[[Oh, that catches Theta's attention. She had told Abel to come by, but...this was so promising. She stops and limps into the store, really hoping to find proper clothes for herself.]]
Excuse me, hello? I'd like to speak with whomever did the clothes in the window...
[Silence looks up from where he's working on something else - it looks as though it has far too many ribbons on it - and gets to his feet, moving toward the woman with an inquiring look.
This time, he has a notepad in hand. He is prepared.]
[[Well, he wasn't automatically jabbering at her, so that meant he wasn't likely to be a drone. She smiles for him, pleased to see that he comes with a notebook. Will he be sketching designs as she explains? She can only look forward to this.]]
I'm looking for someone capable of making a corset...could you make one?
[Silence pauses, giving Lucas a slightly baffled look. He's not entirely familiar with Mayfield terminology yet, so he doesn't quite understand what Lucas is talking about.
However, he's armed himself with a notepad since his first day, which means he can now communicate! He scribbles on it in elegant but overly large script.]
Oh! We must've skipped that part last time, sorry. The town gives back the things it's taken from us every now and then. Usually after something horrible has happened, but . . .
[Silence looks a little bemused at this information, but shakes his head no; the town certainly hasn't given him anything back. He rather hopes, having been told this much, that his wings will be returned to him soon...
[Silence notes the interest but doesn't approach Arslan himself; since he can't talk, he generally only tries to communicate if he's asked to respond to someone, rather than initiating 'conversation' himself.]
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*Well, later in the day, Silence might bump into someone. The man is honestly startled by the bump, his mind off elsewhere as he was walking. The man flinches and takes a few steps back, opening his mouth under the shade of his large hat to apologize before the man disappears in a cloud of red smoke, and something small falls to the ground with a squeak in that cloud of smoke*
[Silence shakes himself off after the accidental bump - how does that keep happening? - but actually jumps back a bit at the puff of smoke. It takes a few moments after the smoke clears before he spots the bat, which he stares at bemusedly...before reaching down and carefully picking it up by the scruff of the neck, examining it closely.]
*And the bat squirms, kicking his legs and flapping his wings furiously. Conrad squeaks at him angrily and glares up at him with his itty bitty glasses.*
[Conrad almost gets his wish, as Silence nearly drops him in surprise; that the man had turned into this bat had been fairly obvious, but that he could talk in this form was something Silence hadn't expected. After a moment's bemused staring, the mute sets Conrad down rather gently on his free hand, smoothing out his ruffled fur with a careful finger.
Fortunately, with all of Silence's mystic weapons gone, the question of absorbing the bat out of kneejerk curiosity is a moot one.]
[Garviel wanted new clothes anyway. He had talked to Abel earlier about it, and was coming in to talk to him again when he sees... a new fellow, or lady. He's not sure. So he approaches.]
"Ah, excuse me. I was hoping to get some custom work done?"
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Excuse me, hello? I'd like to speak with whomever did the clothes in the window...
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This time, he has a notepad in hand. He is prepared.]
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I'm looking for someone capable of making a corset...could you make one?
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SPECIFICATIONS?
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Actually, he still didn't know his name. It is a weekend, and Lucas is eating a bowl of cereal when he spots Silence.]
A regain, already? You didn't go to the post office, did you?
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However, he's armed himself with a notepad since his first day, which means he can now communicate! He scribbles on it in elegant but overly large script.]
REGAIN?
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He writes in the notepad.]
MADE THIS MYSELF. GIVEN JOB AS TAILOR.
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Did you make these?
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H-HEY! Put me down! I-I don't like heights!
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Fortunately, with all of Silence's mystic weapons gone, the question of absorbing the bat out of kneejerk curiosity is a moot one.]
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"Ah, excuse me. I was hoping to get some custom work done?"
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WHAT SORT?
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