Bracelets for the soul

"Hell yeah!" she chimed.
She looked down in her bag occasionally, giving it a happy smile. 
She wasn't going to do any touch ups, as she was absolute shit at sewing.
"And yeah, we should look stuff up. There's gonna be a ton of stuff to do, and I could see myself caught in a hallway trying to pick if I didn't know what to do."
As she spoke, she heard what he had been humming.
wait
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FUCK
"That damn song is gonna be stuck in my head all week...." she mumbled. She wasn't unhappy with it though.
She happily whistled the fairly-famous tune created by (in her mind) one of the best comedic genuises to grace the planet.
Alraada was already happy enough to be whistling that song (that surprisingly spoke to her a little bit).
Seeing Nace's expression after her comment that took absolutely zero effort was probably one of the best parts of the day.
"I'm glad we had this date, it went really well! Let's keep the streak going, 'kay?" she spoke happily.

Galystris, also, wasn't horribly shocked.
She didn't quite understand Cheri's issues, how they acted, and what made them feel the way they did.
She wasn't all that good with people whose emotions she couldn't predict.
But even so, she was...dissapointed.
She was paired with another girl after all.
What would they say to her back home? Not very accepting things to be certain...
The reason they sent her to this experiment was to be 'cured' of being homosexual.
It infuriated her, but still, due to the unrelenting comments, she couldn't help but feel like someone who was sick.
When she turned to the new girl who was to be her soulmate, the best she could muster was a blank (yet slightly annoyed) look, which she gave nearly everybody she encountered.
"I'm not entirely sure.  If there's anything you'd want to do, let me know." she spoke.
She sighed to herself, running the words of her comrades through her mind.
"Maybe we can get to know each other a little better. As you may know, I'm Galystris Dawnfury. I was a military general for..." she stopped in the middle of her sentence. She knew people of this land weren't entirely fond of her country due to things of the past that she could not for the life of her control.
"A country very far away. You're a pop idol, right?" she inquired, admittedly a bit curious about her correctness.

"Eh." Aberdeen shrugged as they remembered their meal they'd brought home and subsequently stood up from their bed and dug it out of their bag. "I don't really care, whatever is fine with me." They placed their food into the hotel microwave and began heating it in 30 second intervals until it was properly reheated. They sat back down on the bed with their food in hand and began eating, as they'd been hungry all day.

Aberdeen hadn't been paying attention to anything flashing by on the TV as Maicy flipped through the channels, her sudden switch from the news station not really registering as anything strange in their head. However, Maicy's shaky tone drew their attention away from the food they'd currently been invested in eating, the fighter turning to face their partner.

"Um, okay." They muttered, a bit of confusion in their voice. "Whatever you wanna do." They shrugged.

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Amil ran his fingers through his hair as he walked into the bar, trying to calm his temper as best he could while also appearing as approachable as possible. His partner's attitude problem still brought a scowl to his face, however. How could he be paired with such a pissy man-child? The reasoning behind these match ups made little sense to the man, but he was quickly pulled from his thoughts at the sight of a woman crying off to the side in one of the booths.

A devilish grin spread across his face as he sauntered over to the table, leaning down next to her and speaking in a calm, sympathetic voice. "Ma'am, are you alright? Do you need someone to talk to?" The woman looked up toward the figure and began sobbing into his vest, bringing a grimace to Amil's face for a moment before he quickly wiped it away. The girl went into detail about how she'd just been fired from her job and evicted from her apartment in the same day. 

His face was washed over with legitimate sympathy, but the desire to make a deal was so much stronger. He patted her lightly on the shoulder and smiled. "Oh darling, there's no need to cry!" He chimed as he ordered two drinks over to the booth, the man taking a large swig of his as it arrived. "In fact, I think I can help you out~"

    Arriving back to their hotel room, Alti skipped merrily through the rift, bag swinging in hand. "Aaaaaand that makes two whole good dates!" he sang, flashing a peace sign at his soulmate before seating himself and their costumes on his previously unused bed. Over the next few hours, Alti tinkered with the shoddy cosplays using a sewing kit he transported in, addressing the scientist's main source of concern by pulling apart a few seams to take in the bust first, but on his own outfit. Having not taken his partner's measurements yet, he wasn't all too sure about picking apart the matching two-piece just yet, so he pushed it aside. I should get those soon. Gonna need them for his prize later~ he mused to himself. Occasionally, he'd look up from his work to observe his soulmate in his natural element, genuinely curious as to just what all those gadgets he purchased would make when combined for a brief moment, and then went back to work again. A few moments later and a shadow casting over his project followed by a pink light glowing in his face brought his attention away from the needle once again. "Whoa!" he gasped, tapping at the hollow plastic in a blend of disbelief and wonder, "Haha, no kidding! It looks WAY less cheap now! This'll look great on our costumes, you know, once I replace these things.." Alti pulled at one of the lazy-looking bows and stuck his tongue out at it before tossing it to the side and snickering confidently. 

    "Oh, wait! Before I forget," he joked, rummaging in his kit before taking out a roll of measuring tape, "Gotta measure you real quick~" He shot up from his seat and quickly unraveled the roll, wrapping the tape around various parts of Cyrus' body and recording the numbers he found in his mind for later use. "'Kay, done!" he chimed, still down in a kneel.

"Hmm.." Aberdeen thought to themself as they finished the last of their meal, trying to recall any anime they used to frequently watch. "Well, Cowboy Bebop was a big one, just cuz it was always on.... That being said, Inuyasha was one I used to watch a lot too. Though, when I went to college, I got into Kill la Kill and One Punch Man.." The fighter shrugged, knowing their answers were pretty generic considering the popularity of the series they'd just listed off.

"What about you?"

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All seemed to be going well for Amil. He and the woman from the bar had shared a few drinks, a few laughs, and a heartfelt discussion on both of their current life events. However, Amil was on the clock, and had very little patience when it came to his emotional side. After a small fit of laughter, the man mellowed down into a much more serious tone. He turned to the woman and locked eyes with her before trying to steal the deal.

"You know, when I said I could help you out before, I wasn't joking." He spoke softly. "In fact, name something you'd love to be. A model? A pop star? The president of an enormous company? Queen of your own kingdom? These sound insane, yeah?" He cooed, the woman nodding along nervously yet fully intrigued. "Well, lets put up a price. Saaaaaaaaaay, 50 years of your life and I can make you any one of these things! Now, when I say '50 years' its not taking away from your current time. Its how long you'll be in limbo while you wait to move on to Heaven or Hell. A small price to pay, yeah?"

He grinned at the girl and held his hand out, the black ooze bubbling and eyes popping open, startling the woman a bit. "So whattya say? Do we have a deal?" The woman looked down towards her lap for a few minutes, Amil's patience wearing thin until he heard the woman begin to laugh quietly to herself. This quiet giggling quickly turned into hysterical, insane cackling as Amil began attempting to slide out of the booth, the woman gripping his shoulder.

"Oh, that sounds like a great deal." The woman growled with a voice that wasn't all her own. Upon making eye contact with Amil, her eyeballs had been glossed over with a black fog as she threw her drink in the man's face and began cackling again. "But I think I'll have to pass, sweetheart!" Amil scowled as the world around him melted away, the man soon finding himself standing in a black void with Zadinya a few feet away, laughing maniacally.




The void completely dissipated and Amil found himself back inside his hotel room, the man shaking uncontrollably.

Maicy listened of what anime Aberdeen has watched. Seemed that they only watched the popular so far. Makes sense given the fact that... well.. who would go out of their way to watch the same type of shows Maicy has seen?

She thought about it. It's best to get the more popular one out of the way first.

"Well, I remember liking Sailor Moon when I was young. Then when I grew into my preteen years, when I had no friends in middle school, I watch a variety of shows, like Fate/Stay Night, Kanon, Azumanga Daioh, Galaxy Angel, Detatoko Princess, and... Pani.. Poni... Dash..."

Maicy just realized how much of a dork she sounds right now. Her face turns red of embarrassment.

"Uh...yeah, I'm a complete dork, heheheheh..."

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"Oh really! Thank you, Galy~!" Piami chimed.

Overhearing Galystris's voice, Jim and Josh's faces turned red as they stopped monitoring for a moment.

"H-Hey man, t-that's not where here for!" Josh stammered.

"Y-Yeah, we're just-"

"Basically, we're keeping gaurd on the door in case if there are any intruders, Miss Galystris." Giaile spoken, hoping her voice can reach the other side. She bit her tounge to hold back the irritation of what Galystris was implying "Gotta make sure Miss Piami is safe."

Just then, she got a text message. For a moment, Giaile thought it was gonna be Eva but instead it was from her boss. They said the wanted a Skype call interview with Jim and Josh.

"Oh shit..." Giaile thought to herself. "I should've figured this would happened."

Giaile looked at the door.

"Miss Galystris, I beleive I can't continue to gaurd the door because of an important call I need to set up for Jim and Josh. But from what I was judging for the past few days, you seem to be one with the most respect her and have the toughest minds." Giaile pushed her glasses upwoads. "So for now, I'll leave you and Miss Piami be for now."

And that point, Giaile grabbed Jim and Josh's ears and walked upstairs to set up the Skype call.

Vale set the materials down he was working with as Alraada got flustered talking about the dance they had missed out on during their first date. A smile was under his mask, clearly amused by her shy rambles. "Were you looking forward to that?" He said. "Well then, come on." He stood up, abandoning the laid out fabrics. He'd only gotten to picking the colors and material, no real design plans coming to mind quite yet. "This will have to wait to be delivered until after the con, anyways." He made his way back over to his computer and selected a song. "But something like this? We don't have to wait." As the music started to flow through the room, he turned to Alraada with an outstretched hand, cocking his head slightly to the side. "I'd prefer our first dance to be less formal anyways~."