hinder her too much. But there, there was this woman. She had a chance to observe her, and she never heard of a True Fae being able to mimic human like emotions for such long time. Meaning, the woman could have a spark of creativity that Gentry lacked. Maybe. She had to know more.

"Yeah, that should be the case. There is only a slight tint of a dragon to my looks, but that should change with time. You look fairly normal even if you said your blood is thicker than mine." Could be it that she is hiding her true form? Was her comment she could turn anything easily to a crisp a hint? "You are genuine one, aren't you?" It seemed outlandish, an idea straight from legends and fantasy books, but maybe she had a chance to witness a dragon in a true form? She had faced so many abnormalities in that city that anything could happen. To be honest, she wouldn't be surprised if Henry was the only mundane person in that asylum.

[Umbra of Chaos]

Urthemiel

With a small laugh the Old God nodded and with the smallest spark of magic fire coiled around her hand before being extinguished. However, her slitted eyes were filled with a degree of warmth as she looked back at Mordred and a note of eagerness entered her voice. "I can take on another form if I so wish but this is enough. We can talk as you change. What do you mean it could change in time? Is your blood capable of getting more potent?"

[Kat]

Mordred

"It should, I've met others of my kind with a draconic blood. Eyes should be just beginning. Scales, horns, wings, a tail, I could develop at least some of those traits with time. I'm genuinely curious what form I will take in the end." Mordred explained. It dawned on her that the woman probably seen her dragon like traits but was unable to see her armor. Maybe she was really a dragon after all?

The changeling decided. Her body was changing, so maybe she could try something different this time? Stripping to underwear, she proceeded to change into the black dress that Bellitanus offered her beforehand. She selectively reinforced her Mask so she would fool her own senses and feel like wearing a dress, not an armor.

[Umbra of Chaos]

Urthemiel

The mage circled the Changeling and hummed appreciatively. Her fingers sometimes moved about and left the barest sensation of warm touch against the Changeling's skin. And the look in her eyes was not quite menacing but predatory in a fashion. It was a gaze that could bring a dark flush to the cheeks of the most experienced courtesans. Then she stopped behind Mordred and wrapped one hand around her waist as another caressed the blonde's cheek.

"It does look rather nice on you, Mordred, but you have stoked my curiosity. Is it possible to accelerate that development? Perhaps with the introduction of a purer source?" Her breath was warm against the ear of the other woman but the curiosity in her voice was unmistakeable. While she may have put on a slight show there was not very much desire to be heard in her tone in comparison to that wish to know more about the development of Mordred's draconic condition.

[Kat]

The mage circled the Changeling and hummed appreciatively. Her fingers sometimes moved about and left the barest sensation of warm touch against the Changeling's skin. And the look in her eyes was not quite menacing but predatory in a fashion. It was a gaze that could bring a dark flush to the cheeks of the most experienced courtesans. Then she stopped behind Mordred and wrapped one hand around her waist as another caressed the blonde's cheek.

"It does look rather nice on you, Mordred, but you have stoked my curiosity. Is it possible to accelerate that development? Perhaps with the introduction of a purer source?" Her breath was warm against the ear of the other woman but the curiosity in her voice was unmistakeable. While she may have put on a slight show there was not very much desire to be heard in her tone in comparison to that wish to know more about the development of Mordred's draconic condition.

Mordred

Being watched and evaluated in a such fashion, the color of Mordred's cheeks matched the crimson hue of eyes. She felt small, like a sheep facing a larger beast, but deep in her heart she didn't mind such attention. In fact, it complimented her. "T-thanks." she uttered awkwardly. "You really think you could complete my transformation? Maybe it could be done..." she nodded.