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[In Person] Nope, no illusionists here. Don't know what you're talking about.

[The Fluffy Duckling has a patron that ... wouldn't be familiar to anyone. Just an unknown, fairly pretty lady with long black hair partly tied back, in a rather nice red dress with necklace and earrings of ruby and gold, paying with a handful of small gemstones for... well, drinks for the night.]

[Yes, Spade got sick of hiding out at his riverside camp, but wandering around too visibly ran the risk of certain people realizing he hadn't stayed dead; what illusions he has aren't strong enough... so he's abused the Tarnhelm's shapeshifting and disguise abilities; he is mimicking someone, but it's a lady from somewhere a bit after World War II, too late for any of his generation to recognize her, and too early for any of Tsuna's group. The jewelry's real, for what it's worth.]

[Well, and since it is a shapeshift, technically the rest of the package of being a chick is real, not that this is that much of a novelty to someone used to body-hopping.]

[Said "unknown" lady is at the bar, and is drinking as if there's an attempt at getting away from things for a while, idly watching the other patrons come and go.]

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[And Alanna's sticking her head in; she's mostly been making patrols of the island, no matter how gods-cursed cold it is. For once, what she's wearing isn't a glorified bedsheet... though it has roughly the same fit. It's wool, but Alanna is at the very least warm without having to abuse her Gift- or mostly-warm.

She shuffled in, looking the patrons over before sitting down at the bar, a few seats away from the lady. She's scrubbing at her face, trying to get feeling back into it.]

[He hadn't pegged Alan for the drinking type - but then, this looked more like "getting out of the weather" than drinking; judging by the wool sack, he was still struggling to get clothes of his own.]

[Spade dropped "her" voice low - enough to not be overheard by passerbys, but just enough for Alan to hear.]

You know, it'd be big on you, but I could get some spare clothes from my house and stitch them down a few sizes. [He wasn't GREAT at sewing, but he'd gotten the hang of mending clothes and fixing things for disguises well enough to be serviceable without looking out of place.]

[Alanna looks- well, startled. She doesn't expect the lady to talk to her! Bad things happen when ladies talk to her! She's not even sure what the hell to do when ladies talk to her!]

Ah- erm-- that obvious, mistress...?

[For a moment, the lady's dark eyes turn a familiar shade of blue with a white spade in one eye, and she holds up a hand with a familiar pocket-watch in it - which seems to disappear as soon as that hand is put back down. He's mentioned having people that would love to shoot at him before, so hopefully the "disguise" won't seem too worth questioning... esp. since that IS the reason for it.]

[There's less of a voice drop, although now, "she" has an accent that ...is faint, but also not Spade's normal one.]

Well, a lot of things would be better than that, and I'm sure I have a few things to spare that're better suited to the weather.

[Alanna's cheeks are turning red- the idea that she got caught by an illusion- or--

Well.

You'll have to excuse her while she picks up a couple pieces of her brain, because she isn't... exactly expecting someone else to be able to pull off a convincing cross-dress, or-- whatever the hell it was Spade was doing.]

Ah-- yes. I'm not exactly a tailor, but this is-- a bare scratch above wearing a glorified bed-sheet. At least it's warm.

[Well, normally, that would be the deal with Spade back in his world, but no, this... isn't.]

[Also that dress is kind of low-cut and those damn well look real.]

I'm not much of a tailor myself, but I've had to take care of my things in a hurry a few times.

[Alanna would be more distracted by that chest if she weren't, you know, straight.] Yeah, and I suspect altering an existing piece of clothing to fit someone smaller than it was designed for is a lot easier than trying to make something out of... well, whole cloth.

[Alanna is studiously staring at her hands.]

[Howl wasn't a big fan of drinking. The only reason he visited the pub at all was that it was - as he had come to notice - frequented by various, attractive-looking women. That was an odd thing to him, coming from a time when pubs were the gathering places of the less reputable half of the male sex, but a man had to go where the ladies went.

So here he was at the Fluffy Duckling, looking over the selection of drinks for something familiar that wouldn't leave him on the floor later with a headache to rival all headaches.]

[Well, Spade's seen Howl on the network before, and around during the invasion, but this isn't someone he's actually met; he's not sure if Howl's someone overly capable...]

[But right now, to be honest, half of hanging around the bar was various things of the past century catching up, including being reminded that it'd basically been a hundred years since there'd been much in the way of human company that WASN'T directly related to various ruses and manipulations.]

[So yes. There is a very pretty lady at the bar that has noticed and seems certainly amused over "her" drink, with empty areas near her, who is at least looking for company for a while...]

[Howl immediately takes a seat, not right next to the woman (he doesn't want to come on too strongly), but near enough to strike up a conversation. He orders a drink and glances over as if merely affecting a passing interest in the patrons nearest him.]

I don't believe I've seen you before, [he remarks truthfully]

[With the weather improving from all the rain he'd seen since he first arrived, Hajime decided to go out and get a better sense of the strange new place in which he found himself. Somehow, he wound up at the Fluffy Duckling, probably because he had no idea what the place was. He's never actually been in a bar before, and the concept is a bit foreign to him. He has a drink, but it does not seem to have been touched--the way the drinks here are making some of the other patrons act, drinking that can't be a good idea.

So he'll just sit there at his table wrapped in his cloak, warily eying everything that's going on around him, almost as though he is studying things.]

[The air of confusion is enough to get "her" curious - curious enough to wander over; Spade hasn't had enough yet to be thrown too far off, at least.]

You look lost.

[He doesn't seem entirely happy to have attracted anyone's attention, let alone the attention of someone who's addressing his obvious out-of-place nature. He tenses up a bit.]

I'm not. Just...taking it all in.

[Tense, too - probably hasn't been here long enough to get used to the patterns of what's dangerous, or what's "normal" for here; likely from somewhere unusual, for a fairly generic bar to be disorienting.]

["She" gave her best disarming, sympathetic smile.] The island is a lot to get used to.

Have you been here long?

[Try originally being a member of a species that exists only to fight and having only been human for a few months before getting dragged to this island. That sort of thing tends to make one paranoid...and somewhat confused by social interactions that do not end in punching.

But this person who has approached does not appear to be much of a threat, and so he relaxes slightly.]

Not long at all, really. Only a few days.

[To be honest, paranoia's probably a good idea here anyway - there's a lot of ways to use someone that doesn't know how to watch for what's up your sleeve.]

[But it's not like the "girl" is giving any indication of that at the moment.]

Has anyone taken the time to explain things to you?

[And she's taking a chair at the other side of the table, not crowding, but at least making it a little less awkward than standing nearby.]

[Fortunately, he seems okay with the way the "girl" is helping herself to a seat across from him. In the event "she" tries anything, he's confident he'd win that fight...though he feels the same way about most fights, really. He answers the question with a nod.]

I'm aware of the situation...and have been repeatedly warned that taking some sort of fight to the Rulers would be unwise no matter how foolish things are.

[He looks rather disgusted at that, actually. Doesn't seem to be a fan of sitting around and waiting for something to happen.]

Have you been here long?

[Really, in the enclosed space especially, he'd probably be right - unarmed and without enough room to use the Tarnhelm, Spade's kind of fragile and what happens when you take away a caster's magic in a fight right now.]

A couple weeks; I've been keeping mostly to myself - I'm not much good for what's been going on lately.

[So someone used to direct combat; that was another bit of useful information.]

We're all going to have to fight sooner or later, but people are, I think, jumpy after what you must've just missed; there was a fight with them and their Minions - it was very one-sided, from what I saw.

[And although Hajime has yet to properly process his powers being gone, he's still fairly nasty in an unarmed fight...]

Nothing wrong with keeping to oneself.

[There will be fighting and there was a fight? He perks up considerably--it's clear he is very interested in this information. He's not just used to direct combat; he enjoys it.]

So they do come out and fight on occasion...what were they and their Minions like?

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[In Person] Nope, no illusionists here. Don't know what you're talking about.

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I'm sorry for the kind-of-late OTL

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/Apologies for the late ;_;

It's okay! ^^

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