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It was early in the morning in Fiore, when the full moon rolled away from the atmosphere and was replaced with a gentle, beaming sunshine that illuminated a cerulean sky. Puffs of clouds littered here and there, and the bustling Capital Crocus below. The patches of grass were heavier with fresh morning dew, and a new day was about to begin. Earthland was gorgeously adorned with a natural cloak of beauty, and for Louie, a new day was a chance to seize those treasures for himself.
The day started like any other. Louie carefully hung off the side of his rather large platform bed, his arms slipping into his velvet bathrobe and his feet into indoor slippers. With a clap of his hands, the thick, dark curtains slid away and revealed large window panels that covered the entire wall. Over his balcony, he could see the entirety of Capital Crocus. The way the towers stood in rows and how he could see how the roads weaved through the city, it was like overlooking a kingdom, and it felt like it too. Every day he felt himself seize even more power than the day before.
After that, Louie meandered into his bathroom, stepping into his rainfall shower and lathering his body with expensive oils and soaps. The process he went through to maintain his flawless, unblemished skin seemed to rival that of luxury spa routines, but he could certainly afford it.
When Louie stepped out of the shower, the mirrors that covered the wall were blurred with vapor. He could only barely see where the towel around his waist and his body began and ended, but like every morning, the young multi-millionaire wanted to see his own reflection. How else would he be able to accurately apply his face creams and adjust his hair? And besides, who wouldn't want to see perfection when they first wake up? Needless to say, Louie reached out and wiped away just a patch of vapor from the mirror, but he couldn't believe what he saw.
My face—my body! It's... different?! Is this reality? W-What the hell! Louie thought to himself, staring at his reflection. He could feel his heart stop for three beats and the color drain from his face. His gorgeous golden locks had now turned to a pretty silver, and he was paler than before, even before his fright! Complex black markings ran up his neck and down his arms until they reached the hand with his blood-pact symbol. His very visage had changed, save for his deep, crimson eyes. He'd recognize that beauty anywhere, and he could say that that much hadn't changed a bit.
"William!" Louie shouted, hearing his voice echo throughout the bathroom. "William, come here this instant! It is urgent!"
Without delay, the bathroom door creaked open, and peaking through was the older-aged gentlemen, William. "Yes, Mr. Klein?" he said, somewhat unaffected by the change in appearance despite having never seen such a visage before.
"Explain! Why do I look like this? Give me an answer!" the silver-haired man demanded, expecting for William to have a reasonable explanation for what he was going through. As unfair as his expectations were, Louie was correct.
"Of course, sir. What you're likely experiencing is some sort of illusion—nothing that can change anything but your appearance, Mr. Klein." William explained.
"What?! How exactly does that happen? Can I change back?!"
"Not to worry, Mr. Klein. It's just magic, it's not real. You've likely acquired this from the holy water you drank the other afternoon, and you'll be able to deactivate its effects like you would any of your other powers, Mr. Klein."
Louie paused for a moment and glared at him. "So, this is just an extra I've received? It's not permanent? It isn't real?"
"Correct, Mr. Klein."
There was a moment of silence between him and William before peals of laughter escaped from Louie's throat. He held his head in his palm and smirked, whipping his face up so he could behold his new features. His crimson eyes were filled with awe as he stared into the mirror, turning and twisting his face this way and that way, looking at his jaw and his supreme hairline.
"What a treat. I suppose beauty comes with all of my shapes and sizes, oui? I can't say that it's superior to my true form, but..." Louie's laughter subsided and his smirk spread across his face, stretching from ear to ear. "William, go fetch me some clothes and contact the gorilla. There's been a change of plans today..."
Hours passed and the noon sun had found itself in the middle of the sky. Somewhere in Capital Crocus, Louie was sauntering down a street and into a restaurant. It was the same establishment where he first met the gorilla and the same place he had told her to meet over the iLac. One way or another, he had gotten her number ever since taking her to get her iLac, and she likely hadn't had a silent hour since.
Sitting alone at a table by the window, a man dressed fashionably as ever sat. He was dressed in a white suit, his usual golden jewelry adorning his face, neck, and wrists. Unlike usual, Louie wasn't in a foul mood and didn't pickishly find things or people that upset him. Instead, he was staring out of the window with a haughty smile, waiting for Aeluri to arrive.
The day started like any other. Louie carefully hung off the side of his rather large platform bed, his arms slipping into his velvet bathrobe and his feet into indoor slippers. With a clap of his hands, the thick, dark curtains slid away and revealed large window panels that covered the entire wall. Over his balcony, he could see the entirety of Capital Crocus. The way the towers stood in rows and how he could see how the roads weaved through the city, it was like overlooking a kingdom, and it felt like it too. Every day he felt himself seize even more power than the day before.
After that, Louie meandered into his bathroom, stepping into his rainfall shower and lathering his body with expensive oils and soaps. The process he went through to maintain his flawless, unblemished skin seemed to rival that of luxury spa routines, but he could certainly afford it.
When Louie stepped out of the shower, the mirrors that covered the wall were blurred with vapor. He could only barely see where the towel around his waist and his body began and ended, but like every morning, the young multi-millionaire wanted to see his own reflection. How else would he be able to accurately apply his face creams and adjust his hair? And besides, who wouldn't want to see perfection when they first wake up? Needless to say, Louie reached out and wiped away just a patch of vapor from the mirror, but he couldn't believe what he saw.
My face—my body! It's... different?! Is this reality? W-What the hell! Louie thought to himself, staring at his reflection. He could feel his heart stop for three beats and the color drain from his face. His gorgeous golden locks had now turned to a pretty silver, and he was paler than before, even before his fright! Complex black markings ran up his neck and down his arms until they reached the hand with his blood-pact symbol. His very visage had changed, save for his deep, crimson eyes. He'd recognize that beauty anywhere, and he could say that that much hadn't changed a bit.
"William!" Louie shouted, hearing his voice echo throughout the bathroom. "William, come here this instant! It is urgent!"
Without delay, the bathroom door creaked open, and peaking through was the older-aged gentlemen, William. "Yes, Mr. Klein?" he said, somewhat unaffected by the change in appearance despite having never seen such a visage before.
"Explain! Why do I look like this? Give me an answer!" the silver-haired man demanded, expecting for William to have a reasonable explanation for what he was going through. As unfair as his expectations were, Louie was correct.
"Of course, sir. What you're likely experiencing is some sort of illusion—nothing that can change anything but your appearance, Mr. Klein." William explained.
"What?! How exactly does that happen? Can I change back?!"
"Not to worry, Mr. Klein. It's just magic, it's not real. You've likely acquired this from the holy water you drank the other afternoon, and you'll be able to deactivate its effects like you would any of your other powers, Mr. Klein."
Louie paused for a moment and glared at him. "So, this is just an extra I've received? It's not permanent? It isn't real?"
"Correct, Mr. Klein."
There was a moment of silence between him and William before peals of laughter escaped from Louie's throat. He held his head in his palm and smirked, whipping his face up so he could behold his new features. His crimson eyes were filled with awe as he stared into the mirror, turning and twisting his face this way and that way, looking at his jaw and his supreme hairline.
"What a treat. I suppose beauty comes with all of my shapes and sizes, oui? I can't say that it's superior to my true form, but..." Louie's laughter subsided and his smirk spread across his face, stretching from ear to ear. "William, go fetch me some clothes and contact the gorilla. There's been a change of plans today..."
Hours passed and the noon sun had found itself in the middle of the sky. Somewhere in Capital Crocus, Louie was sauntering down a street and into a restaurant. It was the same establishment where he first met the gorilla and the same place he had told her to meet over the iLac. One way or another, he had gotten her number ever since taking her to get her iLac, and she likely hadn't had a silent hour since.
Sitting alone at a table by the window, a man dressed fashionably as ever sat. He was dressed in a white suit, his usual golden jewelry adorning his face, neck, and wrists. Unlike usual, Louie wasn't in a foul mood and didn't pickishly find things or people that upset him. Instead, he was staring out of the window with a haughty smile, waiting for Aeluri to arrive.
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Aeluri rolled her eyes as Louie called her by the usual nickname. She’d manhandled him once and suddenly she was a giant ape to him. It was ridiculous, but it didn’t infuriate her as much as it had the first few times. As intolerable as her mentee was, she’d grown used to some of his petty insults. It’s not like she didn’t quip back at him with the same vigor all the time.
