All Dolled Up (Open to all BR members)

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A look down from a rooftop above the Rose Garden left much to the imagination. The tiny girl say on the edge, people watching for the most part and taking in the look of different people stammering along, groups laughing and shoving one another playfully. In some ways, watching this was a little depressing, however in others she didn't necessarily care in the desire to get it back. Not under the circumstances from which she'd have to relive would it be worthwhile to make a single step backward. In Lou of taking steps forward in her life there was the opportune moment to start in many a places. Her first choice had been whatever guild she'd be able to think could help her in the situation she was in, as well as helping her develop those skills as needed. Considering that Sakura had never really had combat experience, she would need a little more than a couple quick lessons in order to be a competent mage. As artificial as she was and this magic was supposed to be, the doll had believed there was more to this than she could try and figure out on her own. When she could branch out her connections with other people after this meeting then the chances of her gaining any clues what so ever could probably end up going better than she could hope for.

A pair of black feathered wings sprouted from the back of her body, lifting her gently from her seated position and into the air. Now hanging over the town below her, the tiny form would slowly descend from the rooftop to the paved road below. The only sound to be made on her landing had been the strap-topped dress shoes. She'd slowly gotten used to the idea of voices about her size and her movement being brought up around her in public areas. The starring was rather obvious and was like one of those feelings you don't ever need to confirm visually to know it was happening. Still, that hadn't deterred Sakura from her motivational push forward. She'd read up and heard stories about some of the things among the guild located in the Rose Garden.. rather appropriate sounding guild name given the location from which it was nestled into. Silver Moon Inn seemed to be a very peculiar place to congregate with allies, but she was not one to judge people based on their choices, but purely more on wondering the motives and such behind it.

With the door to the inn swiftly being forced open while patrons left the scene, she took the chance to slip into the door and taking note of which way that door opens should she need to leave. She could easily just blow the door off if she wanted, but she wasn't that chaotic a person to need to do such a thing. Most of the people inside the building were busy with their company or the drink in hand to notice the small figure walking through the place. The real challenge she faced was the barstool she stopped in front of. Something about another foot or so higher than her, she poked at her cheek for a moment trying to figure out how to get up onto it. Rather than just climb up, the small figure floated her way up and onto the seat, taking a landing onto the seat. The wings would dissipate, leaving her with a single black feather for her own amusement, looking about as she had now a good view of everything. What to do? No real clue... However, seeing a moving, 3 foot tall doll would most likely stand out to some. There was just no telling who or where to begin with her search now.

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A small cup of water was placed almost abruptly and as if the bartender hadn't cared for it or that he was in a rush, but either way it wasn't falling on deaf ears that he'd done her a small favor in having been sidetracked unintentionally. The porcelain orbs slid to their max without moving her head much and was able to see that he'd done the same for everyone at the bar without saying much. The faces on everyone at the stools alongside her seemed to be otherwise engaged in whatever it was that they seemed to be amused by, and it hadn't been until she heard the voice of a yelling male that she'd become apparent in what it was that she had been a little more oblivious to the actions of. Not really her fault anyway, she was just a guest whom had no idea of what was going to actually happen to really cause such amusement. Then again, the figurine was in a bar, so it was to be expected that she'd end up in such a predicament to have to sit and watch. None of this was of her concern, so to ignore she would try, but as for if it could actually work? Well that was something she'd need to just wait and see.

The loudmouth in the scenario was that of a well dressed sir, or so she assumed him to be by his choice of dress. Certainly he was more of the entertainment type by the sound of his voice. It reminded her of the times her mother took her out to go see magicians and perform their tricks for audiences. It was a wonderful thing for her to see, but if one was here and trying to show off to a bunch of patrons and possibly some drunk folk, he may not have been the brightest lacrima in the bunch to be honest. If she would see this person pull a bouquet of flowers out of his sleeve, she may have to give a clap or two, though not much that she could really do in terms of that as of course, the sound of normal clapping compared to her own is very different. Another patron had approached him, began to argue about his tactics being fraudulent and insulting the would-be magician. Normally one could take an insult, but apparently from her eyes, the ego of the man had felt a hole poked in it that would make the Hindenburg seem like a pin hole. He lashed out at the patron and tried to re-inflate his ego all in one go as if it wasn't affected in the first place. Of course, that was easier said than done really.

Her gaze hadn't left the man making a fool of himself in the Inn for the first moment or two of a voice speaking up. Truthfully, she didn't think she'd have anyone walking up to her and talking o her due to her appearance, but the curious side of her had the doll turn her head to see the body of a woman before her. The woman looked rather resolved in her appearance, cute to sum it up simply. A maid with short hair, a maiden with long hair. An amusing quip in her mind, masked by a blank stare that she had put on. While the squabbling continued on, Sakura had turned slightly towards the woman whom had been talking to her, having already taken up the advice before she even arrived. "Mhm. I take it you know him?" Her attention rewound itself to the male for a moment, watching him out if a profound desire to watch him make an idiot of himself. No.. It wasn't right for her to watch that, no way in hell should she have to. The small girl simply turned her back to the whole escapade, picking up a black feather she'd left by her water and spinning it back and forth between her tiny fingers as some form of a distraction. "By your asking of my wanting to join a guild, you're a part of it yourself? I don't mean to pry in your private affairs, ma'am. Surely my appearance is somewhat if not entirely a giveaway to my own magical capabilities, no?" As she ceased speaking, her mouth frowned at the sight before her, trying to take an eye of the distance that separated herself from the drink was a disability she still rather hated having, but didn't want to use her magic to do anything drastic. That was still unstable in her eyes.

What she saw next however... not even the mask of emotionless shape would show that she was caught in the middle of something she'd not understood was more than simple myth's her mother told her at night in bedtime stories as a child. A woman, nearing similar physical features from the maid beside her; short hair, thinner build, composed stature and stride in their walk. She'd had something spilled on her, judging by the puddle of water beneath her, the water splashed around from the fin that formed from this woman's very change. She was human a moment ago, but Sakura's eyes widened, the look of surprise very much plastered as her childhood adornment of mermaids befell her porcelain orbs for the first time. What she would give to feel the womans scales, sit down with her, and ask her about her kind and all that came into her mind along with it. However, that stopped as the mermaid was helped up by two good Samaritan patrons, pulling her over to the bar area where the bartender had prepared what would appear to be a heating appliance of some sort to help dry her out quicker. Seated across from the doll and the maid, Sakura regained her composure as quick as possible, seating herself on the stool and watching the reaction of the mermaid with an overbearing amount of curiosity, more than she'd hope to have had in her lifetime. One more blessing this cure bestowed to the doll, it seems.