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[sundead]

[It's been a few days since the storm... and despite the major cleanup efforts, things still look about as bad as it left it. Ayumu's getting tired of seeing crushed houses and toppled lamp-posts, not to mention the inconvenience of broken buildings in the square. It's hard to get groceries when there's debris everywhere.

And so, in the middle of the night, a good Samaritan strikes. Nighttime is important because of what this person happens to be wearing. He's cloaked and hooded, but it doesn't do much good because each time he stops - beside a crumbled wall, or a smashed window - he raises the pink chainsaw in his hands, chants a series of indecipherable symbols, and begins to work magic. A light envelops him and blows the cloak aside, revealing a frilly pink miniskirt and hair bows. He doesn't stay very long at each house, but there's enough noise that a sleeping resident or night-time stroller might notice before he flies off.

He really hopes you won't, even if it's inevitable.



ooc: So, Ayumu can use magic to fix your house or yard, or so on. IC encounters would be great, but if you'd like a character to have had their house fixed and discover it later that's fine too. He'll be all over the village, but obviously can't fix everything that's wrong because... well, there's a lot (and it's also dark.)]

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[thebellthatbinds]

[Thankfully House 44 hadn't been hit too badly from the flood waters but the walls were waterlogged and sagging, not to mention a couple of broken windows from broken tree limbs. Sabriel had fought during the raid on the village, and with the tension from the battle and the destruction left over she's plenty exhausted.

However, when Ayumu steps up to the house Sabriel's Death sense shakes her awake. Followed by the sound of...something outside, Sabriel takes up her bell bandolier as she steps up to the window...and can not believe what she's seeing. There are only a handful of Dead people in Luceti that Sabriel is aware of and only one whose hair colour is that mousey grey...she can only assume it's Ayumu in that pink...frilly...thing.

Opening up her window she's mindful to keep her voice low as she calls down to him, uncertain and more than a little confused.]

...Ayumu?

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[sundead]

[Crap, crap, it's someone he knows... And someone as serious as Sabriel, to boot. He definitely can't let her figure things out! Never mind that she already has, he can still salvage this situation!

Grabbing the cloak, which is currently still billowing, he pulls it around himself again. He tries to make his voice sound more imposing.]

[sundead]

You're wrong! Because I am... the Cloaked Ayumu!





[Yep. Situation totally salvaged.]

[thebellthatbinds]

...

[With a sigh Sabriel runs a hand through her hair, carefully setting her bells back down before leaning against the window pane. Cloaked or uncloaked he was still Ayumu.]

Ayumu, what are you doing here?

[sundead]

[s o b he said Ayumu again... and Sabriel isn't buying it at all...

just. play it cool now, Cloaked Ayumu.]

I'm trying to fix some of the damage from that storm.

[thebellthatbinds]

...In a dress?

[No cool for you Ayumu but really, you can't just run around in the middle of the night dressed like that without inspiring a lot of questions.]

[sundead]

...In a dress. Yes.

[thebellthatbinds]

[Well...it's hard to argue when he's got such a serious expression. With a sigh she closes her window, emerging at the door a moment later in her breeches and a t-shirt, her sword hanging by her side. Call it a healthy paranoia thanks to the Raid.

...He looks even more ridiculous up close. She can't help but smile.]

Is the dress a requirement for you to fix things?

[sundead]

Pretty much. Yeah.

[sigh, he's going to have to explain this to keep even a scrap of his manliness intact.] I'm a zombie... and a magikewl girl. It's a long story.

[thebellthatbinds]

You don't say.

[He will need a pretty good excuse to be wearing that much frill and lace before Sabriel stops laughing at the absurdity of it all. Seriously. Sabriel herself has never worn anything so overly girly.

In retrospect this is the first time she's had a good laugh since she arrived at Luceti. Over three months. It was nice, despite all of the hardship that has happened lately.]

[sundead]

[sob what is his life...]

So... I can only use magic if I transform, and the dress is part of the transformation. They never really meant for a guy to have this job.

[thebellthatbinds]

No exceptions? That's a rather strict dress code. [Sabriel allows herself one more fit of giggles before taking a deep, easy breath. Ah...much better. Now she can look at Ayumu with a...mostly straight face.]

I didn't know you were a magic user. For obvious reasons I suppose. [Snort.]

[sundead]

Yeah. Pretty obvious. [He's just going to... not be bothered anymore. She's laughing. That's still better than calling him a pervert.

It would be nice if he could actually believe that.]

[thebellthatbinds]

[In her mind, a pervert would have to enjoy the uniform and from what she could tell, Ayumu clearly did not.]

So. How does your magic work?

[sundead]

[if only everyone else he knows was that logical, Sabriel.]

It's... complicated. But basically, it's magic words, and imagination. [...] And looking cute.

[thebellthatbinds]

Looking cute is a requirement?

[That earns a soft snort from her but she manages to contain her laughter this time around.]

But words and imagination...I can relate to that a little.

[sundead]

Like I said, it's usually a job for girls. [You are not helping anything, Sabriel!]

...You can?

[thebellthatbinds]

[But it's fun to tease him a little.]

In a way. The magic I prefer to use in my work is made up of marks, like words. You need to picture the mark in your mind and draw the mark or speak it in order to cast a spell.

[sundead]

That does sound a little like it... Well, it's not 'marks' but you can make spells work by writing them, too. [Or at least, that works for Eu.]

[thebellthatbinds]

Really? Can you show me how it works?

[sundead]

...Okay, sure.

[Since he was planning to do it anyway... why not an audience?] Stand back a little.

[He lifts the chainsaw, beginning to concentrate again. The air around him begins to glow and sparkle.]

[thebellthatbinds]

[Sabriel nods and does as she's told, taking a few steps back once the weapon starts to glow.]

[sundead]

[Ayumu begins to shout a series of seemingly incomprehensible phrases (much like these) as lights and sparkles shower everywhere. Whatever he's doing seems to be working, though - as the broken window in between them reforms itself.]

[thebellthatbinds]

[She quirks a brow at the phrases, the words themselves unfamiliar and a little awkward considering the cutesy pronunciation. However as the magic starts rebuilding the damage to the window she can't help but be a little impressed.]

That's not bad at all.

[sundead]

And that's all there is to it.

[not looking pleased with himself for the bit of praise at all.]