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Stupid Bets... [Complete]

Jun 20, 2008 21:10

Who: Kuja (de_novo_xiii) and Maximum Ride (nixe_eva)
What: Max coming in for her newest torture session
Where: Les Bijox
When: Sometime before the Grand Opening(?)

( When would she learn not to bother people about things she despised? )

place - les bijoux, Ω maximum ride, kuja

Comments 10

de_novo_xiii June 21 2008, 04:01:34 UTC

Honestly. Why do people think we're marching them to their doom? Kuja sighed, sifting through the papers scattered all over his desk. The trio were now entering the stage where time was of the essence, and careful schedules were adhered to. Not a minute could be wasted, as the Fashion Show grew ever closer.

A knock on the door caused him to look up from his work. He waved her in.
"Ah, Max. Good day to you. Remove that...that thing you have covering your top half and hiding your lovely wings."

"Come along now." Kuja gestured at her to follow, parting the dividing curtain and walking into the Dressing Area of the office. There were mock-ups created of cheap cloth laid out carefully upon the settee, and little pincushions atop the coffee table. Scraps of fabric littered one chair and trimmings lay in a box beside it.

"Ignore the mess and we shall get started. I took the liberty of asking the twins for your measurements, so your magnificent dress is almost finished."

nixe_eva June 21 2008, 14:27:42 UTC

Max gave Kuja a glare. "I like my hoodie." She pulled it off and folded it, setting the hooded sweater on the floor out of the way, unfurling her seven foot wings. She watched for any reaction of Kuja's part. Max was rather partial to them, delighting in the wonder on people's faces. She might hate how she got them, but she loved them more than any other part of herself. "Of course you asked them for my measurements."

When could you surprise people these days? Max was still figuring out how Hiruma had gotten hers in the first place.

"Magnificent dress. Why am I not surprised?" Max said, placing her hands on her hips. She wasn't looking forward to her second encounter with the things. She'd tried a dress on once before meeting with the U.S. Senate, but that was different, and had rejected it in lieu of nice pants and a blouse, even then she'd felt like some sort of fashion geek.

It hadn't helped that Fang had said she actually looked like a girl, and she had been told she looked pretty and deserved to have a boyfriend by Angel and

de_novo_xiii June 21 2008, 15:08:59 UTC

What Kuja was partial to were feathers, since he was born with long wispy plumes in his hair and his beautiful companion back home was a rare silver feathered Dragon. So it was no surprise that the attribute Kuja admired most about Max were her wings. However if she was looking for a reaction, he certainly wasn't going to give her the pleasure.

The Genome threw back the curtain to a changeroom, sorting through the three or so dresses that hung there ready for a model. Triumphantly, he pulled out a stunning lace dress and held it up for her to see.
"The dress you wore to the ball was horrid, Max dear. That shade of blue? The petticoat throwing it wide around you?" Kuja shuddered. "All your training and fighting has given you a lovely physique you should be proud of."

"Now, this isn't finished yet." Kuja indicated to the delicate neckline. "I still have to embroider this, and then it'll be done." Setting the dress ever so carefully back into the changeroom, Kuja picked up another item.

"Time to acquaint you with something far worse ( ... )

nixe_eva June 21 2008, 15:23:29 UTC

It was beginning to become no surprise to Max when people didn't ooh and ahh at her wings. After all, who knows what their world was like? On Earth, a winged girl certainly was something to ooh and ahh at anyways. She grimaced at the mention of the dress. "It was revenge." Max muttered. "Blackmail." She scowled darkly at the newer dress and the corset.

She would attempt to figure out what you did with the thing. It looked like it went around your stomach... "I'm not fat." Max said suddenly, giving the corset a look that would rip it to shreds if the look had been made of daggers. "I don't need to tell you that I don't like lace, do I? You probably got that from the journals."

de_novo_xiii June 21 2008, 15:35:43 UTC

"What does it matter to me if you don't like lace, dear Max?" Kuja laughed, tisking at her. "I made this for you and yes it has lace and yes you will wear it. Hate it you might- but I know you aren't one to break a bet if your pride is on the line."

The downfall of oh so many. The Genome giggled, shaking his head.
"And I never said you were fat. A corset is just to accentuate and help your posture. No torture will be involved." He rolled his eyes, unclasping the busk panel at the front so it fanned out in his hands. Slowly he wrapped it around her, over her tank top for now ( ... )

nixe_eva June 21 2008, 15:51:19 UTC

Max bristled at the affectionate "dear", but he knew she hated it. It wasn't her style to be called "dear", or any other pet names. She squared her jaw. He knew pride was her weakness. When he said she couldn't, she would. When people said she shouldn't, she did anyways, just to prove she could and would. "My posture is fine." She said, rolling her eyes. It wasn't quite a complaint, but it wasn't acceptance either ( ... )

de_novo_xiii June 21 2008, 16:09:20 UTC

"Then you won't have a problem breathing in this afterall." He quipped, patting her accentuated waist fondly. Kuja hid a smirk, ducking his head behind hers so she missed it. On the other hand, he hadn't missed a thing; he had seen that brief glint of surprise in her eyes.

"Please take off your shoes, but you can keep the pants for now." Carefully he slipped the dress over her head, the expensive fabrics falling to sit perfectly upon her. "Lift your left foot." The Genome slipped a shoe onto her before repeating the process to the other foot ( ... )

nixe_eva June 21 2008, 17:50:15 UTC

Max felt her muscles want to punch Kuja for touching her waist. He probably noticed how she suddenly tensed at the gesture. He could guess she didn't like intimacy, he had nailed why she hated dresses so perfectly. He obviously wasn't stupid. She glared at the top of his head as he hid something.

This was stupid. Why couldn't she have just said something different? Or avoided the post all together? Batman's words in their first communication in the journals came back to haunt her. "Your self-control is unparalleled." If she'd just resisted the urge to leave that note, she wouldn't be here, being dressed in something she'd never be caught dead in by any in her flock ( ... )

de_novo_xiii June 22 2008, 02:32:04 UTC

He picked up a warm damp cloth and very gently swiped the makeup off one side of her face. Though the makeup was subtle, the difference was definitely noticeable now that it seemed two people inhabited the same body. One half was the fighter, the other the woman lost inside her compulsion to always be on her guard.

A moment more, before he removed the other half and returned her to the bristling young girl she used as a shield. After getting her to stand, he carefully removed the dress and shoes. The corset came next. All done in silence.

"Well." Kuja spoke softly, breaking the atmosphere. "You will need to be here at Midday on the day of the Opening so I will have time to dress you amongst my models."

One last thing- he reached for her hair and removed the sparkling clip, letting her hair fall back to its usual style. Transformation complete.
"A pleasant rest of the day to you, Max." He smiled.

nixe_eva June 22 2008, 02:56:41 UTC

It was odd. She'd never seen the two faces side by side. She hadn't watched the transformation from fighter to woman, and now seeing them side by side, Max grabbed the one she was more comfortable with, the fighter, the tough one. She watched as Kuja removed traces of her mother's genetic legacy, hidden behind worn and fading clothes, behind her mask of sarcasm and harshness ( ... )