the art of the dress

[ginger_firebird]

Of the many stores that cater to the crafting minded, Mantis visited the fabric stores more and more. Winter was almost there and he needed better clothing to keep off the chill and welcome the scant bit of warmth he and his pets would need. There wouldn’t be much to get, only a bit of wool for the little ones. It’s always been his own proportions that have been difficult to manage.

With a few rolls of fabric loaded already in the shopping cart, he leaves Yaga and Francour in the kid seat while he stared hard at his own reflection in a mirror. He’s always been a bit tall, a bit too thin, but he thought at least this could be a point in his unusual life where he’d gain a pound or two. He turned one way, then the other, always checking his figure. At least clothing didn’t require him to be painfully aware of his face.

That said, the measuring tape in his hands made several rounds at different points on his body. It snuck around his chest, his hips, traced along the length of his arms and legs. He sighed loudly and rolled up the measuring tape around his hand before handing it over to Francour for safe keeping. His little espurr took the tape measure reverently and squeaked when Yaga moved closer to lick his head. The catwing pinned the pokemon down more and groomed him with a great deal of care.

“Is it me?” Francour trilled loudly and was allowed up by Yaga. “I thought I was cooking more than I was before.”

Yaga licked his jaws and meowed. “I know I kept feeding Ben. You both got a chance to meet him. You know he can’t cook.”

Mantis walked over to the cart and pulled out a slip of paper from a pants pocket. Yaga rubbed his head against Mantis’s arm while Francour was more content to hold on to the sleeve of his shirt.

“I gained a little bit, but it still needs a lot of work. How am I supposed to safely gain weight if nothing sticks?”

Comments

[tielle_mortevus]

"Who's to say it can't be a bit of both. Even things as seemingly outlandish as magic and the divine have their own rules to follow, absolute laws and boundaries to their capabilities. You'd be surprised how far a scientific approach can be applied to the arcane."

She takes a seat nearby, pulling out a small journal.

"While I may not have access to such conveniences of 'modern science' where I am from, I do find the subject rather fascinating, especially how universally its methodology can be applied. At its core, science is simply the study of the unknown in order to reveal its nature, is it not? Trust me, you're not alone. I've always been rather methodical when it comes to discovery and the acquisition of knowledge."

She gives him a smile, jotting down a few things.

"Your approach is actually to your advantage. Once you find the solution to your problem, you'll know with certainty that it is effective, and not just a trick of the mind."

[ginger_firebird]

"A fool would look at my ability to float and think it was magic. Following that logic, even someone like me can do magic if the rules are carefully planned out enough."

He's got his arms crossed in front of him pondering this new development. Goodness knows who he'd even ask for that kind of lesson, but there's something he can do with this new knowledge. His head tilts slightly at the journal, but he's more interested in what she says.

"Always been. I was put through all kinds of tests to gague the limits of my own powers. Even now, I'm still not sure where the upper limit exists for what I can do." He huffs with laughter. "You have a lot of faith in a stranger if you think I can pull this off."