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Post by E EDWARD DOLCE on Apr 4, 2015 2:04:57 GMT
While everyone was complaining and making a lot of nonsense about their missing memories, E had been thinking of far more important things. Yes his memory was gone. Whatever, less to distract him. The past meant that whatever he had done before was gone. The future was the most important thing to him. He had woken up with a muse running through his head. He needed to make something to commemorate his time here in Wonderland. And what would be more interesting than rose armor?
The tactile material he had found in his shop was something no one else had. Stretchy and tough, the fabric was in limited quantity and it deserved to be used by the best to do good things. Fantastical things like saving or destroying the world was what E had in mind as he went to lean the ladder against the tree of roses The roses were an aesthetic compliment to the armor, something that would look wonderful on a woman or an open minded thin male. E didn’t care which. “I thought roses grew on bushes…” He said out loud to himself. Maybe it was a bush, just a larger one than what he was used to. He knew he was on the shorter side.
The basket sat beside the tree and he planned to fill it up before going back to his shop to work on the armor. He would take the roses and pluck the petals off one by one before sewing them into the material. It would be a long, beautiful process. He would love the challenge. No one else seemed fit to give him one. He started to climb the ladder, his fingers going for the first rose head in sight. He plucked it out and looked over the red color. The soft touch of the petal made him smile before he promptly let it fall into the basket. Only ninety nine more to go.
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Post by MULAN ZHU FA on Apr 14, 2015 4:15:38 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] FAKE IT TIL YOU MAKE IT [attr="class","next"]Roses weren’t native to China. They were strange and foreign objects in the eyes of Mulan Fa. Therefore, an entire garden dedicated to roses and the queen’s apparent fascination with them seemed a little…obtuse. As she walked carefully through the garden, she kept her hand trained on the small sword that was hilted to her belt. Something about the castle and its surrounding grounds made her feel on edge. She knew how to defend herself — perhaps more than any one, for she remembered who she was before. Mulan the warrior.She relaxed when she finally got out of eye-sight, slinking over to one of the trees nearby and leaning her back against it. Little would any one know that she had been picking apples from the trees. Reaching down, she picked one out of her satchel. Red as blood. Shrugging, the brunette lifted it to her lips and took a bite. It was delicious. The juice tricked down her throat and she used her sleeve to wipe it away. It was at that precise moment that she noticed someone on the other side of the garden — someone who also looked as if they didn’t belong. Mulan’s dark eyes watched as he plucked a rose from one of the trees and placed it into a basket. For fear of being spotted and named an intruder as well, she decided to do what it was she was best at: Impersonation. “You—ahem—“ She cleared her throat, trying to make herself sound less like a girl and more like a gentleman. It brought back more familiar memories of her time spent as Ping. Wonderland was different than China, she knew that. It made her feel small and reduced her to nothing more than a shell of who she had been before. Duty and honor, she reminded herself. “The queen doesn’t like that. You should…well, you should be on your way.” Milan pushed herself off of the tree and began walking toward the latter, watching the man with careful eyes.
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Post by E EDWARD DOLCE on May 8, 2015 14:43:32 GMT
Several roses cascaded into the basket below, piling on top of each other. He knew that it would take many dozens of roses to complete what he was thinking of creating. And he could always use extras for mistakes or for accessories. E had been in his own little world when he heard the sound of someone clearing his throat. He let out a squeak, nearly falling off the ladder. It shook under the sudden movement and he gripped the handles of the ladder. He turned his head to look down at the…what short of gender was this person pretending to be? And they were telling him what he was supposed to be doing? Oh no. “Well, you should either grow out your hair more or grow a beard. You look like a lesbian, you know. If you want to, that’s fine. I’m just letting you know.” He commented as he slid down from the ladder.
He stood in front of her, significantly shorter than her. He leaned down to pick up the basket of roses. “I’m trying to create beauty, dear. A self-proclaimed genius such as myself needs the most perfect and unique materials for my work. And if the queen has a problem with it, she will need to take it up with me if that is what she wants.” He shoved the basket into his new acquaintance’s arms and gestured them to follow her. He grabbed the ladder and moved it to the next tree. “What makes her queen anyway? I’m a bigger queen than she but I’m not the one barking orders in a castle,” E said as he propped the ladder up on the next tree and proceeded to climb up. He went to pluck a rose from the tree and smiled at it before tossing it into the basket.
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Notes: Hello lovely!
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Post by MULAN ZHU FA on May 12, 2015 17:10:58 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] FAKE IT TIL YOU MAKE IT [attr="class","next"]“What?” Mulan folded her arms across her chest, now completely ignoring the sword that was resting in her hilt. Who was this guy?! “I don’t like—” She wasn’t even sure what to say. She didn’t like women, but she certainly didn’t need this gentleman telling her how to dress or act or grow her hair. Mulan picked up a strand of her hair and examined it. Sure it was a little shorter than it had been before, but that was what happened when you impersonated a male in the Chinese Imperial Army. I saved China. I could have been a member of the Imperial Council, She thought with a strained furrowing of her brow.“With all due respect…” She muttered, suddenly finding her hands full of the basket that the man had been stuffing roses into. He had a good point. Who had made this woman queen anyway? Mulan wasn’t sure what had changed when they were practically thrust into Wonderland, but if these people had stories anything like her own, she was certain that there were others out there more qualified than the woman who was now in charge.“I cannot say that I know. She must have been the one carrying the biggest sword.” They didn’t have queens where she was from. China operated under an emperor. Things were different. Where she had respect for the man in charge there, this Wonderland monarchy had her feeling ill at ease. Mulan’s hands jerked forward, as she managed to catch the rose in the basket as she looked up at the man who was busily trimming the trees of the queen’s favorite flowers. She decidedly liked him. He was honest and truthful. A bit of a jerk, but she had met worse over her lifetime. “No, you’re the one barking orders in the Rose Garden.” She caught the next rose with more ease and looked up, using her hand to shield herself from the growing sun’s glare. “How are you going to create beauty with these?” She asked as she picked up one and turned it over. It was already beautiful. “Are you a flower merchant?”
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Post by E EDWARD DOLCE on May 24, 2015 3:08:35 GMT
“Women?” He asked, finishing her sentence. He shrugged his shoulders, having no problem in telling her what he thought about that. “Shame. You have the cheeks for a lesbian. If you were a woman of course. If you are a man,, then good for you. Far too many breeders in here. I’ll give it a year before we’ve populated like rabbits and everyone is starving.” His words appeared, at first, to be nonsensical. However, he in fact had a rather keen talent for observing people and picking up on them. The little bits and pieces of one’s physical appearance gave away so much that E often forgot that he was the only one who could see it. He supposed that was why he worked on clothing. Clothing could distract the eye from a dead smile or a less than alluring gaze. It was also a practical job.
E did not like the queen on the basis that he was not comfortable too much with her. She did not allude a sense of goodness or any initiative to be a leader that this world needed. She should be heading any effort for them to get back to their worlds. But instead she seemed quite content with how the lot was working.
He let out a barking laugh at her implication that he was a florist. “Perish that thought, darling. Useless profession. We don’t need people arranging flowers like five year olds making daisy chains. Clothes are always important. This, my dear, is going with some indestructible material that I am working on. If there was a lady warrior around here, I could make the armor for her. But unfortunately, it is like there are princesses and fawning boys running around here.” A disgusted noise left his lips as he became harsh with his hedging No hero had yet emerged. There was no one that E could see that could possibly take the position of hero.
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Post by MULAN ZHU FA on May 26, 2015 3:44:27 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] FAKE IT TIL YOU MAKE IT [attr="class","next"] Mulan reached up with her free hand and touched her cheeks. Maybe that was the reason she had gotten away with impersonating her father’s son in China. She had a hard time following what the man was saying — he was bouncing all over the place. But when she finally made the connection, she found herself surprised. “We need to give them something else to do…like finding out where exactly they came from.” She muttered under her breath, catching yet another rose. Clothes. The man was a clothing maker. Mulan finally understood, reaching up to catch another one of the falling roses and placing it into the basket. “I am a warrior.” Mulan instantly regretted the words, pressing her lips into a thin line. She could pretend that she hadn’t aid it, but it was obvious. There was no one else in the garden except for them. “What I mean to say is… I could be a warrior.” It was the first time that she had heard something like that from herself since she had arrived in Wonderland. The first time that she saw a vote of confidence from her subconscious. She was still who she was before — even if no one remembered. She was Mulan, warrior of China. She paused before backtracking. “Wait…could you…” She was working through another one of her plans, one that might help her get closer to Shang and the castle…and the queen. All she needed was a little bit of help. In China, she had the blessings of unobservant men running the war front, but here, the Queen’s guard was scrutinized. If she wanted to slip in undetected, she was going to need some help. And who better than the clothes maker? Surely this man knew more about clothing and fashion than anyone. He could help her look like a he! Like Ping! “Could you make me look like one of the men? One of the guard men?”
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Post by E EDWARD DOLCE on May 31, 2015 2:08:10 GMT
E pursed his lips and blew at her suggestion, “Ha, everyone has adapted, including I. There’s no use in finding out our past when the future is ahead. I never look back, darling, it distracts from the now.” Any memories he had, he was glad to have been rid of them. It would be only useless things to distract him from what he could be thinking about. Establishing a well to do shop and expanding his creative mind was the forefront of his priorities. It would be nice however to have a more democratic source of leadership, or at least someone who had proven their worthiness.
“A warrior?” He was intrigued by that. He turned and took a closer look at her, leaning forward so blatantly, yet staying on the ladder. He could see the indications of muscles in the way that her clothes hugged her body. There was a quiet discipline in her eyes from the will of determination. She had been trained, that was for sure. The only thing E was not sure of was whether there was any raw talent. But then she told him that she could be a warrior. “Could. Could! Anyone can be anything. Useless word, most useless thing in the entire English language. You either are or you are not.”
“Again with the ‘could’. Of course I could!” He replied in response to her silly question. “I can most certainly do it.” He could easily take her measurements and make clothes that could hide her clothes and accent her muscles. Making armor and clothing that could cloud the lines of gender was something he could do in his sleep. “I assume that you will offer me something out of this arrangement.” He slid down the ladder and went to take the basket of roses from her. He went to inhale the scent and wrinkled his nose at the floral scent before going to leave the bushes and trees. “Get the ladder for me, why don’t you?”
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Notes: He will enjoy this fresh challenge
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