faterecanted | [action] Vandesdelcat in Magnificent Footwear

[Van is having a rough time of it today. First he woke up to find that there had been some alterations while he was sleeping. What should be normal human ears have been replaced by cat ears. Big, fuzzy cat ears, which are apparently highly mobile. They're currently spending most of their time pinned back against his skull in displeasure.

And that's to say nothing of the tail.

Not only that, but when he was getting dressed, he found a pair of boots that he was certain weren't his. Oh, but they were very nice boots. The leather was so soft, and they had such nice trim, and... But no. He was not going to wear someone else's boots. Except... he just... couldn't... resist...

And the minutes those boots were on came the absolute certainty that someone out there in that village needed him. There were problems that needed solving, and only his wit, charm, cunning, and deviously underhanded trickery could possibly do! That and amazing footwear.

If only he knew whose problems they were.

No matter! He has a job to do, and a silly little thing like not knowing what it is is not enough to stop Vandesdelcat Musto Fende! He will search the entire village, stop everyone on the street, until he finds his beloved Mast-

...Something is not right here.

Nevertheless, he is compelled. He cannot resist it, no matter how he tries. He will indeed stop everyone he meets on the street, searching for that one person whose bidding he must do. Is it you?]

Excuse me! Wait! Is there something you need help with? Something that requires... cunning?

[Little does he know... it's not just one person.

It's everyone.]

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[The sudden voice behind her, low and that of an adult, shocks her into nearly crashing into the door she was trying to pick the lock on. She's still dressed as a dragon (http://www.cosplayisland.com/files/costumes/982/34164/toothless_gijinka_by_menageries.jpg) and whips around, expecting someone large and angry and perhaps in a suit of armor to run her through with a long, sharp object. Or bop her on the head.

What she does see is...well.

Yeah.]

Uh.

[Large; check. An....noyed? Check. The rest? Not so much.

The look on her face is enough to remind him that he is, for reasons yet to be sufficiently explained, wandering around the village with cat. ears. Which droop slightly at this realization. But he is sure (for some reason) that if he just finds the one person that he must help, he will be able to relax for the rest of ever and pretend this never happened. So he will soldier on, and peak slyly around her to the lock she was fiddling with.]

Lose something?

[Norma has to continue staring for a few more seconds because...wow, seriously? At least she just got off with a slightly cute outfit, but this poor guy. Man, he got it bad, huh? Norma's still expecting him to reprimand her, and she even gets ready to put her hands over her head. Ah--wait. What'd he say?]

Huh? Oh! Uh, yeah. I lost my...keys. [Ahem.] Think you can help me get inside? It's really important I get my treasu--I mean, stuff from here real quick!

[Her keys. Mmhmm. Sure.

But frankly, he doesn't care about the possessions of others at the moment. If breaking into someone's house is going to be the act that finally frees him from this idiocy, he is going to do it. He'd like to resist on principle, he really would; but the overwhelming awareness of the compulsion is enough to make him sick. He thought he was finally free of this...]

Yes, I see. If you will just get me a small knife, I will fix this thing for you. [He... already has a sword. And is totally big enough to just. Kick the door down. But he is supposed to ask for something. He's pretty sure that's how this is supposed to work. For some reason.]

[Wow, this old guy's pretty cool, if he's really gonna help her break into a house. Better go get that small knife for hi--...wait. Norma halts, having turned toward the place where she stored her loot (there was bound to be a stolen dagger or kitchen knife in there), and turns back toward Van. Thankfully, she's actually a bit smarter than she initially seems.]

...Can't you just...y'know...kick it down or something? I don't think the peopl--I-I mean, I wouldn't mind at all! Someone said these things fix themselves, right? So, go ahead and show that door who's boss!

But I can't. First, you must give me a token of your goodwill. Then, I will be your [...] humble servant.

[Humble servant? Oh, my, Norma likes the sound of that. She sure could use a humble servant to help haul some of this stuff for her, too. So, with a bit of a shrug of her shoulder, and a small smile, Dragonorma goes to fetch a little knife from her sack of stolen goods. She'll return with an ordinary looking kitchen knife, probably for chopping veggies. ...It was shiny.]

Here y'go! [Handing the knife over, handle end first.] You know, you're not half bad for an old man! Who are you, anyway? I haven't seen you around before, and I gotta know the name of my humble servant, right?

Van[~~desdelcat.~~] It's Van.

[And with the practiced ease of someone who... appears to have done this many times before, he slips the blade of the knife between the door and the jamb, gives the door a little tug and the blade a little jerk, and with a bit of pressure applied by a carefully placed boot, the door swings open like magic.

But he probably just forgets his keys a lot. That's definitely it.]

After you.

[Ho. Ly. Shit. That was some kind of awesome. Now, Norma's more of a "break it down if it's in your way" kind of girl, but that was just cool. Like...graceful, even. Her eyes light right up, and she practically throws her hands up in the air to cheer. You earned yourself a gold star in her book.]

Whoa! VanVan, that was awesome! Thanks a whole bunch, you helped me a lot! I wish Teach was more like you! Who knew old men could actually be useful when you need them? [A-At least she's honest...] Think you can do me one teensy little favor again, huh? Pretty please~?

[V...VanVan? Did she really just call him VanVan? He is... kind of disturbingly okay with this, actually.]

My skills are at your command. [...What he was trying to say was more along the lines of 'Sorry, urgent business elsewhere, good luck with your thievery,' but that's close enough, right?]

[Best old guy ever. ♥ Norma claps her hands together with big smile and immediately bounds right in after grabbing her sack. Being able to loot again seemed to have renergized this naughty little dragon. Once inside, though, that bag is getting dumped right in the middle of the room and she twirls around, still with that same big, bright, bubbly smile.]

Think you can carry this for me after I, uh...gather up a few things? It's getting pretty heavy, y'know? And I'm just a poor, frail, delicate, young maiden...

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