Suspicious – SS.

 

Scene setting: Greed Castle.

co-written with Dessy.

 

Dessy:  Mariela admired the little cottage they passed by, before entering the doors. There, she saw a gorgeous white haired witch brushing her hair. When she turned around, Mariela gave Tussa a warm smile, before glancing over at Scar at his reaction. “No, I think it’s just you, Scar.” she said with a little grin. Tussa seemed to be looking her over, causing Mariela to purse her lips. Mariela’s blonde hair was in it’s naturally curly state, and her light green eyes were as bright as ever. When Tussa motioned for her to walk over, she walked towards her, looking at Scar when she told the Alp to wait in the waiting room, who seemed really disappointed at not being able to enter the room with them. At the mention of “Hell’s Angels and She Devils”, Scar immediately ran out of the room, causing Mariela to shake her head. “That Alp is something, I swear..”

She then turned to look at Tussa when she spoke. “Well, I’m more of a.. sophisticated person, myself. That’s how I was raised.” she spoke, brushing away a blonde curl. “But Scar seems to want me in something that will make “all the boys jealous”. Or so he says.” she said, giving a shrug. She asked about the “pumpkin carriage deal”, causing her to narrow her eyes in confusion. “No, thank you.” she then said kindly.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Scar’s reputation preceded him as the white witch knew of his fetishes. In fact, she was kind of surprised that he took the bait of the magazines so easily and managed to keep himself under control. Mariela’s mention that Scar was something, had the white witch simply nod in agreement. “Still trying to figure out what that something is.” Her voice having a richness to it, as she showed Mariela through to the fitting room. In the middle of the room was a small round standing spot, so that the white witch could work around Mariela with ease. The Duchess had knocked back Tussa’s offer about the Cinderella package. In a way, the white witch was kinda happy about that.

“No one knows the end to that fairy tale. Cinders ends up a drunk, who is addicted to online shopping whilst her handsome prince had a shoe fetish. I also think he was a touch gay. Anyways, enough about fractured fairy tales. Let’s make yours a reality.” Tussa said with a firm nod of the head. She spun around and threw open two doors, that revealed an entire warehouse styled chamber of a thousand dresses. There was also an elf sweat shop in back. Not everything Tussa made by the flick of her wrist. She borrowed the idea from Santa. Walking through a few racks, she poked her head out from behind one, and said.“So…sophisticated…and one to make the boys jealous? What are we? The Kingdom of Envy? Eww. Heard about that crowd. “ Turns out Tussa was up on Hell kingdoms gossip. She let out a little tut of the tongue before letting her fingers do the walking between gowns. She needed something that would match Mariela’s golden curls and….light green eyes.

Snapping her fingers, an off the shoulder gown of a delightful shade of jade appeared on a model, who happened to be the same height and colourings as Mariela.

“How’s this?” The white witch asked.

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~RB~

 

Dessy:  Mariela followed the witch into the fitting room, turning to look at the rows and rows of dresses she had. When she rambled about the Cinderella fairytale, it caused Mariela to look at her and shake her head. Everyone in this kingdom were interesting. “I haven’t actually heard much about the kingdom of Envy, or seen them, for that matter. And I really don’t want to.” she said with a shrug. She watched a model appear, wearing a beautiful off the shoulder, jade colored gown. Mariela walked towards the model to take a look at the dress, giving a light smile. “It’s gorgeous.” she said, continuing to look at the gown. “But, do you think it’s… me?” she then asked out of curiosity.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The Dress maker sized up the gown that showed an awful lot of leg and then glanced back at Mariela. The young witch questioned if Tussa really thought it suited the girl.“It’s sophisticated…but I don’t think it’s really you. Perhaps I am thinking inside the box. You’re a Duchess, so you should be more regal I suppose.” Tapping her lip, the white haired witch delved further into the racks. You could hear her talking to herself as she moved from rack to rack – picking a dress than disregarding it till finally she found one that she thought was definitely a winner. The white witch then brought out a full gown that had great black feathers that came from one shoulder and also from the waist, with a garland of flowers that made up beautiful design running down one side of the gown. it was simply exquisite and then she spoke a quick incantation that made the dress magically appear on Mariela.

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The white witch walked around the small stand that Mariela would have been standing on, and she helped to level out the dress so there were no creases. Tussa then asked Mariela to look in the mirror, to see what she thought.

“Well….is this more you?” She asked.

 

~RB~

 

Dessy:  Mariela watched Tussa look over the dress, glancing over at her every once in a while. “It’s sophisticated…but I don’t think it’s really you. Perhaps I am thinking inside the box. You’re a Duchess, so you should be more regal I suppose.” Tussa spoke, disappearing further into the racks. Yes, a Duchess. Mariela had to remember that that’s what she was now. Not just a simple witch, or a healer – no, she was greater than that. And she needed to remember that. She could hear Tussa talking to herself, and picking up racks then putting them down. While she did this, Mariela took time to look around, messing with a few objects here and there.

Tussa eventually walked back out, holding a gorgeous gown that had feathers on the shoulder and the waist. It also had flowers going down the side, and it was truly a grand dress. Suddenly, the dress magically appeared on her, causing Mariela to give a gasp in shock. She walked onto the small standing, helping Tussa level the dress out. She then turned to the mirror, turning from side to side to get a look. “It’s gorgeous.” she started, before looking at Tussa and giving a nod. “I love it.”

 

Razorbackwriter:  
“And so do I.” It was Scar, who was standing in the doorway of the fitting room. He was leaning against the door frame and admiring Mariela in her stunning jade green ball gown. How fitting it was for her, as though the gown was made especially for her diminutive frame. The white witch let out a small laugh at Scar’s boldness. “I thought I told you to stay out.” Tussa said with a small shake of her head. The magazines obviously weren’t enough to keep him occupied. At this, the alp wandered in and gave the white witch a sly wink. “Least I didn’t spy on her while she changed.” Truth was the dressmaker made sure that the younger witch was at no stage in a state of undress.

As Mariela admired herself in the stunning gown, the white witch started to make a list of all the other things that Mariela would need. “Mask….gloves…shoes…purse.” This was written by a floating quill onto a white sheet of parchment as the white witch walked around the girl. “I will make sure that you have all the accessories you need and will have them delivered along with the gown the day of the ball.”

That said, the dress would vanish from Mariela and appear once again on a rack. A couple of Tussa’s staff then wheeled the rack away leaving the trio alone. If Mariela wondered who was paying for this, she never would have imagined. The alp handed Tussa a small bag of coins, which the white witch shook and then pocketed. “I believe we have concluded business today.” Madame Tussa then vanished from the room, leaving Scar alone with Mariela. He turned to her and offered his arm. Again…very out of character.

“Would you allow me to escort you back to your room, Duchess?”

~RB~

 

Dessy:  Mariela was startled when she heard Scar’s voice, turning around to see him standing at the doorway. She then shook her head and gave an eye roll. Of course Scar would find a way to enter the room to see her… that was just Scar. She didn’t expect the Alp to stay out when Tussa told him to. Actually, Mariela would been shocked if he had actually stayed out. Hearing that he didn’t spy on her while she was changing caused Mariela to laugh. “I’m glad you like it, Scar.” she then finally said, shaking her head as she turned to look back in the mirror. The dress really was gorgeous. It looked great on Mariela, too. Maybe this masked ball wouldn’t be as bad as Mariela thought. Maybe she was worrying for nothing. She was eventually pulled out of her thoughts by Tussa making a list of the other things she’d need. She gave her a nod, before the dress vanished away from Mariela, Mariela stepping down and turning.

Mariela wondered who was paying for everything. Lydia? No, she didn’t think Lydia even knew she was here with Scar. Herself? That would be more probable than Lydia doing it. Mariela would have never guessed it was Scar. She was going through, naming each person she could think of, until Scar handed Tussa a bag of gold. This caused Mariela to raise her eyebrows in surprise. The Alp sure was being very generous today. Not to mention very kind and gentlemanly… so very out of character, as Mariela gently took his arm. She then began wondering what the Alp could be planning to be so out of character. “You’re being very generous and gentlemanly today, Scar. What are you planning?” she then asked, suspicion clear in her voice as they walked out of the small cottage.

 

Razorbackwriter:  “Planning? Me? Who do you think I am, Duchess? Lydia?” This was the startled reply that Scar offered, he even put his hand to his chest as though offended. Truth was, he wasn’t really. The Alp gave a little shoulder shrug before blurting. “Not all demons are evil 24/7.” Scar said, continuing to walk along with Mariela. “Half of Hell would kill for a chance to take someone as GORGEOUS as you to the ball. Me? I was the lucky dog that you said yes too. So…I’m kinda happy about that.” So there it was. Scar was being a flattering gentleman……for once.

He had to admit, he did enjoy taking Mariela to the dressmakers and seeing her all frocked up for the ball. Tussa did amazing work when it came to gowns of that nature, her skill being second to none. Now however it was time to escort the young witch back to her chambers so that she could get some decent rest before the ball. There was so much to do and prepare for, but at least her gown and accessories were all taken care of. One thing did run past Scar’s mind, and that was what Lydia was up to. He’s also thought that the Princess would have taken personal care of Mariela, but the woman must have had something big come up.

Running a kingdom was nothing like going about the different parts of hell in her carriage and getting interesting tit bits from strangers and the like. Lydia was now a Princess….and there may well be a high price for that in the end. Karma…had a funny way of dealing with the underhanded. But this was not Scar’s problem. He planned to stick close to Mariela. There was something in the air. A sense of foreboding…Danger. The Alp wouldn’t let on of course, but it made the back of his neck’s hair stand on end. As they reached the Duchess’s apartment, the alp stopped and then bade the girl a good night.

“We should go for walks more often, Mariela. But I bid you…a good night.”

With that he spun on his heel and took off down the hallway to his own place of rest……

~RB~

 

Dessy:  Mariela watched Scar as he seemed offended and asked if she thought he was Lydia. This caused her to laugh. “I know not all of them are evil, this just seems very unlike you.” she said, continuing to watch him as they walked to her room. She couldn’t help but give a smile when he mentioned about ‘half of hell would kill to go with someone as gorgeous as her”, and that he was the lucky one she said yes too. “I’m glad you’re happy, then.” she said, facing forward again as they walked. Lydia must be really busy to not have taken Mariela to the dressmaker like she said. Then again, she was the Princess now. So she will probably be pretty busy a lot.

They got to her room, and Mariela turned around to face Scar. “Goodnight, Scar.” she said lightly, watching him walk away before entering her own room. She shut the door behind her, and then proceeded to get ready for bed. She then climbed into the large bed, shutting off the light and then laying down. She needed rest for tomorrow. She wasn’t sure what else to expect, but she needed to be prepared either way. She quickly drifted off to sleep.

 

 

 

 

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