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[highhealplz]

[ There's a scruffy, friendly-lookin dude front and center here, sort of recognizable as the slightly older, longer-haired version that used to go around being stuffy and formal. This sheepish smile is pretty uncharacteristic of him from back then, though. ]

Hello! I'm Ashraf. I was here a while ago, co-director of the transport-run clinic? [ He offers a wave. ] So hello again to anyone that knew me. I'm sorry in advance if I don't remember you very well, it's been about fifty years on my end! [ says the guy who doesn't look a day over 20 ]

So, anyway— I figured this could be a long shot, but... does anyone have a way with clothing?

[ Here's where the sheepish smile makes a triumphant return. He pulls up a pair of beautifully embroidered robes, obviously expensive, but currently full of violent-looking rips, tears, and a bullet hole or two. There's also some bloodstains left over from attempts to wash them out. ]

I tried, I really did. At this point, I think it's going to take magic to set these straight. Or a whole new set, maybe. So, um... any takers? I could pay!

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[dawningsun]

[He furrows his brows a bit and taps a gloved finger to his chin.]

I suppose it would not hurt to try, if you had such an object. I make no guarantees, though.

[highhealplz]

Well... [ He shifts, digs through one of the pockets in the tattered robe, and holds up a small blue gem. ] I brought some of these from home. You're welcome to take a look, if you want.

[dawningsun]

[He raises a long, curled brow, and nods. It looks a bit like a mana gem.]

I would like to attempt it. When should I meet you? I will require measurements, and I would like to obtain those myself, as well as see this gem of yours.

[highhealplz]

Sure. How about this afternoon?

[dawningsun]

That works well enough for me. Where can I find you?

((bb we gonna action spam this?))

AND SUDDENLY ACTION

[highhealplz]

In my apartment is a pretty safe bet-- room [I FORGET JUST IMAGINE]. I'll be here for a few hours, so take your time.

FOURTH FLOOR FIRST ONE ON THE RIGHT ASHRAF

[dawningsun]

[Have a knock at your door. Kirian has his cane with him, and a small bag that holds his basic supplies. There's a notebook and pen floating behind him.]

GOSH HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO REMEMBER THE THINGS I WRITE

[highhealplz]

[ Ashraf is there in a moment, dressed in casual clothing with the sad, sad robes still draped over an arm. He smiles to see Kirian, and quickly steps out of the way to invite him inside. ]

Hi! Um... Kirian, wasn't it? [ pronounced just a little wrong, but that's what you get from reading names off of the tablet display. ]

and thus the mystery is solved why people have to carry ashraf home

[dawningsun]

[He frowns slightly and steps past him into the small home. Humans, always butchering his poor name.]

Keer-ee-an.

[The book floats after him, and he regard Ashraf for a moment. He waves a hand at him.]

The less you're wearing, the more accurate I can measure, but please...do leave your undergarments on.

Re: and thus the mystery is solved why people have to carry ashraf home

[highhealplz]

Kirian, sorry!

[ He closes the door after him, takes a second to watch the book with amusement, and then turns the grin on Kirian. ]

Are you sure? I've heard I can make a pretty good show of it. [ But he's already undoing the buttons, making to shrug his shirt off. He won't strip right here in the entryway, but a losing a shirt is fine. ]

By the way, can I get you anything to drink?

[dawningsun]

I'm not in the habit of mixing business and pleasure. If you wish to make a show of it, perhaps another visit.

[He smirks to himself, but his tone is bored, as always.]

Tea, if you have any. If not, water will do just as well.

[highhealplz]

[ Oh. Note to self, don't try jokes like that on this guy — he might just go with them. But he smiles anyway, starts for the kitchen, and gestures for Kirian to join him with a nod of his head. ]

We have plenty of tea. And options, even! [ He's gotten the shirt by the time they reach the kitchen, and lays it with his robes over the back of a chair, before setting the water to boil. ]

[dawningsun]

[He looks away, not embarrassed, just slightly bored. In his line of work, you were used to all sorts of different people, most of them in some state of undress or the other. There was a time and a place for admiring someone, and that was hardly when you were measuring for fitting them. Even Raziel had remarked at how cold and direct he was, when he had last fitted him for a jacket.]

Black, please, extra sugar.

[He could just conjure it, but if the man wanted to do work, he would allow it.]

I suppose while we have a moment....what colors do you prefer? Any colors you are strongly opposed to? Or am I to simply replicate the ruined garments?

[He hoped not. That would be boring.]

[highhealplz]

Well... I am pretty attached to the current design...

[ the Prontera Church is awfully specific about the robes they give out, after all. ]

But if you had to make a new set, I guess I'd just request more white than anything else. Oh, and gold trim. [ kinda fond of that part ]

[dawningsun]

Very well.

[He nods slightly, looking at Ashraf for a moment and frowning, the pen scratching on the small book as he noted everything down.

He steps closer, peering closely at Ashraf's face before nodding.]

May I suggest red, as well? A warm tone, it would suit you.

[highhealplz]

[ It's sort of strange to be so... clinically scrutinized. But if that's how Kirian wants to go about it, that will be fine with Ashraf. He grins a little, nodding over to the robes over the chair. White, gold, and red, with a touch of brown. ]

What about brown, too?

[dawningsun]

You are rather fond of those robes, aren't you?

[He steps back, walking to the chain and holding the robes out. Terrible, ratty things, weren't they? Bloodstained and with holes. No, that wouldn't do at all.

The pen was making a quick note of the rough designs of the robes.]

Very well, then.

[highhealplz]

A little. It's a design specific to the Church of Prontera, so... [ He trails off with a shrug. Tradition??? ]

[dawningsun]

Prontera? Is that your home city?

[Curious.]

I'll see what I can do, in that case. You're a priest, I take it?

[highhealplz]

[ Cheerfully: ] A high priest. [ it's the difference of a lifetime, ok ] But you're right, yeah.

[dawningsun]

High priest, very well. I'll see what I can do.

[He puts the robes down, frowning slightly at them.]

I suppose I should measure you, and then we can see to the matter of this gem you mentioned. Or is the tea nearly done?

[And by "tea" he means "dinner" because tea is a meal don't you know.]

[highhealplz]

Oh, right! I almost forgot the gem.

[ He pulls a blue gem, about palm-sized, out of a pocket. He tosses it hand to hand, catches it behind his back, and flips it over with a quick grin. (DEX priests. Showoffs.) ]

You see what you make of it, I'll get the tea ready.

[dawningsun]

[Yes, yes, that's all well and good. Kirian rolls his eyes and holds out a hand.]

I'll see what I can do.

[As Ashraf is busying himself with the tea, Kirian holds it in his hands, and he makes a gesture. The gem floats between his palms, motionsless but glowing for a moment, and then disintegrates.

A small, glowing wisp of magic and a pile of dust is all that's left in Kirian's hands.]

Well, it seems I've made something of it, but not much.

[highhealplz]

[ He glances back, a tiny bit concerned to see that the gem has just vanished. Man. Those things aren't inexhaustible. He turns back properly with two mugs in hand, setting one in front of Kirian and taking a seat across from him with the other. ]

Is that enough? [ His brow knits. ] Or do you need more?

[dawningsun]

That depends on what you wanted. I'd need more to enchant a weapon, but this should do for clothing enchantment.

[He takes a sip of tea and nods appreciatively.]