(IC) comment on the above oc's fashion sense

“Oh honey,” Empress looked at the girl standing in front of her, “you look gorgeous.” She smiled generously. “What you’re wearing right now matches you quite well. Although I can’t say it’s something that I’d wear, I’d much prefer something tight fitting.” She lightly crossed her arms, examining Lena’s outfit. “Do those robes ever get in your way? They are dragging across the floor, wouldn’t it be somewhat difficult to fight with those?” She asked concerningly, then sighed, “I have my reasons for keeping on my dress of course, since I do not physically attack other people.” Empress shoot one last glance at Lena before complimenting:

“I absolutely adore your shiny stars and flowing blue fabric though, don’t take any of my questions too seriously.”

Dolores, at once, was quick to shrink back and carefully dip her head upon recognizing the other woman's presence- Not that she knew exactly whom this other party was, of course; she was aware that the two were strangers, and that it'd be foolish of the (former) maid to presume that they ever knew each other, but...

Old habits died hard, apparently. Poor Dolores was just bearing the brunt of that.

"Well, uh," she was quick to pipe in with a raised brow, "I'll be the first to admit that you... You have a rather formal sense of fashion, miss. You certainly know how to impress a person immediately. That isn't something that just... Uhhh... Well... Anybody can do, really!" She laughed carefully, holding a hand to her mouth in the process as she attempted to conceal the increasingly sheepish smile behind her palm. Alas, whether that was actually succeeding was... Ambiguous. The more Dolores found herself gazing at the empress's silken, crimson robe and her metallic gaze, the more the older woman just wanted to get the feedback done with - for the sake of everyone involved.

She thus found herself glancing off to the side as she continued to stammer, "You... You certainly befit your status as a royal individual, in other words! I can't help but respect that, you know?" With a lighthearted chuckle, Dolores ran her fingers through her hair before fluttering her lashes and letting out a sigh. "I have to admit..." the older woman explained herself, "... It's one thing to seem royal, but it's another one entirely to... Well... Actually be royal, if that makes much sense? I almost feel as if I'm insulting you with my presence..."

Which, in fact, was an emotion that Dolores genuinely felt!

She could actually feel herself shrinking farther back while carefully humming, "But... Well... That should be a different concern for a different day now, mm? I'll likely just... Cut it off here by admitting that you're quite the lovely individual, miss. I hope that your stay up here is... Pleasant." Dolores smiled sheepishly, and openly too considering that she had since lowered her hand and let out a soft sigh. "Quite pleasant, really... Uhhh..." The older woman chewed on her lip and glanced over her shoulder, towards the kitchen.

"Do you want something to eat or drink, by the way?" Dolores asked, in what seemed like an attempt to make up for how... Needlessly longwinded her entire set of feedback was. Dolores... Honey... Her gaze remained averted as she chirped, "I don't, uh, have much beyond the staples here, though... If you want luxury foods, I can prepare that, but it's going to cost me a bit..." She paused before looking back over at the other party. "... So if it starts getting too extreme, I hope you're fine with vegetable soup? It warms the stomach. I just hope that it... Doesn't stain formal wear that much now... Mm?"

I'll try my best to do a follow-up for NP if I have the time!! ^^

“It's wonderful weather don’t you think?” Xander asked. He smiled. As his breath formed clouds in the cold mountain air. “I never really get used to these types of colds, I’m afraid madam,” he said. Xander petted Biscuit’s neck. The draft horse snorted, flicked its ears but calmly kept on chewing on his plucks of (peppered with snow) grass.
Xander stepped away from the horse and onto the vantage point. A small outpost hacked into the mountain-like landscape. It was rough and unpolished. Though it did not distract from the view. Before them lay the mountain landscape, as rough and unpolished as their vantage point was. Ill pine trees oppressed each other on the scant soil. A river snaked through the snow. On which the sun was reflected.
Xander let out his breath. Set down and reached for his backpack. He took his notebook and pen from his bag. 

“This place is surely inspirational,” he told Dolores. Beaming the older lady a quick smile. “Inspirational, but surely cold, madam,” he said. Before laughing. His nose had colored a soft red. So had his cheeks. He pressed his pen against the paper but paused.
“Actually, you should tell me about the manners of the mountain-folk if you like Dolores? I know, madam, that you’re not born here. Nor raised, but you adapted. I surely have my respects for you, madam,” Xander said. He pressed the fountain pen’s tip against the paper, allowing the ink to pool slightly.
“Are all folk dressed like you madam? It sure looks very warm and cozy. Something I lack I’m afraid,” he laughed. “I have my hat of course,” Xander said. As he tipped his mole-furred hat. Then shook his head again. He shifted his gaze back at the view and let out his breath for a second time. “I do admire your style though Dolores like I said. I look very warm, cozy. Practical,” he said. A small frown formed between his eyes as the singer shifted his focus towards his notebook.
“I wish I had some more... Practical clothing madam. You see, the Emperor praises military gear. I’m more a,” he paused. As his pen finally started to move. “Practical man.” 

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Maw breathes
Xander: 

After carefully studying the ornate gentleman’s garb Maw cleared his throat to finally speak up as if he had been biting back a comment. “So you just...dress yourself like this? Normally?” He asked, his eyes darting up at down at all of the little embelishments and trinkets across Xander’s suit. “I mean my family used to dress me like this but that’s when I was much younger and-“ He stopped himself from rambling, not meaning to sound as rude as he was he was just...fascinated.

“I mean, where do you even get such detailed garments?” He looked back at his own tattered cape as it lightly fluttered in the breeze. “Not that I could take care of such luxuries nearly as well as you seem to! I mean those buttons! The embroidery! Is that a real fur trim?” 

As Xander gave him a chuckle and a warm smile in response Maw shot back his best attempt at a smile although looking more like a painful grimace being as generally awkward and unsocial the warlock was. He took his oversized witches hat off and ran a hand through his hair. The creature hiding itself within gave a cheeky grin before blending back in with the pomp, giving the friendly stranger a startle. 

“Though I suppose our line of work is very different, you mentioned the arts yes? That’s what I like to call what I do. The art of magic that is! Nothing very showmans-y though, I doubt it would be anything aligned with your interests and- I apologize I’m rambling again. You just seem to be a man of culture is all! Do you know how hard it is to find a good theatre and a seamstress when you live with a traveling band of mercanaries?” He said with a scowl.

     NV stayed quiet for a few minutes, hands in their pockets, and their one visible eye gazing intently at Maw. One might've mistaken them for a mugger or a thug at a distance, but soon they finally spoke.
     "You carry an air of elegance and confidence," they said. "It's admirable. I'm sure your outfit helps with that. It's beautiful, and fits you very well. The vest is a beautiful shade, and gives you a slimmer appearance-- though you were slim to begin with. It's complimented by your long, flowing cape, which is nice, but its tattered ends tell me about the exciting adventures in your life. Your cravat, though, is very eye-catching. Like waves upon waves of elegance, under a beautiful rose. Every bit of your outfit compliments the other and tells me about yourself. However you grew up, you at least had the means to understand fashion, and you understand yourself enough to base an outfit around your personality and skills. It's admirable," they repeated before looking down to their baggy clothes.
     "I could never figure something like that out. I don't know myself, or my skills. I wish I had your fashion sense. Would you have any advice for me? Or would I be a lost cause?" They spoke as if they already knew the answer.

Is.... is it Halloween? The moment he saw them, he pulled out his phone to double-check the date for today. It wasn't Halloween. In fact, it was the middle of April! Why in the world would they be looking like that in the middle of April? Costume? Part of a movie? Acting? They clearly were a super good actor.

Regardless Kaeas studied his clothes up and down. The first words would have been "disgusting" or "why is there a homeless person standing here for?" but he took a closer look of his jacket. It was an oddly familiar one. The symbol- it was-

"My goodness where did you get your hands on this?!" He immediately pushed himself up to NV. He didn't care about the fashion-sense. In fact, now he considered his look "unique." The coat he was wearing, a brand that was long gone but still legendary across America's street fashion. He could remember someone spending tens of THOUSANDS to get their hands of this particular jacket. Of course! Of course! This fellow needed an OUTFIT to match this jacket! Sen felt particularly bad when he looked down on him. "My, what a look you have here! It's fascinating! It's... different but... but..."

"...It's wonderful! I did not expect that you would go so far to try and match the fur with your bandages! I cannot believe you have managed to to preserve the color after this long!"

At times Lucasia’s siblings can be weird. They now dare her , the oldest out of the four sibling bunch of them to comment on the fashion sense of Kaeas. Why? Archons above they won’t know. And Lucasia accepts, despite her only knowledge of fashion sense wearing simple yet fashionable clothing.

”Oh- Oh...you really like feather boas, don’t you? Kinda reminds me of Mom since he also likes to wear feather boas- Anyways...“ Lucasia started.

”Well! I like your fashion style. It’s like mine, simple yet very fashionable and unique to only you! I really do like your sense of fashion, you look as if you have actual experience in fashion!” The Twilight Heroine told the man with a smile on her face.

Oh hey, this dare wasn’t hard for once!

Oh wow, her fashion was... was...

Super cute! She looked like some kind of fantasy RPG character, or maybe an idol of some sort? The cape was SUCH a good touch. (He made a mental note to invest in a cape at some point.)

"Hey, kid! I like your style. What kind of costume is that?" An unintentionally rude jab punctuated his compliment--who was he to talk about costumes, am I right--but his smile was genuine.

"I see why your name is Prada Givenchy..." she comments, looking rather "astonished" by your extravagant choice of clothes.

I do like the jeans and the best. Very, modern. Very uh, classy," Snap said. as he cocked his head.
"Your scarf looks cosy too, a bit bright though," he added. "But what's to expect from an average musician aye?"
The Kenku rubbed his beak as if he was lost in thought. "Though.. I presume that you are a rocker? A musician? I'm a map maker," Snap clarified.
"And a paper enthusiastic, I collect small cars yes-yes. Cards from celebrities," Snap continued. He hopped a bit closer. "Say.. Maybe you can sign this little card I have? It surely will increase it's value," the kenku mused. And even though he was not able to smile Snap surely sounded like he was smiling.

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For np: Here's my little bird.

Fashion was not exactly her strong suit but she would try anyway. After all, honest feedback was something she could give. "Okay, so... first off... nice choice of colors, nothing that burns out your eyes which is great... although that yellowy beige is a bit light for my taste but I suppose it suits you. The buttons are kind of a nice detail. Also that scarf-hood-thing you got there is awesome, please tell me where you got it, I love it." Lola said with her usual monotonous voice. She was serious though... "I like the red as well... we're not gonna judge red, red is always great." she decided. "Those pants look more comfortable than fashionable and in general your stuff seems a bit short? But I guess that makes sense. Probably. From a fashion point of view I'd say it's not as nice as if it was longer but since I don't know if it's for practical reasons or not I'll just... let that slide, eh?" Lola sighed at the realization that she really was no help at all. "Do these clothes like... actually make sense for a bird-person?" now she was curious!

In all honesty, Sergey was... A bit taken aback by the creature.

Sure, he could buy the fact that she was a notorious pirate captain in spite of her short stature. Or the fact that she was quite well-versed with a sword. (Maybe too well-versed with such a weapon, according to the pacifistic Sergey.) He could buy both of those. She appeared to have so, so much energy stuffed into a relatively small and young body - the association with his porcine companion, Pavel, almost sending poor Sergey into a fit of snorts and chuffs - and that all made sense to him. Yet...

With a sheepish grin forming on his face, the older man coughed into his sleeve and chirped rather awkwardly, "... If I have to be honest, miss... I'm surprised that your clothes haven't been completely eroded by the ocean by now." Oh. Sergey had prepared himself for that moment, as evidenced by his puffed-out chest and the sparkle that he had in his eye until that moment... And then both were gone. His slim, not-at-all muscular physique became all too clear, and the poor man appeared more deferent than confident when it came to demeanor. Ouch.

"It's fortunate that you managed to secure yourself a good position, though," he remarked while nodding along to his words, "I'm sure that someone who can swing a sword and lead people with such ease deserves, eh-" Sergey broke off with a snort as he grinned sheepishly at the tauntaun once more. "- A fancy outfit, no? Eh? Ha!" Whatever string of words poor Sergey was trying to compose quickly dissolved itself into a bazillion bits as he kept interrupting himself with chuckles and snorts.

Was he even taking her seriously!? The fuck!?

Not that he meant ill, though, as Sergey eventually recovered enough to lean back in his seat and sigh, "I... I do apologize, miss. It's a bit of a hassle for me to comprehend. You're young yet... Elegant and feisty at the same time. It shows in your coat and your practical style of dress. I just think..." He paused to rub his chin. "... I just... I just think that you should at least spruce yourself up every so often. No opponent would quake under your presence if they consider you a fool... No?"

Biting down another sigh, Sergey paused for a moment before reaching towards a sheet of fabric and humming, "How about... How about I make something that you can wear during formal events? I'm not sure if the folks here will be that, uh, receptive towards a pirate's coat-" He snorted while stifling a sheepish grin. "- Not that it looks bad on you, of course! It's... Just the connotations that a pirate can bring up..." Sergey paused for a moment while grabbing the fabric and carefully thumbing it. "And people can be cruel at times. I just want to make sure your time on land is... Pleasant, yes? Or at least as pleasant as can be, for a sailor at heart such as yourself. Heh."

maybe I'll do a follow-up for NP if I have the time? owo

"Are you married?" Orianna curled a tuft of her hair around her finger as she spoke. Her eyes were on the fabric tied around Sergey's waist, and her lips were curled into a feline smile. "I wouldn't be surprised if you were, you know, or if you were engaged. You're so cute, with that little hat of yours and that tie."

The tie and sash both looked like a slab of bacon to her. She refused to mention it.

"Ah, sometimes I think about marrying just for a sash like that." she continued on, "But, I haven't found the right man..." The woman fell silent for a moment, and then let out a rather unladylike, snorting laugh, as she flopped herself back against the wall behind her. She let go of her hair and waved her hand nonchalantly, amusedly. "Oh, who am I kidding? No offense to you, and I still stand by you being at least aesthetically pleasing, but... come on." Ouch. Okay. "Even for a woman, I don't think I would. Being tied down is the last thing that I want, in all honesty."

Noncommittal, pompous... What else was she? Generous with her compliments, maybe, as she shifted her focus back on Sergey's outfit.

"That's less of an outfit for a party, I think, and more so one for hard work. Does that make sense? I wouldn't really consider that a bad thing, either, just that... Well, it's like I said." She scoffed playfully. "You look more like you're about to fix a wagon wheel or travel the road with a caravan, rather than sing and dance on stage. I can only hope you perform songs befitting the working class. Wouldn't that be so sweet, to familiarize yourself with the downtrodden?"

Downtrodden. Maybe she lacked respect, too.