[Finding the small shop tucked away in a corner of the mall is fortuitous, because Soma feels twitchy without a weapon when he knows they're going to be fighting for their true freedom sooner or later. Much as he wishes for some of his bigger, more powerful blades, his sealed powers prohibit their concealment or easy use. Smaller swords and daggers will have to do. Fortunately, he's proficient in their use as well.
He steps into the shop and immediately casts an appraising eye over the displayed knives. They're... not of the best quality. Tourist flash, basically, not reliable in a real fight. He doesn't see a clerk, so he calls out as politely as he can.]
Um, excuse me? I have a few questions, if it's not too much trouble?
After Xander, he's really starting to consider giving Ardyn or Church or someone shit for not warning people that he's here.]
Just a moment!
[If the voice wasn't enough, the sight of the man who sweeps from the back of the shop - and it is a sweep, somehow, complete with the spin and flare of a long coat that might match one of Soma's own, save the color - is probably enough. He's carrying an unboxed ridiculous dragon lamp, because that's the kind of bullshit they sell here.
Except for the clothes, he's a match in height and built and voice and accent for Ardyn in a way that zips straight past resemblance into uncanny. And yet there are still differences - his hair isn't quite the same ambiguously colored shade, and after he sets the lamp in an open space on the shelves, Izunia turns, which reveals both his blue scarf, hanging off his neck, and the tattoo of a crow in flight visible on his neck over the top of it.]
How can I help you?
[Also, Ardyn has probably never pulled off a successful Customer Service Face without looking snide or sarcastic in his life.]
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He steps into the shop and immediately casts an appraising eye over the displayed knives. They're... not of the best quality. Tourist flash, basically, not reliable in a real fight. He doesn't see a clerk, so he calls out as politely as he can.]
Um, excuse me? I have a few questions, if it's not too much trouble?
no subject
After Xander, he's really starting to consider giving Ardyn or Church or someone shit for not warning people that he's here.]
Just a moment!
[If the voice wasn't enough, the sight of the man who sweeps from the back of the shop - and it is a sweep, somehow, complete with the spin and flare of a long coat that might match one of Soma's own, save the color - is probably enough. He's carrying an unboxed ridiculous dragon lamp, because that's the kind of bullshit they sell here.
Except for the clothes, he's a match in height and built and voice and accent for Ardyn in a way that zips straight past resemblance into uncanny. And yet there are still differences - his hair isn't quite the same ambiguously colored shade, and after he sets the lamp in an open space on the shelves, Izunia turns, which reveals both his blue scarf, hanging off his neck, and the tattoo of a crow in flight visible on his neck over the top of it.]
How can I help you?
[Also, Ardyn has probably never pulled off a successful Customer Service Face without looking snide or sarcastic in his life.]