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@idv-ask-azrael :

Of course, Azrael took this opportunity to play a little prank: coming from the back gate, he waited for the lady to choose a spot to wait only to then appear next to her with a *poof* in a cloud of sparkles, stars and leaves.

“Bonsoir, Madame~”

Amadea yelped shrilly, her eyes shooting comically wide as she nearly threw her items into the air— much to her horror. Thankfully, she was quick enough to gather everything in her arms before swiftly swiveling around to face him with an utterly unamused expression.

“I see we are choosing to be childish today, are we?” She deadpanned as she clutched the fabric to her chest as though it were a child and she were shielding them from a terrible sight. “You know, I’ve heard you could be quite charming, but I’ve not seen a single bit of it.” She snapped at him as she waved her golden scissors into the air in an attempt to emphasize her point. But all it did was… distort the space around her, like ink flowing into water.

“Honestly, you-“ She cut herself off once she saw… light…? The mere action of her waving her scissors around (and whatever power she had accidentally put into it) had a ripple effect, whereby the pattern on the cloth began to peel off, and float into the surrounding area— imposing itself on to whatever surface it could find, and drifting into the air and space between them. Stars lit up the space between and around them, while the cosmic splendor unraveled from her cloth. Even the cloth itself was unwinding, fiber by fiber, the trails either turning into the inky darkness that made the stars shine so nicely, or turning into trails of light.

“Now look at the mess you’ve made of me…” She said with a sigh as she watched her work quite literally dispersing before her eyes. “It will take ages to capture this again…” She reached out to touch a star, the sound of their contact like bright, small chime. “But at the very least, it’s a fine tapestry…” She seemed at home with this— the fabricated night sky that had escaped the cloth. “You ought to enjoy my glorious work while you can, Azrael… this sight won’t last forever… although, perhaps you’ll say something like, ‘I see this every day’ or ‘I could make this myself’, to which I must say, if you’re going to continue to be petulant, please leave… otherwise, if you’re not going to help me collect any of this, the least you can do is marvel.” She trailed her hand along the air, from which a glittering light and rippling , luminescent waves were produced, as though gliding her hand through water. It would be back to square one with this…

A woman, seemingly distracted by the pile of cloth she’s fiddling with in her arms, spots the demon and hastily heads his way.

“Oh, Joseph, starlight, would you-“ She pauses, not necessarily with surprise, but more so out of… a gentle realization. “Apologies. You are not Joseph… well, I suppose not the one I was looking for… goodness, is it frustrating to navigate this manor… there’s too many versions of all of you running around.” She sighed before proceeding to hand him a sample of the cloth, the fabric shimmering with starlight. It seemed to have more depth to it, beyond the flatness of the cloth. The colors and pattern of the fabric would shift, seeming to follow a day and night cycle. As the stars disappeared upon the cloth, clouds and sunlight would paint the cloth in the splendor of the sunrise and daytime.

“Well, regardless of who I was looking for, you will do just fine. Do me a favor starlight…? As you know, I am the manors current provider of the fabrics for the manors most splendid clothing. However, with requests and concepts becoming more… complex, I need to make sure the fabric I have constructed, won’t be interfering with any… gadgetry. Would you mind carrying this around while your cameras are active…? I must make an account of any possible anomalies.”

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“Excusez-moi?”

Azrael stared at the woman - was she even human? The white wings sprouting from the sides of her head suggested otherwise, as did the strange light emitting from somewhere around her head.

If the hunter didn't know any better, he'd say she was an angel but angel usually had wings on their back. Maybe she was more of a bird-person, like Miss Nightingale? Well, not that details mattered right now.

Azrael listened closely to her request and, after deeming it safe to interact with her, Azrael replied: “First of all, my name is Azrael. I can see you appear to be terribly busy but would the lady do me the honour of telling me her name as well?”

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@idv-ask-azrael :

“I call it a 'thing' because I don't know what it is - just that is no average cloth.” Azrael opened his mouth to add an apology but decided to hold back out of spite alone. If he hadn't agreed to lend the lady a hand, he would simply snap and disappear into a cloud of smoke and stars. But he wasn't one to go back on his word.

“Fine. My camera doesn't work on manor grounds. Lakeside Village is closest, so let's meet up there. I'll go fetch a camera.”

“Well, you didn’t have to say it with such an attitude…” She muttered to herself before sighing and holding her textile sample close to her chest, as though it were a sacred treasure. “Fine. I suppose I’ll be seeing you soon then…” She said before heading out to the agreed upon destination. She waited for him by the shipwreck, the cloth slung over a singular arm. Her other hand was occupied by a pair of shimmering, golden scissors… they were considered her ‘safety precautions’ should things go awry. She looked around for the demon, glancing towards the open gate and then back towards the rest of her surroundings.

A woman, seemingly distracted by the pile of cloth she’s fiddling with in her arms, spots the demon and hastily heads his way.

“Oh, Joseph, starlight, would you-“ She pauses, not necessarily with surprise, but more so out of… a gentle realization. “Apologies. You are not Joseph… well, I suppose not the one I was looking for… goodness, is it frustrating to navigate this manor… there’s too many versions of all of you running around.” She sighed before proceeding to hand him a sample of the cloth, the fabric shimmering with starlight. It seemed to have more depth to it, beyond the flatness of the cloth. The colors and pattern of the fabric would shift, seeming to follow a day and night cycle. As the stars disappeared upon the cloth, clouds and sunlight would paint the cloth in the splendor of the sunrise and daytime.

“Well, regardless of who I was looking for, you will do just fine. Do me a favor starlight…? As you know, I am the manors current provider of the fabrics for the manors most splendid clothing. However, with requests and concepts becoming more… complex, I need to make sure the fabric I have constructed, won’t be interfering with any… gadgetry. Would you mind carrying this around while your cameras are active…? I must make an account of any possible anomalies.”

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“Excusez-moi?”

Azrael stared at the woman - was she even human? The white wings sprouting from the sides of her head suggested otherwise, as did the strange light emitting from somewhere around her head.

If the hunter didn't know any better, he'd say she was an angel but angel usually had wings on their back. Maybe she was more of a bird-person, like Miss Nightingale? Well, not that details mattered right now.

Azrael listened closely to her request and, after deeming it safe to interact with her, Azrael replied: “First of all, my name is Azrael. I can see you appear to be terribly busy but would the lady do me the honour of telling me her name as well?”

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@idv-ask-azrael :

Azrael's brow twitched when the tall lady clarified, not soothing his worries in the slightest.

“I see”, he replied flatly, his eyes glued to the spectacular display of the cloth. It was really rather pretty, almost hypnotic. A garment made from it would be- No, no, back to business!

“As long as it is you who carries that thing, I will oblige.”

Amadea was a (mostly) patient woman, yet hearing him call her garment, a ‘thing’ seemed to be her tipping point. Her expression soured, gasping as her brows knitted together in a way that made her look indignant. The stars in her hair burned brighter— exploding into supernovas in a violent manner before settling down, all while she clutched the fabric to her chest as if scandalized.

“I did not spend hours and hours of work just for you to call this, a ‘thing’ as though it is nothing more than garbage…! Honestly, your audacity is so…!” She huffed, almost childishly before sighing heavily. Sure, she may have been overreacting, but how could she not…? It may not have been entirely his intention, but to insult her clothing and work—especially unfinished work—was obviously a personal matter for her. “Oh, whatever. Let’s make this quick then.” Now irritated, she’d tap her foot impatiently, her gaze cast elsewhere so as to avoid seeing his expression.

A woman, seemingly distracted by the pile of cloth she’s fiddling with in her arms, spots the demon and hastily heads his way.

“Oh, Joseph, starlight, would you-“ She pauses, not necessarily with surprise, but more so out of… a gentle realization. “Apologies. You are not Joseph… well, I suppose not the one I was looking for… goodness, is it frustrating to navigate this manor… there’s too many versions of all of you running around.” She sighed before proceeding to hand him a sample of the cloth, the fabric shimmering with starlight. It seemed to have more depth to it, beyond the flatness of the cloth. The colors and pattern of the fabric would shift, seeming to follow a day and night cycle. As the stars disappeared upon the cloth, clouds and sunlight would paint the cloth in the splendor of the sunrise and daytime.

“Well, regardless of who I was looking for, you will do just fine. Do me a favor starlight…? As you know, I am the manors current provider of the fabrics for the manors most splendid clothing. However, with requests and concepts becoming more… complex, I need to make sure the fabric I have constructed, won’t be interfering with any… gadgetry. Would you mind carrying this around while your cameras are active…? I must make an account of any possible anomalies.”

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“Excusez-moi?”

Azrael stared at the woman - was she even human? The white wings sprouting from the sides of her head suggested otherwise, as did the strange light emitting from somewhere around her head.

If the hunter didn't know any better, he'd say she was an angel but angel usually had wings on their back. Maybe she was more of a bird-person, like Miss Nightingale? Well, not that details mattered right now.

Azrael listened closely to her request and, after deeming it safe to interact with her, Azrael replied: “First of all, my name is Azrael. I can see you appear to be terribly busy but would the lady do me the honour of telling me her name as well?”

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Evidently, the cosmic seamstress hadn’t been expecting his response. She knew nothing about how much it meant to to him, but she was pleased and glad to see that her gift was important to him— even if it wasn’t necessarily about her. Though, seeing him almost worry over tending to the branch, made her laugh gently, her voice falling softly.

“Of course, starlight. I’m glad you find meaning in it… but you needn’t be so worried over it. It would be incredibly hard to kill… this has been resting as pin in my hat for a while now… don’t you think it would be a little late to save it in the condition I had it, if it were normal..?” She chuckled and gave him a reassuring pat on his shoulder. “You may ask whatever you’d like, but I should make one thing clear… I don’t know how to take care of it myself. I’ve made it bloom, but never with more scent or color than it has now. I have a feeling I can’t release its fullest potential… so why don’t you try whatever feels right, hm..?” She suggested. “Oh, and please work more with the gloves as well. Let me know if they need adjustments, especially in relation to that flower… I’m not normally allowed to make things that are not game regulation, but let’s keep this one a secret, alright…?” She smiled brightly— or was that just the stars in her hair that made it seem that way…? And from the way she talked, it made it seem it was more about testing her gloves again… which, sure, may be a bit true. But hopefully, he’d understand that was a small fraction of her original intent.

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“Andrew, dearest dove, may I have a chat with you for a moment?” The manors clothier approaches him, carrying what seemed to be a new pair of gloves for him. They were similar to his usual gloves, though the general quality of them seemed higher. Amadeus was a rare sight around the manor. No one seemed to quite understand where she went, how she got to places, or where she even did her work… most didn’t even know her name— but perhaps, unnervingly, she seemed to know everyone else’s. “Wear these for me, won’t you…? I would like to test their durability, as well as see if they are more comfortable for you.“ she would tell him he could keep them, if not for the fact that she assumed it was implied.

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The stage from the elevator slowly shifts, allowing Andrew’s workplace to appear along with the mentioned Gravekeeper. He seems to be placing a flower on a newly unboxed flower pot.

‘D-Dove…?’ The Gravekeeper thought internally as he stops his little gardening work, suddenly feeling a bit bashful once slowly turning to face the Clothier.

‘Oh, that’s Ms. Amadeus…’ Andrew sighs at the realization. ‘A chat…? W-Well, it’s hard to say no…’

He then finds his eyes on the gloves that the Clothier is holding. He internally furrow lightly his eyes at the design- admitting that he have never seen them before.

“A-Alright… Give me a moment.” He attempts to politely say despite of the stutter, making sure his hands are now clean and setting the dirtied gloves aside on his working table before facing her.

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“I’m certainly happy to satiate such curiosities. It’s not often I get to discuss things like this…!” She’d say with a confident, pleased smile. “However, I wish I could tell you why people come here— or why some don’t come at all… alas, I am not them. As you know, everyone’s reasons for arriving here is their own… and even I am not fully aware of the whatever machinations the Baron has going on in this frankly… liminal space.” She’d reply thoughtfully. “As for the Oletus manor, we may have versions of things in every world, but that doesn’t mean they remain the same. For all we know, the Oletus manor, is an orphanage in one place, or simply just a farm in another. I think it’s incredibly rare for fixed events or concepts to be present in every single version of this world.” Amadea would add before her expression softened, now moving past the more serious nature of the subject.

“As for you, darling dove, of course there are different versions of you. From what I can tell, most of them have been just as lovely as you have been.” She’d say politely— though it wasn’t without sincerity. “Or at least, from what I’ve seen. I’ve never interacted with them myself.“

@idv-ask-the-showman

“who do we have here” a voice can be heard around you yet didn’t take long before you known where it come from.

For suddenly a man who was sitting on a floating cane like a witch would do with her broom and also he was dress like a showman, had decent from up of and soon land on the ground on his feet in front of her and toke his top hat off while bowing to the women who look like an Angel more then anything.

“Is a first for me to see such an Angel like you around. I don’t believe we had met so allow me to introduce myself, I am a hunter who goes by the title {The Showman} yet you can call me by my name Phineas Smith!!”

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“Angel…?” Amadea chuckled, both flattered and amused. Angel…? She couldn’t help but repeat the word in her head. She was far from one, after all. Which wasn’t to say she was demonic, but she was certainly not of the holy variety. Amadea raised a brow before returning his bow with a polite nod.

“Well dear dove, there’s no need for introductions. I know all of the residents of the manor~ it wouldn’t do for me to be this fine manors tailor, and not know all of my clients, now would I?”

She asked with a smile.

“All the same however, it’s quite nice to meet you Mr. Smith. My name is Amadea Sterre. Now… outside of an introduction, is there any other reason as to why you are visiting? A request perhaps…? Or, are you here for a simple leisurely visit?”

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“My, how polite of you…! Rest assured however, this is a subject I don’t mind discussing… I am most certainly not an angel… what I am exactly, is harder to describe…” She answered, momentarily taking pause as she closes her eyes to think. She placed a hand at her chin, and thought, silently musing before coming to some sort of epiphany. “I suppose, the easiest way to think of me… is divine. Not holy, or demonic… simply, a divine presence. More specifically however… you could liken my existence, to the manifestation and collection of a singular concept… though that is an idea that will need a bit more context.” She chuckled and pinched her pointer finger and her thumb together, creating a glowing thread from thin air.

“You see, dear Phineas… every single person, has a different counterpart in a different world. Costumes made here, have influences from those worlds… that’s why we tend to have… doubles running around this manor. For example— Azrael and Joseph. Joseph may have the clothing and the skin of Azrael— but Joseph would only be wearing a costume. He does not change identities. Yet, at the same time, Azrael himself, walks among us, and participates in matches.” She explained, making a visual metaphor with the thread by splitting it in half, over and over again. “I, am a growing collection of fragments of myself… an ongoing manifestation and collection of every single version of myself, from every single timeline, and every single universe. In essence, strangely… I am the concept of myself. And what is a concept, if not divine in nature…? Limitless, and ongoing…”

“who do we have here” a voice can be heard around you yet didn’t take long before you known where it come from.

For suddenly a man who was sitting on a floating cane like a witch would do with her broom and also he was dress like a showman, had decent from up of and soon land on the ground on his feet in front of her and toke his top hat off while bowing to the women who look like an Angel more then anything.

“Is a first for me to see such an Angel like you around. I don’t believe we had met so allow me to introduce myself, I am a hunter who goes by the title {The Showman} yet you can call me by my name Phineas Smith!!”

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“Angel…?” Amadea chuckled, both flattered and amused. Angel…? She couldn’t help but repeat the word in her head. She was far from one, after all. Which wasn’t to say she was demonic, but she was certainly not of the holy variety. Amadea raised a brow before returning his bow with a polite nod.

“Well dear dove, there’s no need for introductions. I know all of the residents of the manor~ it wouldn’t do for me to be this fine manors tailor, and not know all of my clients, now would I?”

She asked with a smile.

“All the same however, it’s quite nice to meet you Mr. Smith. My name is Amadea Sterre. Now… outside of an introduction, is there any other reason as to why you are visiting? A request perhaps…? Or, are you here for a simple leisurely visit?”

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“Is that so…?” She’d respond absentmindedly, tentatively touching the plant once more before drawing back. “You know, I grow plants of my own as well… unfortunately, none of them have the fragrance of most flowers or plants. I can never tell why… perhaps it’s just the way the seeds are… however, I suspect I might just not be fit for taking care of life the way you seem to be.” She mused, glancing towards him for a moment to watch him tentatively tend to his plants. She wasn’t one to give gifts, but she was quite curious about how he would handle one.

“I think you should try tending to one the flowers I’ve grown… perhaps you could tend it better than I.” She said, approaching him slowly and plucking the branches from her sun hat off. It looked… almost crystalline. Like glass… on the tips of the small branch, were flower buds— waiting to bloom and grow. Inside the glass-like branch, were floating lights… like captured stars, aimlessly drifting as though in water. “Take this, won’t you…? I’d like to see how it grows in your care.”

“Andrew, dearest dove, may I have a chat with you for a moment?” The manors clothier approaches him, carrying what seemed to be a new pair of gloves for him. They were similar to his usual gloves, though the general quality of them seemed higher. Amadeus was a rare sight around the manor. No one seemed to quite understand where she went, how she got to places, or where she even did her work… most didn’t even know her name— but perhaps, unnervingly, she seemed to know everyone else’s. “Wear these for me, won’t you…? I would like to test their durability, as well as see if they are more comfortable for you.“ she would tell him he could keep them, if not for the fact that she assumed it was implied.

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The stage from the elevator slowly shifts, allowing Andrew’s workplace to appear along with the mentioned Gravekeeper. He seems to be placing a flower on a newly unboxed flower pot.

‘D-Dove…?’ The Gravekeeper thought internally as he stops his little gardening work, suddenly feeling a bit bashful once slowly turning to face the Clothier.

‘Oh, that’s Ms. Amadeus…’ Andrew sighs at the realization. ‘A chat…? W-Well, it’s hard to say no…’

He then finds his eyes on the gloves that the Clothier is holding. He internally furrow lightly his eyes at the design- admitting that he have never seen them before.

“A-Alright… Give me a moment.” He attempts to politely say despite of the stutter, making sure his hands are now clean and setting the dirtied gloves aside on his working table before facing her.

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@idv-ask-azrael :

“Oh, you are a friend of hers.”

Azrael could not hold back the disdain lacing his words. Yet he did not dare curse her publicly - even less in front of someone who seemed to be working closely with the bird-like woman. He had not forgotten about the last time he had opposed her or rather her rules.

“What exactly do those 'tests' of yours even entail?”, he inquired curtly, a distrusting frown distorting his usually fair features.

“Business partners. We are business partners.” She corrected, sharp but not necessarily offended. She was rather keen at drawing her lines in the sand, so to speak. She was not affiliated with anyone, in a manner that was unprofessional, and for the time being, she was going to keep it that way. She had no idea what experience Azrael had with the elusive shopkeeper, but she was hard pressed to say that it mattered to her. After all, she hadn’t done anything to wrong him, so this was hardly a matter she thought was worth asking about.

“Oh, relax now. I won’t be biting, harming, or whatever it is you think, that I might be doing. My tests will be painless, and simple, starlight… or well. They should be. I suppose it depends on how bad the cloth reacts to the functions of your cameras.” She said thoughtfully, yet all too casual for what she was implying. It certainly didn’t help that she broke into a sly, amused, smile… was she only messing with him when she brought that up? Maybe just a little… she was only teasing him for the assumptions he clearly had.

“As I’ve explained earlier, you will only need to use your cameras for me, while I walk around. I will of course, need to test for stability in that strange mirror realm of yours.” She explained, shifting her tone and expression towards something more professional, and befitting a request such as this. “If it worries you so much that I may do something, you are free to step away, or keep as close an eye on me as you’d like. Is that a satisfactory enough compromise?” Amadea asked, seemingly having none of his soured mood.

A woman, seemingly distracted by the pile of cloth she’s fiddling with in her arms, spots the demon and hastily heads his way.

“Oh, Joseph, starlight, would you-“ She pauses, not necessarily with surprise, but more so out of… a gentle realization. “Apologies. You are not Joseph… well, I suppose not the one I was looking for… goodness, is it frustrating to navigate this manor… there’s too many versions of all of you running around.” She sighed before proceeding to hand him a sample of the cloth, the fabric shimmering with starlight. It seemed to have more depth to it, beyond the flatness of the cloth. The colors and pattern of the fabric would shift, seeming to follow a day and night cycle. As the stars disappeared upon the cloth, clouds and sunlight would paint the cloth in the splendor of the sunrise and daytime.

“Well, regardless of who I was looking for, you will do just fine. Do me a favor starlight…? As you know, I am the manors current provider of the fabrics for the manors most splendid clothing. However, with requests and concepts becoming more… complex, I need to make sure the fabric I have constructed, won’t be interfering with any… gadgetry. Would you mind carrying this around while your cameras are active…? I must make an account of any possible anomalies.”

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“Excusez-moi?”

Azrael stared at the woman - was she even human? The white wings sprouting from the sides of her head suggested otherwise, as did the strange light emitting from somewhere around her head.

If the hunter didn't know any better, he'd say she was an angel but angel usually had wings on their back. Maybe she was more of a bird-person, like Miss Nightingale? Well, not that details mattered right now.

Azrael listened closely to her request and, after deeming it safe to interact with her, Azrael replied: “First of all, my name is Azrael. I can see you appear to be terribly busy but would the lady do me the honour of telling me her name as well?”

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She was absolutely drinking up all of the compliments. Her ego was already incredibly high— she prided herself in her work after all… and any compliment to her appearance was a bonus for her. Although, she took them the in the same sense performer accepted applause. With her attention throughly held, she listened to the Showman intently, and chuckled.

“Well darling dove, like all residents, my reason for coming here, is personal… but my arrival here, was in large part, due to my desire to create… it true, I could do that anywhere— especially in places that wouldn’t leave my clothing torn as sunder— but choosing this particular location, can be explained by the… personal matter, I’ve mentioned earlier.” She answered, careful and deliberate in the way she did so. She gave him an enigmatic smile before continuing on. “Now, it does frustrate me that survivors play too rough, and that hunters always seem to be even tougher, but I can’t say I’m worried about it all that much… all of the clothing I create will mend itself together, eventually. It’s wonderfully sustainable in that sense.” She said with an affirming nod.

“Is that satisfactory enough of an answer…? Or are you perhaps even more curious?” She spoke light heartedly, almost teasing him somewhat for his nigh excitable nature. But it was all in good fun, really.

“who do we have here” a voice can be heard around you yet didn’t take long before you known where it come from.

For suddenly a man who was sitting on a floating cane like a witch would do with her broom and also he was dress like a showman, had decent from up of and soon land on the ground on his feet in front of her and toke his top hat off while bowing to the women who look like an Angel more then anything.

“Is a first for me to see such an Angel like you around. I don’t believe we had met so allow me to introduce myself, I am a hunter who goes by the title {The Showman} yet you can call me by my name Phineas Smith!!”

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“Angel…?” Amadea chuckled, both flattered and amused. Angel…? She couldn’t help but repeat the word in her head. She was far from one, after all. Which wasn’t to say she was demonic, but she was certainly not of the holy variety. Amadea raised a brow before returning his bow with a polite nod.

“Well dear dove, there’s no need for introductions. I know all of the residents of the manor~ it wouldn’t do for me to be this fine manors tailor, and not know all of my clients, now would I?”

She asked with a smile.

“All the same however, it’s quite nice to meet you Mr. Smith. My name is Amadea Sterre. Now… outside of an introduction, is there any other reason as to why you are visiting? A request perhaps…? Or, are you here for a simple leisurely visit?”

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“Hm…?” Amadea took a moment to register his words, all too fixated upon the matter she had raised with him. She had yet to take a look at him, her brows furrowed together in a troubled look. Already, she was suspecting the fabric wasn’t as stable as she’d have wanted it to be… the cloth was morphing into itself, and when it wasn’t defying the laws of physics, the moving and shifting patterns threatened to peel off completely and plaster her enchantments on to the space around them.

Yet, in spite of that, it took only a seconds worth of time before she had processed his words, and recomposed herself to properly address him. She slung the cloth over forearm, and used her free hand to lift the brim of her hat slightly so she could make proper eye contact with him.

“Oh…! Yes, yes, my deepest apologies, dearest dove.” She straightened herself out a bit more before continuing. “I, am Amadea Sterre. I am the manors tailor and clothier. I deal and work with all of the textiles that go into the clothing here, as well as fashion them into the wondrous costumes that you may sometimes see. Although, much of my work is collaborative in some aspect, with Miss Nightingale… I would not be surprised or offended if you’ve been unaware of my presence. She typically deals with the distribution of my works, and with the… demands and the… time constraints of the baron, I can’t say I’ve made too many public appearances here.” Her voice filled slightly with annoyance and ire at the mention of how busy she had been, but she moved past it with a calm grace. “Do forgive me for my rudeness.” She said, nodding her head in acknowledgment and out of politeness before once again moving on.

“Now, luckily, I’ve been able to put some time aside for a few test runs… which, I hope you are willing to assist me with…?” She certainly wasn’t wasting time on any other pleasantries, beyond the necessary ones. She just finished her introduction, and she was back to business!

A woman, seemingly distracted by the pile of cloth she’s fiddling with in her arms, spots the demon and hastily heads his way.

“Oh, Joseph, starlight, would you-“ She pauses, not necessarily with surprise, but more so out of… a gentle realization. “Apologies. You are not Joseph… well, I suppose not the one I was looking for… goodness, is it frustrating to navigate this manor… there’s too many versions of all of you running around.” She sighed before proceeding to hand him a sample of the cloth, the fabric shimmering with starlight. It seemed to have more depth to it, beyond the flatness of the cloth. The colors and pattern of the fabric would shift, seeming to follow a day and night cycle. As the stars disappeared upon the cloth, clouds and sunlight would paint the cloth in the splendor of the sunrise and daytime.

“Well, regardless of who I was looking for, you will do just fine. Do me a favor starlight…? As you know, I am the manors current provider of the fabrics for the manors most splendid clothing. However, with requests and concepts becoming more… complex, I need to make sure the fabric I have constructed, won’t be interfering with any… gadgetry. Would you mind carrying this around while your cameras are active…? I must make an account of any possible anomalies.”

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“Excusez-moi?”

Azrael stared at the woman - was she even human? The white wings sprouting from the sides of her head suggested otherwise, as did the strange light emitting from somewhere around her head.

If the hunter didn't know any better, he'd say she was an angel but angel usually had wings on their back. Maybe she was more of a bird-person, like Miss Nightingale? Well, not that details mattered right now.

Azrael listened closely to her request and, after deeming it safe to interact with her, Azrael replied: “First of all, my name is Azrael. I can see you appear to be terribly busy but would the lady do me the honour of telling me her name as well?”

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“who do we have here” a voice can be heard around you yet didn’t take long before you known where it come from.

For suddenly a man who was sitting on a floating cane like a witch would do with her broom and also he was dress like a showman, had decent from up of and soon land on the ground on his feet in front of her and toke his top hat off while bowing to the women who look like an Angel more then anything.

“Is a first for me to see such an Angel like you around. I don’t believe we had met so allow me to introduce myself, I am a hunter who goes by the title {The Showman} yet you can call me by my name Phineas Smith!!”

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“Angel…?” Amadea chuckled, both flattered and amused. Angel…? She couldn’t help but repeat the word in her head. She was far from one, after all. Which wasn’t to say she was demonic, but she was certainly not of the holy variety. Amadea raised a brow before returning his bow with a polite nod.

“Well dear dove, there’s no need for introductions. I know all of the residents of the manor~ it wouldn’t do for me to be this fine manors tailor, and not know all of my clients, now would I?”

She asked with a smile.

“All the same however, it’s quite nice to meet you Mr. Smith. My name is Amadea Sterre. Now… outside of an introduction, is there any other reason as to why you are visiting? A request perhaps…? Or, are you here for a simple leisurely visit?”

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What is such a pretty lady doing in a place like this?

Pretty lady…? Her ego had been boosted exponentially by a singular compliment— although, to say it hadn’t been high before would have been a lie. With amusement, the clothier smiles, and tilts her head thoughtfully, bringing a gloved hand to her chin as she pondered how best to answer such a question…

“Well, I suppose I should first thank you dear stranger. Such kind and flattering words~” She chuckled before carrying on with the rest of her response. “Although I should say, I’m not too clear as to the… tone of this question. Dare I ask… are you worried for my safety? Or are you perhaps, simply put, merely perplexed as to why I am here? Either way, I assure you, that I have a few reasons of my own, and enough strength and will to carry it on…“

She takes pause, for just a moment before continuing.

“I should say, the most important thing anyone ought to know about my presence here, is that I am here of my own free will. I have not been tricked here, or lead here under the guise of a prize that will never bless me. Nor am I here under the pretense of fulfilling some long time grudge or disturbing desire. I am here, simply to exercise my creative talents… you ought to think of me as a similar figure to Miss Nightingale. Not quite a chess piece on the board, more so… merely someone who helps set up the pieces” She was leaving out a reason or two— but as many residents of the manor would attest to, certain things were simply best kept to oneself, especially when it came to personal details.

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❝Rules + Expectations❞

1. Anyone is free to interact! Canon characters, OC’s, or otherwise! Interacting on anon is perfectly fine as well.

2. That being said, being in character is all fine and well, but I’m not answering asks that could lead to inflammatory discussions, or may actually promote, or encourage things like homophobia, racism, transphobia, etcetera, regardless of being in character or not.

3. Please do not send in anything NSFW. For multiple reasons, I will never allow NSFW asks or content in the ask box or for it to be apart of my content.

4. I am not going to roleplay romance with mods/muns or characters under the age of 18. The latter I hope is obvious, but to be clear, I am above the age of 18.

5. While I doubt I will ever reach any content that involves graphic descriptions of any experience, keep in mind that it is entirely possible, as well as treading over difficult topics, given IDV’s nature of being a horror game, and my own character’s backstory.

6. Not every post or response is going to have a drawing. This is not reflective of you, the submitter or asker, but of my own energy and time, and whether or not I’d rather roleplay first or draw first.

7. It may take some time for me to get to answers, please bear with me ;A;

8. You don’t owe me anything. If something needs to end, that’s fine. I won’t hound you for a response. Your personal life is yours, and you will never need to explain yourself to me. You are absolutely entitled to your privacy, especially regarding your personal matters, and I will never hold that against you. That being said, please do not hound me for responses either. I will do my best to explain things, but if I choose not to, please respect that decision.

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Amadea takes one of his hands and promptly placed the pair of dark gloves into his hands. Though her smile was pleasant, her gaze was analytical. The way she stared seemed to be piercing— gauging his reaction. They were rather simple gloves— simple enough that she figured the general consensus design-wise, would be neutral. Which was fine… she just wanted to test her craftsmanship.

“Now, the adjustments to the gloves are as listed: I have made the material thinner yet more durable— the thinner fabric should allow for more flexibility, and should feel less bulky in general use. I have also added grips to the palms and fingers of the gloves so you are able to grasp items more efficiently, and avoid slipping. I’ve made them waterproof, and easier to clean… however, once again, I’ll be needing your opinion. So work with those won’t you? Do tell me if something isn’t quite right with how they handle.”

She spoke before walking towards the plants he had been working with, seemingly observing them with great interest. She thought it was ironic… the gravekeeper, a service worker to the dead, nursing and keeping new life. Of course, she figured he just liked plants. It wasn’t as deep as she thought it to be, but the thought seemed to amuse her some.

“What kind of plants are these?” She asked absentmindedly, having expected him to busy himself with working with his gloves as she gently touched one of the leaves of the plants.

“Andrew, dearest dove, may I have a chat with you for a moment?” The manors clothier approaches him, carrying what seemed to be a new pair of gloves for him. They were similar to his usual gloves, though the general quality of them seemed higher. Amadeus was a rare sight around the manor. No one seemed to quite understand where she went, how she got to places, or where she even did her work… most didn’t even know her name— but perhaps, unnervingly, she seemed to know everyone else’s. “Wear these for me, won’t you…? I would like to test their durability, as well as see if they are more comfortable for you.“ she would tell him he could keep them, if not for the fact that she assumed it was implied.

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The stage from the elevator slowly shifts, allowing Andrew’s workplace to appear along with the mentioned Gravekeeper. He seems to be placing a flower on a newly unboxed flower pot.

‘D-Dove…?’ The Gravekeeper thought internally as he stops his little gardening work, suddenly feeling a bit bashful once slowly turning to face the Clothier.

‘Oh, that’s Ms. Amadeus…’ Andrew sighs at the realization. ‘A chat…? W-Well, it’s hard to say no…’

He then finds his eyes on the gloves that the Clothier is holding. He internally furrow lightly his eyes at the design- admitting that he have never seen them before.

“A-Alright… Give me a moment.” He attempts to politely say despite of the stutter, making sure his hands are now clean and setting the dirtied gloves aside on his working table before facing her.

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“Hello darling doves~ my name is Amadea Sterre! I am your local expert, provider, and tailor of cloths for the manors wonderful costumes, and as such… a neutral party in the whims of a rather divided household. That being said… I am now available for questions~”