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By the end of this RP I will be a fashion expert.
My reply was one of confusion rather than clarification. I'm sorry, but the more I read your answer, the less I understand what it means. Are you saying that 1 diagonal counts as 2 squares, 1 diagonal counts as 1 normal but only once a turn, or 1 diagonal counts as 1 square regardless?
1 square per square?
Does moving diagonally count as one or two squares?

Harry Kingsfield


Location:
Red Lake B&B



"Thank you for understanding, Mrs. Walker." As much as Harry wanted to finish his cup of coffee, it would be a bad idea to bring it into Riley's room. He didn't want to chance accidentally spilling it on something important (either to Riley, the Walkers, or the investigation itself). And even if it didn't spill somewhere important, it would be a mess that would have to be cleaned up by either himself or the Walkers. Even if he didn't spill it on anything, it would still be one hand occupied, which wasn't very conducive to looking through all of a teenage girl's belongings. So out in the lobby the coffee would remain to get cold. What a shame.

Harry gave the room a quick scan. Pink, pink, pink. He couldn't say he was expecting this level of cheeriness from the girl's room. He'd thought of the current generation as being a lot moodier, growing up on pop-punk, nu-metal and rap; it carried with it the expectation that they'd have a broader choice of color. Decorative choices aside, his eye was almost immediately drawn to the diary, left locked up to keep its contents private. A daunting obstacle for someone who was trying to view its contents without the owner being able to learn of the breach in privacy.

Harry however, had no such hang-ups. He busted out his pocket knife and slid it in between the space between the book's pages and the leather strap keeping the tome sealed. He was going to cut it open, the only issue being how long it would take. These straps tended to be decently durable, and he was sawing away with a pocket knife. He kept his pretty sharp, but it was by no means a powerhouse of laceration.


Location: Diamond District



Well looked like if all went well, she had her dress for the evening. The biggest hurdle in this instance would be if the dress would actually fit her. All she had gone by when filtering through the very expensive eveningwear was mostly estimates for what would probably fit based on her height and measurements, but that was no guarantee that the dressing room wouldn't bring with it disappointment and mission failure.

Still, she wasn't shopping on her own dime, and this was supposed to be fun. So even if this dress ended up being an abject failure, Mali could just view it as another opportunity to discover something beautiful for her to wear rather than another crushing remind how few clothes actually fit her these days.

Mali took the dress to the back and sealed herself into that small room where dreams came true or hopes were dashed upon the jagged stones of Reality. Still, if anything, at least she'd be out of those hand-me-downs for a bit. One which change of clothes later, she was relieved to find that she could in fact wear the dress. It was a bit tight around the midsection, but if she sucked her stomach in it wasn't too uncomfortable. Had they more than an afternoon to get everything ready, it'd be easily tailored to fit like a glove.

Mali resisted the urge to keep checking herself out in the room's mirror and strode out of the room, head held high and intact hand on her hip. There was quite a contrast between the luxury of the dress, the dullness of the cast on her left hand, the messiness of her hair and the grunge of her well-used sneakers and socks, but ignoring issues and projecting confidence was part of bodybuilding. When she reached Zoie, Mali almost spun in place as a final flourish, but the more rational part of her self-conscious kept her from doing something so childish.

"So, pretty good if I say so myself." For emphasis Mali went through a couple of poses to show off the dress from a few different angles. It was almost something of a reflex, to pose for an audience and/or judge. It felt good to be looked at while she was prettier than not-at-all. Actually being in some of the fancy clothes made her more excited to do the other legs of the shopping trip. Some new shoes, get her nails and hair done, maybe some make-up; those politicians won't know what him them.
Nor

Location: Outside the Tower
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Nor had just managed to get the last of the half digested food and stomach acid off of his foot when his ears caught a bunch of yelling and growling coming from within the Tower everyone had entered. By the time he'd turned around to face the source of all the noise, there was some horrendous cacophony, the likes he'd never encountered before. An ill-fated dance between the disfigurement of metal and the destruction of flesh, a sound that made the faint of heart sick to their stomach.

If there was one thing Nor didn't have, it was a weak stomach. It'd take more than nightmarish noises to send him running. Drawing his blade, Nor ran into the tower proper to see what in the 9 Hells was going on. Internally he mused that there was about a 50% chance of the noise coming from one of the party members, which would cut their numbers down even further, but if he came in to find most everyone dead, that would be plenty of grounds to cut ties and make a break for it. (Un)Fortunately, that wasn't the case, it was just a suit of armor with a corpse in it mangled and broken, presumably because of the boy's actions. Bloody mages.
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Harry Kingsfield


Location:
Red Lake B&B



Harry accepted the cup of coffee with a respectful nod. He probably could have done without another cup of joe, but what was he going to do? Not take free coffee? Sure his bloodstream was saturated with caffeine, and his bladder was soon to suffer the consequences of his folly, but to not accept such a gracious offer would be in poor taste. She was technically his employer, and it would be best to avoid making her feel offput in any way. That's what he told himself at least.

"I know this might feel like breaching the privacy of your daughter, and by extension yours, but I have a request." Harry took a sip of coffee before continuing further with his explanation. [color=slategray]"Would you allow me access to your daughter's room? I have reason to believe there might be evidence related to her disappearance located there."

"...I'll try to put everything back afterwards."[/color.] Harry wasn't sure how she would react to his request, but it would be a real bother if he was denied access to her room. He might have to try sneaking in at some point if that were the case. Not something he'd enjoy, but desperate times. Not that he was desperate. At least not yet.
Convenient time for a flashback?
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