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[center]Ralrisk, Marielle[/center]
[center]Day 1, Morning.[/center]


The room was a disaster. It was one of the rooms that spotted the Tower with no real purpose other than to function as perhaps a meeting room of a quiet place to sit and think or work. Senechal could program the rooms for all manner of things from training to research. The current room was being used as a dressing room and it was quite clear things were not going well. Flopped on the table in the center of the room was the sole occupant. One of the glass tablets that were the norm for accessing the A.I.s that controlled the Tower as well as the data base for the Tower. 

“Senechal come oooooon…” Ralrisk flopped onto her back and tapped the table a few times with her feet like an irritated teenage girl. “Seriously, we’ve tried like forty dresses. What the fuck.” Senechal sighed in exasperation as it stood with two dressed draped over its arms. [i]Mistress, I’m not sure what exactly you are looking for.[/i] 

Ralrisk rolled back onto her front and sighed defeatedly as she kicked her foot and pushed one of the discarded dresses off the top of the table into a heap on the floor. With a frustrated “uhg” Ralrisk burried her head in her arms. [i]Perhaps I should call the Master of Blade to help?[/i]

“DONT YOU FUCKING DARE” Ralrisk flung the glass tablet at Senechal and it passed right through the A.I. bouncing off the wall before clattering to the floor. The look on her face was murderous as she glared at Senechal.

“Yo, Marrowblade sent me here to che--” The doorway now had a black-haired girl with a crop top and short shorts, her lips slightly parted and eyes widening more than usual at the sight of the violent scene. She paused for a moment before turning on her heel. “Well shit, I guess love has no boundaries, huh?” Marielle teased. “Should I come back later?” 

Ralrisk whipped her head towards the door as she sat up on the table. Glaring daggers the shadows on the wall and floor seemed to wriggle and grow crawling towards the door. Finally figuring out that it wasn’t someone she felt like strangling Ralrisk flopped back on the table and let the shadows go back to normal. “What is it?” The Mistress of Shadow sigh heavily not caring what she or the room looked like at this point. Looking down she saw another dress was still on the table and she kicked it at Senechal. It passed through him the same as the table had before it struck the wall and crumpled on the ground.

Marielle turned back around and dug in her satchel, looking up as if it would help her focus before she pulled out a small glass sheet, holding it up. “I’m not a delivery bitch or anything, but have you gotten one of these thingies yet? Apparently you have yet to respond to the invitation and the wedding’s what, tomorrow?” Marielle looked at the date on the tech. “Tomorrow.” She grumbled under her breath as she stared down and attempted to organize her messy bag. 

Sitting back up with a heavy Ralrisk scowled at Senechal again. “You TWAT! I told you I was going!...” She trailed off as she was bordering on tears. “What the hell?” The A.I. pulled up a guest list and tapped the Mistress of Shadow’s name changing it from yellow to a green. [i]Your status has been undated. Is there anything else I can do for you?[/i] The dark haired woman shook her head and tucked her legs up under her chin. “Big help you’ve been; this was suppose to be fun but it’s just frustrating. You’re so not helpful.” Senechal didn’t given any sort of reaction [i]My apologies Mistress. Perhaps I simply lack the skill to assist you in this.[/i] Popping her head back up Ralrisk scowled again and stuck her tongue out. “I swear Shard programmed you with attitude you ass.”

Marielle stared around at the room. “It looks like a ton of sweaty sumo wrestlers decided to have an orgy in this room.” She stared at Ralrisk blankly. “Were you asking the robot to help you get off or something? because your complexion looks pretty red and I can hear your breathing from all the way over here.” Marielle grinned in amusement with white teeth. “Sorry to rain on your parade but been there done that, not fun.”

Shooting Marielle a nasty look Ralrisk shifted her legs so she was sitting with her legs crossed. “Why are you such a bitch?” It was an insensitive question but at the same time it was a legitimate one. “I mean seriously, doesn’t it ever tire you out? Crow told me about how you decided to be a total ass to him for no reason. Do you get off on it or something?”

Marielle’s expression faded back to one that was blank, as if she were pondering the question like a philosophical one. “Call me whatever you want but I’m real. This is the whole package. I don’t do bullshit lady, so if you don’t like bitchy then don’t listen to it.” She scratched her head, looking up. “I wasn’t trying to be nasty to Crow, he was just being all creepy and shit looking at his dead collection like a child looks at toys. I guess I’m the same with my inventions though so I shouldn’t judge. I find it kinda funny that Raisin-face whined about it to you though.” Marielle inhaled slowly. It’d been a small while since she talked like this. It felt slightly alien going back to how she regularly conversed, like stretching muscles that haven’t been used in a while. Luckily for her though those muscles weren’t stiff.

Stifling a giggle Ralrisk smiled at Marielle. “He does kinda look like a raisin doesn’t he? I never thought about that. Although I don’t know why he wears that stupid Wyrdmask all the time. And yeah it is kinda creepy how he is always in the morgue. As for whining he wasn’t I asked him about women in his life. I should have known better than to think he’d understand what I meant. Did he really tell you to go play in the crematorium?” Propping her chin on her hands Ralrisk leaned towards Marielle as she sat on the top of the table.

Taken back from the girl’s response Marielle continued, leaning slightly against the wall. It was an old habit of hers, but it helped her think. “If he didn’t have on that mask I’d probably call him prettyboy, but who knows? I’m not racist against raisins so whatever.” She eyed Ralrisk, actually taking in her features before treading forward. “Look, I don’t gossip, but he did have a point. I tend to play with fire...probably a bit too much..” Her look was almost melancholy for a brief moment before fixing itself back to a pout. “I don’t want to eat dead people fire though, thank you very much.”

“Apparently he’s a super great bang if you can get him drunk enough.” Ralrisk raised her eyebrows twice in Marielle’s general direction. “And he is [i]heeeeellla[/i] pretty when he doesn’t have that stupid mask on. But I wouldn’t know; it’s also ridiculously hard to get the fucker drunk. Stupid Elder Sidhe are no fun. It takes Eldrian Firewater to get him that drunk and that was the last time Kaela was here so she told me all about it after she got him in bed. Anyway. Did you really come all the way over here just to tell me about the wedding thing?” Ralrisk stretched like a cat as she climbed onto her knees and arched her back a few times.

Marielle grumbled. “Blondie also told me to help you out if you were having dress troubles, which…” She eyed Ralrisk’s room again before sighing. “Damn, that fucking pirate knows too much.” Yawning, Marielle threw down the satchel, which folded, then expanded into a suitcase. “She went off about how purple would look good on you or some shit.”

Ralrisk peered down at the suitcase. “Did you bring me a present?” She frowned. “Hey how does she know I was going to have trouble with a dress? That’s really irritating. Bad enough that Christian and Urthar constantly seem to be able to keep track of me.” Ralrisk narrowed her eyes. “I’m losing my edge.”

Marielle stared at her for a little while before beginning to unzip the suitcase. “Like I said I’m not a delivery bitch,” She frowned. “That doesn’t mean I don’t owe Marrowblade a few favors, though.” She thought about how nasty she was to her. Raven took her in and Marielle shut her out. The girl shook her head. “Don’t be offended by the fact that the woman brought you some dresses, she’s just easily amused. She probably guessed from your personality that you might need some extra shit to try on.” Marielle inhaled, realizing that the only edge she had to her abilities was her anger. The realization made her unsettlingly sad.

Ralrisk gave Marielle a dirty look. “The fuck is that suppose to mean? Are you saying I’m high maintenance?” Ralrisk pouted until she saw the dresses. “See this Senechal! Christian is marrying someone with a sense of fashion. Unlike you!” Senechal remained silent through the verbal abuse as Ralrisk turned back. “Sorry, I’ve been having a rough week. Not skin blisteringly rough but rough enough that I’ve turned poor Senechal into my personal bitch.” Picking up one of the dresses Ralrisk held it up before she looked around it at Marielle. “Is it super cliche that I’m the mistress of Shadow and purple is sort of my thing?”

Marielle shook her head to not only answer Ralrisk’s question but her grimy mood as well. “Nah. I’m a stone cold bitch but you don’t see me avoiding the color black.” She crossed her arms. “As for the whole high maintenance thing, it’s cute. Likeable to the right people. I don’t know if it’s you, since I don’t know you, but it’s definitely entertaining.” She froze, realizing her poor manners. Out of character, Marielle stood a little more upright. “I’m Marielle Spade, by the way. Sorry but I seem to forget the whole introductory shit people throw at each other.” She rolled her eyes at the annoying thought of people being polite and putting on a mask for the sake of introducing themselves.

Ralrisk sighed and flopped the dress. “No kidding. I swear the men around here are dumb as fuck.” Folding the first dress she set it on the table and picked up another and held it up looking at it before folding it and setting it on the table as well. “I’m Ralrisk Zalthrim, second heir to the Throne of Shadows, Mistress of Shadow, Blade of the Darkness, blah blah fucking blah.” Picking up a third dress she held it up to her chest she raised an eyebrow. “Thoughts?” 

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Marielle eyed it before smiling genuinely, a rare look on the girl. “Hold your arms up for me please.”

Ralrisk handed Marielle the dress and held up her arms. “I hope this turns out better than the others or I might just have to go find someone real to punch. It’s not too princess right? Cause I have no problem with going for something more risque.” Ralrisk waited patiently for Marielle to finish her assessment. 

Marielle’s memory flashed back to when she was helping a circus performer, one of her companions, into a dress before one of their shows started. Her expression changed to a gloomy one before she dug into her card box and pulled out a 2 of diamonds. She flicked the card on the sides of the dress a little before letting the purple fabric leave her fingertips, making the dress suspend in the air. The girl whispered some unintelligible words before flicking the card into the air as she snapped once. Suddenly the dress was on Ralrisk, a little ragged but fitting her perfectly, according to the knowledge of the card. Marielle walked up to her and adjusted the front of it a little before stepping back, finger and thumb to her chin. “Well, as the saying goes, the five thousandth one is the charm.” With that she winked, some of her performer’s charm popping out of her from the sweet taste of her will. Using her diamond cards always felt uplifting. 

Ralrisk spun once and checked the way the dress fell on her. “Probably needs to be adjusted; that and Akime and I have to go find matching dresses since we’re bridesmaids.” With a twist of her lips she looked down over the dress again. “Senechal, board.” The A.I. held up a simple wooden board. With a fluid movement Ralrisk snapped her right leg out from underneath the dress and it split the board cleanly in two pieces which clattered to the floor. “Sweet.” Ralrisk held the pose with her leg still extended for a moment. “I think this is the one.”

Marielle yawned sleepily. “Good. I guess my favor is fulfilled. Cya….” Marielle started to head out the door before the world spun in her eyes and it twisted into black, causing her body to roughly fall to the floor.

Ralrisk caught Marielle right before her head bounced off the ground. “Damn it, what the hell.” With a heave Ralrisk picked up Marielle and looked at Senechal. “Let the med bay know I’ve got a patient. With that Ralrisk hiked up her the dress and ran with Marielle to the med bay.