Constance: Making the cosplays

[02:25] Much like the contrived plan, the humble travel finds safety in their arrival far south of Osrona's borders. Where the waters cove into a pristine set of isles and the towering academy known for its renown for studious students of all varieties.

It is within where the free amenities and facilities would be brushed into its full use.

"Careful, I forget where the rec room is." Waylaid halls barren with life in the dead end of classes for the day. Nay a soul saunters forth as its interiors are surveyed by prospective users.

For her visits to this Academy may be frequent, it were not as numerous as most who had means of easy transportation to and fro. Instead, the slow steps and watchful eyes set their course upon the upper floors of Starfall Academy's main buildings. Yearning to find the peculiar room oft used for the activity needed to be done.

"Oh, there," she chirps, a finger motioning to a nearby doorway as her figure entersfreely in silence.

Within, the recreational room finds itself laden with various tools of craftsmanship and artisanship. Yet one in particular gleams true: sewing kits that adorn the shelves, one of which is taken carelessly as the metal tin box is propped and presented to Nicholas. "This one! This should do."

Their prize, found.
(Constance)
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[03:37] Nicholas looked around the room, a hand moving to push his glasses up along the bridge of his nose. "Looks kind of dusty, doesn't it?" He asks as he turns to look at Constance when she brings forth a metal tin box and pops its lid open for him to see.

What was he even looking at?

"Needles.. Some balls of colorful thread. . ." Processing. "It's a sewing kit? Oh, it's a sewing kit. Yeah, of course, I knew that, hah-.." Maybe he was tired, Nicholas is usually sharper than this.

"Hey, so how long do you think this is going to take to do? I've never.. You've never? I have no idea."
(Nicholas)
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[03:49] "Aha, I guess it is a bit in disuse. But it's free!" Of course, the ringer proves itself. Though the flashiness of pristine and new-furbished tools were beyond them, there held the simple primer of working with what was available.

Never had she been one to flaunt money. If anything, she were always at the bottom of the barrel. Yet such only makes her tenacity to find alternatives all the wiser.

Softly does the tin container find itself opened. The purchased fabrics are scattered across an empty table as tools are set aside in preparation. "Besides, I can probably work with anything. I just needed something to start us off. And yeah, I learned this during one of the free community classes around my neighborhood."

Her panache to make do with opportunities at least present itself. Slowly would the needle be thread, the opening stiches made upon what is supposedly Cage's cloak is set forth. A thimble upon her finger keeping herself freefrom pricks.

"You know, I can't really tell how long it'll be!" After all, she had never done anything of this magnitude or scale prior. Only small handkerchiefs and what-not, but never full-scale costumes. "If I had to guess... maybe a couple of days? Some weeks?"

She shrugs as measurements are made, set upon the coming fruition as the contours begin their initial shape. "I don't mind how long it takes anyway. I'll probably keep working on it until its done, aha."

"I'll probably stick around here for a bit longer on some days, but that's alright for me!"
(Constance)
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[03:49] * You have been awarded 20 Roleplay Points! *
[04:06] Nicholas finds a spot at the table where they worked, pulling aside a chair for himself. Dark eyes flash across the beginnings of the purple cloak, presumedly being made for his costume for Cage, his skeleton sorcerer OC, who also was absolutely not just another recycled version of his ideal self made with some small, minute changes. Yes it was.

Muscled, magical, and confident as heck.

"Can't beat free, I guess!" Nicholas exclaims as he shuffles awkwardly in place, soon beginning to look around the room just as she mentioned all of this might taking several days.

Which meant they would need to make that long trip back and forth between Starfall and Osrona several times over.

A groan comes from him. "My poor legs! You know I'm not that athletic, right? I'm still a little sore as is!" A loooong, exaggerated sigh comes rolling forth.

"It's fine.. It's fine. It'll be worth it. These costumes will be worth it!" He mutters to himself.
(Nicholas)
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[04:18] Careful strides cleanly swipe and cut across woven fabric. Their dusty shapes and mismatched colors held nay a shred of pristineness that many oft expect from a new purchase. And yet, it were their own. A sense of ownership provides an added sentimentality that runs past each of the item's strands.

It were special, at least to her.

"I mean, you don't have to come! I'll ask Ah if he's free. Or if you're both busy, I'll just come and finish the rest by myself." Though she were not as sanguine as majority of her companions, what made up for it were diligence and unparalleled determination. "Either way, I'm still making it my goal to get this done as soon as I can."

Words exchange as the initial pauldron that would cover the shoulders of their sorcerer would be slowly made into existence. Any more time and more aspects of their motley crew's cosplays would be accomplished.

Ah's chivalrousstraps, paired such with unprecedented and charismatic guile; Nicholas' robes, set cleanly and in color as to perfectly accent the eventual mask that would lord over them; and her own, the quaint witch hat and cloak that would prove her place as one of the Dark Lord's servants.

Soon, their outfits would come to fruition.

"I wonder how the campaign'll begin. I'm definitely getting explosion spells again this time." Not that she hasn't done that for the past three characters now. "But, but! I'll make it... hellfire flavored this time. Yeah, yeah..."

"Or maybe something else. I dunno. Maybe if I think of something."
(Constance)
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[04:37] "No, no, it's cool. I'm cool. I can tag along, Constance." Who knows, maybe his legs will get buff.

"Didn't Ah say the campaign plot was that we were plumbers trying to save, turtles, or something? It was some spin-off Pathwinder module I think. Wonder how much of it is homebrew..?" He asks off-handedly as he shuffles once more in his seat.

He was starting to get bored, so instead of just sitting there, he'd reach over and picks up one of the spools of thread and start to mess with it.

"Hey, hellfire explosions sound real cool! You should do it!" He encourages.
(Nicholas)
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[04:44] Snip, snip, snip.

Time marches as progress shows its colors. Slow as it may be, prevalent steps taken show the prevalent outcomes in swift success compared to before they started.

Accessories glimmer as the worn textiles soon become more grandiose as second-hand textiles can be. Of course, the limit were not as high as better-grade materials, yet it was good for this caliber.

"Something like that. I think he made it himself. I don't really recall any official adventures that relate to plumbers and turtles..." She ponders, as if to fact-check her own statement with memories of her own.

A fan as she might be of the system, she was never as versed with its official content as the other two. "But I'm excited nonetheless!"

In time, there would be significant progress. The easiest of them all being Ah's muscle straps would be accomplished in swift succession. "I can't wait to blow things up again. How aboutyou? What sorta thing are you supposed to do with your class?"
(Constance)
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[05:08] Nicholas nods a few times, that tracks in regards to his thoughts of it being almost entirely homebrew. Ah always did get, creative, with the settings.

"That should be right. There's definitely not any official source material related to plumbers and turtles." He says, tossing the spool of thread back onto the table as he stretches his legs out across a nearby chair.

"Cage? He's gonna have control over.. Temperature magic! That's like, his innate ability, and as time goes on during the campaign, and I complete more of his background plot, he'll start to get more flesh and blood, and be able to control it too!"

"He'll be a real cantrip engine of destruction!"
(Nicholas)
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[05:17] With a soft flick does the spool stop in its tracks, caught by the young lass's fingers as they are erected upright unto their original posture.

She ponders, intrigued by the suggested plan for their own character to traverse the metaphysical aspect of the temperature around them.

"Dang, so from like, a skeleton, he becomes human," she infers, intrigued. "That's a neat idea actually! Kinda like a dead guy trying to bring himself back to life."

For a moment, she pauses; her back leans as the frays of clothes before her comes into a standstill. Somewhere, out there, a lich sits in his floating skeletal dragon of a castle; infinitesimally ignorant of whatever miniature occurrence with minor lives like theirs were transpiring.

"Gee, I wonder if some magi could do that. But then again, I guess we'd be seeing a lot of dead people come back to life if that's the case, aha." Unknowing of the subject, the lass merely subjugates herself to posh chuckles.

Eventually, progress accomplishes itself. Parts of the costumes being significantly done. Though there will surely be a need for more time at a later date, the work they had incurred now were more than enough to psyche each other out. "Oh, this should be enough for the day! Ah's stuff is pretty much done. His was the easiest!"

"Mine, I'll probably finish last... but yours is getting there!" She flashes a smile, pulling her sleeves forward as she shows the half-finished purple robe. Muscular in some weaver magic, yet comfortable by the looks of it. "See?"
(Constance)
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[05:44] "It's gonna be real cool, since I'm also gonna try to multiclass instead of just do a straight wizard." Nicholas says, his attention now being fully captured by talking about his min-maxing tendencies.

"Yeah, that's totally it! The more people he kills, the more blood he gets, and the stronger he becomes. I'm aiming for a cleric dip at level two, so I can get some armor and be a little tankier than the last campaign. Maybe like, a cool shield too? With a skull on it! Yeah, that'd be rad!"

"But, yeah, the cleric will be death domain, so I get the cleric's impose wounds spell for free, since skeletons are all evil-!"

His rambling is interrupted however at the mention of magi. How he longed to actually be one.

"Who knows with them, right? They are like, capable of absolutely insane things, right? They probably can!" Nicholas says, leaning back in the chair as he folds his hands behind his head and looks up towards the ceiling of the rec room.

.. How does dust get on the ceiling? Shouldn't dust collect downwards, because gravity?

As he ponders this mystery, it isn't long afterwards that he gives a start as Constance pronounces they were done for the day, and he looks over towards the work she's done so far and whistles.

"Wow Constance, that actually looks super good!" It was certainly a massive upgrade from what they had worn before. Relativity was key here.
(Nicholas)
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