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That Shop on Main Street

WHO: Aglaea & Open
WHERE: A new shop opening on Main Street
WHEN: Early October
WHAT: Aglaea's working on her new shop in Kaisou, come say hello.
WARNINGS: N/A

A blonde woman is standing on a sidewalk, looking at a storefront as a Leavanny is adjusting a sign above the window. Those who are sensitive to the spirit world will see a brief flash of something that looks like thread before it disappears again.

"Weft, make sure it's as straight as possible. I trust your judgment." She turns towards the Furfrou resting at her feet. "Weave, let's head inside and set up the dress forms and some samples. I want to make sure everything is set up as well as it can." Weave stands and waits for Aglaea to grab his harness before he leads her inside to work.

Going inside, the threads glimmer again as she settles in to work on her garmentmakers. To most, they look like normal dress forms, but the residents can see that the black forms are floating, instead of sitting on a base.

"Once everything here is done, I can have the marketing company get to work."

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It's a peaceful enough day.

Unfortunately Edward has something of a talent for disrupting peaceful days. It's a habit he cultivated in his younger years as a pirate, and one he's never quite been able to get rid of even now that he's calmed down. The windchimes clink cacophonously against each other, and sure enough:

"Anyone in here?" he calls, loud and brash. "I heard from my usual haberdasher a tailor's moved in, I've some work for them!" He pauses. "I'll pay well," he adds, "and it's an opportunity to get your hands on authentic 18th-century material, on top of that." Which is true, he just doesn't mention that it's because it came straight from the 18th century.

Hearing the ring of the bell near the door, Aglaea smooths down the fabric she'd been adjusting on the form before turning in the direction of the entrance. Weave moves between her and the new arrival, sitting at Aglaea's feet.

"Yes. You've found her." She chuckles. At least he has the energy for such an outfit. "What are you looking for, exactly?"

"Someone who can mend a few coats," says Edward, hoisting his bag up onto the nearest table and taking out the rolled-up coats. Sea-worn and battle-tested as they are, he clearly takes good care of them, that's obvious enough on sight. Still, the patch jobs are those of an amateur—meant only to hold together until someone else with a better hand at sewing can get on the job.

"I've had these for some time," he says. "I work on the ships at the harbor, and some of the rougher work's done its damage. I was hoping you could help me out here?"

Aglaea runs her hands along the coats, feeling for the patches and other damage on them. Listening to his story, she can tell they have been well worn. There is a slight smell of the sea.

"These clothes are very well loved." She says. "I can repair them, but I'm sure you understand that I may not be able to find the original material. I will do my best to match." She didn't know of a way to source 18th century fabric that would have be an exact match.

Well-loved, she says, and Edward huffs out a dry chuckle. He didn't think much of them, once, until he got here and they became one of the few things that tethered him to his home. Until he woke up here after dying to a sword through the chest, and all his little trinkets and his clothes and his ship became mementos of a time he could no longer come back to.

He's made his peace with that, as best as he can. Still. He flinches when she says she might not find the original material, but breathes in, then out. Nods. "It's all right," he says, doing his best to keep the grief out of his voice. "To have them repaired is all that I need, truly. They're, ah. They belonged to," a life I once led, "an ancestor of mine, so they're a touch special to me."

"Of course. I'll get in contact with some of my suppliers and see how close I can get to the original. If something is not to my satisfaction, I'll contact you before I make any changes to get your approval." She takes her work seriously, either creating clothing or restoring clothes.

"Especially since they mean so much to you. Do you have any sort of deadline for these?"

Edward shakes his head. "No deadline," he says. "My ancestor passed down plenty of other clothes from the same time period that I can wear in the meantime, these are just the ones that bear the most obvious patches." My ancestor—a harmless little lie, really, because would she believe him if he told her what he really was?

Well, she does have Pokemon, but. That doesn't necessarily mean much.

"I can take those terms," he says, before glancing at the Furfrou. "Oh, I've a sheep back home that likes to curl at my feet that same way." Well, a Mareep, actually.

She pauses for a moment, thinking about what he said.

"So, are you a period actor for something, then? I know you said you're working at the harbor. Also, your name and contact information?" If he was wearing them for work, that had to be the reason. She makes some notes about the clothing and what needs to be done.

When she's done, she looks down at Weave. "That's wonderful. Weave here has been my service animal for a few years now. Quite wonderful animals, they are."

"I'm captain of the Jackdaw," says Edward. "The pirate ship in the harbor? That's mine, as is the Morrigan next to her." Ah, right, though: "My name's Edward Kenway," he adds, and scribbles down his phone number on a scrap of paper to pass over without really thinking about it. "Or you can drop by the Vogue and ask for me there, I work backstage when I'm not at the Jackdaw."

Actually...hm, he should get her in contact with Zulius, he might appreciate having a tailor on call.

"Adorable little beast," Edward says, with the tone of someone who's very experienced with wrangling rambunctious animals by now. He kneels down. "Is it all right if I pet the little fellow, or is he working?"

"Ah, I'd wondered what those were when I first moved. Do they actually sail, or are they permanently docked?" She takes the paper and pinned it gently to one of the shirts collars. "The Vogue... Yes, I've been by there. Haven't been in yet, just been too busy."

She finishes taking some notes and nodded at his question. "Go right ahead. Thank you for asking."

"They can still sail," says Edward. "A couple of years back I took the Jackdaw on a trip to Copenhagen. Call it a honeymoon trip I owed an ex." Venti is not his ex and it was not a honeymoon trip at all, but Edward's not about to tell this kind tailor the truth about that trip. "Well, when you've got time, drop in anytime. Zulius would adore you, I'm sure."

And Edward is going to make sure he can watch her reaction when she sees Zulius in all his glory.

Anyway. He starts gently petting Weave, and says, "Ah, you're a good boy, hm?"

"That's impressive. It's amazing to hear that something like that could sail across the ocean at this point. Especially if it's historically accurate." She could go and 'look' over the ships with her Threads, but she couldn't mention that for the moment.

"I will stop by Vogue in the future. Is there any time it isn't too busy?" She preferred her first visit to anywhere new to be a little empty.

Weave barks a friendly bark at him. "We've been working together for a while. Best partner I could have."

[ perhaps it is fate that Mydei happened to walking down the main street with his Applin, Crumble, sitting happily on his shoulder. golden threads that once bound the Chyrsos Heirs together weaving around them once again, guiding them all back together again. there is something ironic about it, something almost terrifying, but such a thought have yet to cross his mind.

right now all he is thinking about is the shopping list he's brought up on his phone, or that is what he was thinking about before Crumble practically leaps off his shoulder and makes a bee-line for Aglaea's shop. ]

Hey! Crumble!

[ with a sigh he pockets his phone and follows after the pokemon, barely registering the sign or the flash of golden thread as he does. it's only once he catches up his wayward Applin that he actually takes notice of the store, the floating garmentmakers, and the golden threads glimmering in the air.

familiarity hits him in the chest stealing the air from his lungs, not unlike the way it had upon encountering Phainon. it takes him a moment to remember how to breathe, to properly regard his surroundings, before his gaze falls on the woman. ]

Aglaea.

[Aglaea is putting the finishing touches on one of the garmentmakers as she hears a sound from where Weave is laying. Tuning into the threads, she realizes that a small creature has entered her shop. Using the threads surrounding her, she was able to find the Applin that entered.

She moves over, offering a hand to the small Pokemon, standing straight again once it had hopped onto her hand.]

An adorable Applin. Where's your trainer?

[She pauses when she hears her name.

Yes, that's me. How may I help you?

New shops are going in all the time. It's as natural as the leaves on the trees changing color, as they begin to around this time of year. It's a perfectly normal, common thing, so Cyrene really can't say what drew her to this one in particular. Maybe the design of the sign, or the... animal?... that affixes it into place.

The blue-haired girl's curiosity obviously gets the better of her, of course, and she trots along into the shop to see what kind of person might be running it. She gets distracted, at first, by the dress forms floating in air over the ground, then by the canine creature standing close beside-- oh, that's right! The proprietress of this establishment! She should probably have greeted this lovely lady first, shouldn't she?

"Good afternoon! Sorry for, um, just barging in and not saying hello... I was just so curious about your displays here. Did you make all these?" Indicating, of course, the outfits presumably on the garmentmakers and not the figures themselves. (Is that a silly question? That's a silly question.) "They're really pretty."

"I did. Thank you." She smooths out the collar of the garmentmaker she was working on. "I apologize not everything is out at the moment. I just moved in this week." She smiles.

"How can I help you today?"

How can she help Cyrene today? That's... a good question. Not one she has an answer for. Walking into a shop without some kind of idea! Who does that! "Oh, um... I was... curious, that's all." An awkward chuckle, and she folds her hands behind her back. She's almost certain that anything being sold here is way out of her budget right now.

"Would you mind... telling me about your little friends? I don't think I've seen anything like them before."

"That's good. Let me know if you want to see anything closer." There were garmentmakers all around, with various clothing on them all. "Please, don't be afraid to ask."

She looks at Weft and Weave. How much should she say. She couldn't tell if Cyrene knew anything about Pokemon, or the spiritual realms around the area.

"This is Weft and Weave. Weave has been my assistance animal for a few years. He's very calm. And, you can pet him if you want." She chuckles. Furfrou's tended to attract people who might want to pet them.

"Weft here has also been trained to assist me in some of my clothing work." She didn't know if Cyrene saw the Leavanny, or just a large leaf bug.

She casts another glance over the assorted clothing on display around them, then turns her eyes back to Weft and Weave. Ever since moving here, she's seen more and more critters like these guys. She really needs to make a note to ask someone what they are, really. But not now. For now, she's going to move in just a little to pet Mr. Weave!

"They're both really cute! They kind of reminded me of some little ones that my best friend looks after, but yours are so much more... mature? Every time I go by his shop, I swear, I just get mobbed immediately on all sides by adorable little friends." She lets out a happy little sigh. "There's this one little kitten who likes to play with my phone, so she can look at herself using the camera? She'll spend ages just polishing this little gold coin on her forehead. I guess that's normal for her, though." What had Mydei said she was called...? Meow... something.

A kitten with a coin on her forehead? Oh!

"Was it a Meowth, by chance?" This woman knew of Pokemon, then. Some people saw them as normal animals, not with the specific details the Pokemon had.

"I know this is a strange question, but what does Weft look like to you?"

"Meowth! Yes, that sounds right!" She nods a little bit.

At the question, she looks a little closer at the other animal. "It's... a big two-legged bug? But they're wearing a cute little dress made of leaves. They must be pretty smart, though, if they can help you put up your sign like that...!"

She doesn't think it strange at all. She's rather unbothered by things being so out-of-the-ordinary--at least as far as cute critters are concerned.

"Well then, you can see what Pokemon truly look like. To most people, Weft here looks like your run of the mill leaf bug you'd find in the wild. Most people don't see all the details, or realize that Weft is doing a part of the work. And, they don't see Meowth's coin. Just the cat."

Weft chirps a little as Aglaea gives her a scratch on the head.

"And Weave here isn't your typical poodle. He's a Furfrou." Maybe she shouldn't be giving so much away so soon, but this wasn't top secret now, was it?

"'Pokemon'... Oh-- oh! They're like fairies, aren't they? They can't be seen by anyone who doesn't have that little spark."

Her fairies are... a little different, perhaps, than the ones that might be native to Kaisou. Her fairies are a long way away, left behind in another life entirely. But the way she lights up on this supposed connection... it's excitement, in a way she's rarely felt since moving here.

"Your Pokemon are lovely! And all of those little ones at the cafe... I'll have to do my best to learn as much as I can about them, then."

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