Floating on top of the most beautiful lake bordering Mt. Fuji, The Kawaguchi Convention Hotel attracts a wealthy clientèle. The nearby department store is no different, with a vast selection of upmarket offering a vast collection of mid to upmarket good, After the ghetto's misery, Archer takes this opportunity to watch the privileged Japan. The latest fashion, the newest gadgets, but mostly, the people themselves.
They're a happy bunch, those Britannians, surprisingly open minded. Many couples brazenly display their affection within the store, yet no one is offended by it, even if some loves are from different ethnicities or share the same gender. The lack of racism or homophobia is an uplifting thought, even if the illusion of tolerance is shattered as soon as he sees the Japaneses cleaners sticking to the shadows, doing their utmost to fade into the walls.
How bad is it for the commoners when they're in the presence of nobility?
"An opening!"
Archer's head rolls back against the finger poking his forehead. "Ow," he complains unconvincingly.
Zel glares, fists on her hips. "Eyes front! This charming girl is asking for your onion."
It took Archer 4 stores to do his shopping. Now a consequent wardrobe sits in a duffel bag next to him. As tempting as a smartphone and a netbook had been, his funds had considerably thinned after his previous purchases.
Zel had no desire to give away their precious cash when a new getup was the matter of a minor adjustment to her form. Archer was incredibly relieved by how accommodating the book was.
Until she smiled like a devil and innocently she mentioned that even if she didn't need the items themselves, she could still use inspiration.
And so Archer was dragged through the most intense of window shopping session ever.
Even without her princess dress, Zel's presence as she strode impreiously into the stores was striking, instantly reeling in everyone's attention, staff and costumers alike. She was every bit the flighty socialite, eager to part with a great amount of money and obtaining free reign on the shop in return. She casually picked up any articles to her liking and made a show of trying them on, parading through the aisle, flaunting her good looks. She strolled up to Archer, deaf to the praise showered upon her, interested only in his judgment, to the despair of her captivated audience.
It was all Archer could do to resist falling under her spell and stayed composed as he agreed with them. As fine as the clothes were they had little to do with it. Zel would have looked great in a potato sack.
Once she finished clawing her way through the entire stock, she'd walk out just as swiftly she'd come in, nodding at the salesmen with a mischievous smile before gliding next door.
Then she would do it all over again. Cloth, shoes, jewels, perfumes, make up, she pursued them all with implacable thoroughness, with no sign of slowing down.
Archer is no iconoclast. He appreciates a well coordinated outfit, especially on a pretty girl, but after half a day spent on the first floor, his endurance is heavily taxed.
He heaves a long suffering sigh, flopping down in an armchair as Zel disappears in a change room, a purple dress in hand.
Another sigh echoes his. A man crumples in a nearby seat, burned out by the same bonedeep resignation as himself. Clad in a beat up jacket and washed out jeans that clashes violently with the pristine store, his black glasses can't hide the scar tissue around his eyes or his unmistakably Japanese traits.
A Japanese thug has carefreely encroached in the Britannian haven. This can't end well.
As if sensing Archer's interest, the man's dark glasses swivel toward him and the two men measure each other. Instantly, they recognize that they're more than meet the eye.
The man's face twist into a challenging smirk, his hands idly fingering a white cane.
"Archer! Look here!"
Zel's voice breaks the tension. She waltzes in half carrying and half-dragging a blushing teenage girl in the same purple dress as she. She strikes a pose, the other girl following her lead timidly.
The same shoulder length blond hair, same reddish eyes, same pale skin and body proportion. Along with the same dress, the resemblance is uncanny. "Found a sister?"
Zel nods emphatically. "I'm keeping her!"
The girl flushes even darker and stutters unintelligibly.
Archer shakes his head. "You don't think her family might have an issue with that?"
"I certainly would, " The blind man speaks suddenly. "Having fun, Haruka?"
From within Zel's bear hug, Haruka laughs embarrassedly. "Mamoru-san. This is Zel. We look alike, a little."
'Mamoru' eyebrow raises behind his glasses. "Ho? Then she must be a looker. I'm afraid I can't tell myself."
Zel stills in surprise. "Oh. Well, if you want, I'll help Haruka-chan picks her clothes!"
Mamoru lowers his head. "Thanks."
Before Haruka can put a word in, the taller girl pushes her to the changing room, several new blouses in hand.
"Sorry about her. This shopping trip was a long time coming, so she's very enthusiastic."
"It's alright," Mamoru grunts with a shrug. "So long as the girls have their fun, it's all good."
"True." Archer admits before the two fall into an easy silence while Zel devastates the store on Haruka's behalf, and then hand every articles back impeccably folded. to the mounting bafflement of the staff.
"Not buying anything?" Mamoru asks first, to Archer's amusement.
"We're a little short on cash right now," Archer admits. "You?"
"Same. But I think the stores didn't take it as well from us as from you." He says, pointing toward several guards skulking outside the shops. "You'd better not stick with us if you don't want troubles."
'Then we should help them,' Zel's declares in his mind.
Archer considers his option.
[] Pass. Just yesterday, Hild told him to stay out of trouble.
[] Buy a few article in the shop. That'll keep everyone happy, except your wallet.
[] Confront the guards. It's not like they're a threat.
--[] Discreetly. No need to cause a scene.
[] Zel interrupt: Mind trick the guards into walking away
--[] Also, take some clothes for free?
[]Write-in.
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*Sigh* I've spent all my free time on this and it still took me a week. Being talentless sucks.