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synopsychic2018-06-27 07:38 am
unapologeticallyaffected) wrote in synopsychic2018-06-27 07:38 am
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Please, somebody tell me there's a hairdresser around here somewhere. Because this is getting ridiculous.
Re: No worries, I have totally done that, too.
"I hadn't the time to prepare the full cocktail, but I can try later to make the full sangria. It's somewhat a task to get all the ingredients together for it." She thinks about the last time she had the time to have one. It must've been years now, between Ishgard and Doma.
"Anyhow, you came here to have a mane tamed. Shall I begin? What style are you after, or just... 'Shorter than this'?" She gets up on her stool, which will look comical to Elliot, as her little legs have to clamber up the rungs in it to get up to his head height.
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He gallantly avoids snickering as she climbs the stool, and also refrains from just picking her up - that just seems rude. "And I don't really want to change styles, I just don't think I'm old and regal enough to pull off the medieval mane just yet."
Eliot briefly describes his original haircut, which consists of shorter side, a full, generous top with more in the front than back, and sharply delineated sideburns. The curls are definitely much longer than what he's describing, giving him a rakish, if somewhat sloppier look now.
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"Unfortunately not! Sylphs use a far more raw source of magic than the Five-Races, and have a very different way of casting it, so we just have no idea how to replicate it other than asking very nicely," She laughs.
Though she's very grateful that he doesn't laugh, she can also see the way the corners of his lips turn down, trying to fight a smile. It's fine, she knows that her race isn't exactly the most common here. She's yet to see anyone else like her at all, in fact.
She takes in his description with an easy understanding and a confident nod.
"Okay, I can make some clippers, at least, and that should take care of the shorn sides for you, and then just the curls on the top to be taken down?" She manipulates a pair of manual clippers out of Liminal matter and sets them down onto the table, trading them in for a comb, a spray bottle, and a sharp pair of scissors.
First things first, dampen and brush out the hair!
"So, Elliot. I seem to recall my party members talking about you vaguely, but I've not had the pleasure of talking to you myself. What kind of world is it that you come from?" Pinya asks conversationally.
She knows that the other two had found this man aggravating, but she also knows that she's the same.
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"And that's a very vague question. I suppose I come from a mostly non-magical world as far as most humans know. Humans are by far the most prolific of the sentient races that live on Earth full time. Magic and magical beings are hidden and somewhat secret. Probably to give them more power - it's hard to manipulate the world if the world knows you're doing it. We do have technology - computers, internet, airplanes, all of that. But we haven't gotten to mundane technologies for space travel yet, or instant teleportation. Even with magic, those things are a serious pain in the ass."