The Fire Does Not Crack Merrily [ Back-dated to the Daytime of July 7/8]

[wishmadeinfire]

[ Ashura is beyond uncomfortable. He hates restricting clothing, barely putting up with jeans and loose shirts when he has to, but this? This? This was unbearable and he was sure he was going to suffocate himself with the bloody tie he was having to wear and the starchy collar. It rubbed his poor neck the wrong way, and he was having only mild panic attacks about several things. 

First, his torque was missing - gone. He knew it was safe, but still, it felt odd not having its weight about his neck.

Second - his hair. His hair was all but gone, short short, cruelly so - almost a buzz cut but not quite, enough left to style though that brought absolutely no comfort to him. His head felt naked.

He kept running his hands through the short locks, shuddering, wondering what he was to do as he walked about in shoes of all things - shoes! They squished his feet and he hated them. Never mind that he cut a dashing figure in the tailored black suit with his silk sheer tie of cobalt grey. He kept stopping in the halls at reflective surfaces, looking himself and not recognizing the man he saw. If he went outside he would peer into the pond, and his head jerked around awkwardly, the loss of the pounds of hair unfamiliar to him, making his movements to fast, jerky almost though he managed the rest with spry dignity and looking suave.

Certainly, this was not what he had ever looked like before, Ashura as bewildered as anyone else. ]

[ ooc: He's dressed like... *drum roll* James Bond! It just seemed like one of the most polar opposites of his usual mode of attire and hair cut so I ran with it. Of course, he could be any secret agent or anyone else that wears a suit in the Castle such as Reborn or Giotto. Super spy Ashura, ahoy! ]

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[princeandwizard]

[When wandering through the halls, there may be an interesting sight for Ashura. There was none other than that new kid Ohjiro, dressed in those very same robes that Ashura was well familiar with. He even had false pointed ears and hair extensions to go with the whole look. With that full attire and accessories, well... Ohjiro was probably a spitting image of Ashura, actually. Height and different bang cut aside.

In his hand would be Wizard, who curiously was also decked out in the same fancy clothing. Ohjiro wasn't entirely sure how or why Wizard's outfit was strangely changed (though his hair and headpiece were untouched), but if his own outfit was magically changed, no point in questioning why Wizard's was as well. He also wasn't really sure WHY he took the angel with him today- perhaps the castle willed him to so Wizard could show off his temporary new look too.

The boy certainly wasn't used to this drastic change of attire, of course, so he may be stumbling every now and then, causing him to make a tighter grip on Wizard so he didn't drop him. These extravagent robes and the long hair... how on earth did Ashura do it? He made getting around with both look so easy.]

[last_rat_standing]

[James doesn't give any thought to the suited man looking so bewildered as he looks at himself. It seems to be a common thing at the moment so he doesn't let it stop him as he walks by... in a long white dress and long blonde wig.]

[wishmadeinfire]

_{[ Well, those two things, to Ashura, usually mean Galadriel. In a sudden lifting of heart, he spun, reaching out for 'her' elbow. ]}

Galadriel! Heaven has mercy. I am very much in need of some tea and good conversation at the moment.

[last_rat_standing]

[Bond's hand immediately moves for his gun... that isn't there because he's in a bloody dress.

He wrenches his arm free from Ashura's grip and glares at the man]

I am not Galadriel.

[wishmadeinfire]

_{[ He blinks, befuddled, but figured it was the same thing he was going through. It was hard to mistake the voice. ]}

No, I suppose you are not, James. Though, I rather wish I had been giving your attire than what I wear.

[wishmadeinfire]

_{[ Ashura turned away from yet another mirror, still distressed at the loss of his hair, of his silks and gems. He felt naked, not like himself, like a part of his soul had been stripped and stuffed away. It was very hard. He gasped, though, when he laid eyes on Ohjiro, seeing now where his things might have gone and making him hate the Castle a bit more.}

But, he could not, in good conscious, let the other fumble about in his robes like that. He could see things out of place, and thus it made it difficult to walk. Sighing, he came over to Ohjiro, noting in surprise the miniature version of his clothing on the boy's doll.]

Ohjiro, come with me. If you keep walking about like that you will fall on your own face.

[last_rat_standing]

[Bond's eyes look over Ashura's suit and shorn hair with a bemused surprise]

It seems this place seeks to inconvenience us all.

[princeandwizard]

[He's sorry he's not quite as graceful as you in this regard, Ashura. He stops and straightens himself; the whole thing was maybe a little embarassing. He's used to his uniform and normal clothing, after all.

He'll look over at Ashura, a hint of surprise coming to his face. If not for the voice, he never would have connected that look to the on who's supposed to be wearing these clothes.]

Ashura-san?

[Shh, Ohjiro, don't bring it up. Ashura's probably frustrated enough about this whole thing as it is. So he'll chuckle nervously.]

Of course. I'm... afraid I'm not used to clothing like this.

[wishmadeinfire]

_{[ He hates it James, he really does. The to quick jerks of his head suggested he was not used to the lack of weight from his hair in the least. ]}

So it would seem. At least it is the lighter hearted of its pranks recently.

[wishmadeinfire]

I doubt anybody is. Come with me. We can find a room and I can help you set it properly - it will help.

_{[ He could see the cloth sagging and the knots tied wrong and it irked him in ways he simply could not explain. ]}

[princeandwizard]

[It's not his fault! The castle dressed him! Though at least Wizard's was pretty spot-on... hair aside, of course.]

My room's in one of the towers... shall we go there?

[last_rat_standing]

[He nods slightly, the hair falling in his face. He makes little move to adjust it, however. He won't stoop so low as to play with this wig and let on that it's any more than a minor inconvenience]

Light hearted. Of course.

[Shut up, Ashura, he'd rather guns and explosions to this]

[wishmadeinfire]

Yes, that will work. It is not far?

_{[ The idea of the other ruining those robes made him shudder, though he knew it was not the poor boy's fault. Ashura readily acknowledge that his dressing habits were ornate at the best of times, many of the knots and nuances of his clothing ceremonial and cultural. How could he expect Ohjiro to understand? ]}

[princeandwizard]

[He nods.]

Not at all. It's in the Pietas Tower.

[His room being in a tower ended up making him having to sleep on the lobby couch on his first night, since he was unable to locate it on the main seven floors. He'll start to lead the way to the tower, specifically to room 1512, taking care not to stumble in the clothes on the way there. Especially not when the real owner of said clothes was watching him.]

[wishmadeinfire]

_{[ Watching him and wincing with every step. Finally he sighed, stopped Ohjiro and knocked on a door. It opened at his knock, proving to be empty and he ushered the boy inside with his doll. ]}

This will do. Now, come, undo all of the knots and belts and strip the outer robe. We need to start from the very bottom layer and in.

[wishmadeinfire]

Well... you do not look bad as Galadriel. You are of a height with her.

_{[ It was the best he could do, but the jaw line - everything was wrong. It was the same with Ashura's hair. God he hated it. Your hair sucked James. ]}

[princeandwizard]

[Smooth, Young Nobleman. You sure didn't live up to your title today. He may be just a wee bit embarrassed because of this.]

O-oh, of course.

[He'll gently set Wizard on a nearby table and start working on the knots, whilst brushing lockes from that wig of his aside constantly. Soon enough, everything's undone and he sheds the robe, laying it neatly aside. Afterward, he'll turn to Ashura.]

So, what's first?

[wishmadeinfire]

_{[ Ashura, for his part, was not in the least embarrassed. But then, he had been dressed by servants for years before he came here. He waited patiently, and when the other was done he came over, collecting the first robe to go under. It being the summer months, Ohjiro wasn't being subjected to more than one with a thin decorative outer layer. ]}

All right, put your arms out for me and let's put this one.

_{[ He eased open the robe, slipping it onto the boy's shoulders and laying it across before he took up a large, obi-like band and began to wrap it around to secure the robe with its precise cross-fold. ]}