Kiki's Service

Once again the poor little witch was lost within the town of Karakura. This time she had been venturing out to find a clothes shop in order to replace some things that, for various reasons, she had recently lost. The day had started off so well too: she had stopped by a little café for breakfast on her way downtown and then she’d found the perfect store. Everything within had matched her style and it had seemed as though their prices were fair. Multiple bags were loaded up with the new goods and she was ready to return home. She had even come prepared too: instead of only relying upon the streets she had taken some time the night before to figure out which stops along the light rail would best work out for her journey.

The trouble started with locating the light rail station that she had planned to use. Apparently she had gone the wrong way and had ended up further within the main entertainment district of Karakura Town. Hoping to avoid a repeat of the last time she got lost the young witch briefly ventured into an alleyway between two buildings. By transforming into her proper witch attire Lilias awakened her full powers, which she planned to use in order to get onto the rooftops. Unfortunately somebody had spotted her but as luck would have it there seemed to be some sort of event transpiring a couple of blocks away which prompted people to dress up in all manner of unusual attire. Her curiosity overwhelmed her and the short woman decided to follow the man over to the gathering.

Unfortunately on her way over towards the exposition Lilias caught the attention of people. For whatever reason men flocked over towards her and requested pictures. It was an odd experience but she obliged. Still more men were attracted to the gathering and before she knew it they were huddled around her, much like a pack of wolves feeding upon a recent kill. Flashes of light blinded her, voices demanded things from her, and hands groped at her body in a mad attempt to get her to turn around this way and that. It was all completely dizzying and a bit frightful.

Suddenly the crowd seemed to disperse and venture off in another direction. Or, at least, it seemed that way until Lilias noticed that she was, in fact, being pulled along by yet another man. At some point they stopped and, concerned for her attire, the young witch looked herself over. The man’s comment snapped her out of her moment of worry, prompting her golden amber gaze to run along his features. He was certainly handsome and, strangely enough, wore a very pretty set of flowery robes. Oh. He must be here to attend this thing too!

Hands brushed and manipulated the girl’s outfit in a desperate motion to make absolutely certain that everything was within its proper place. A pair of black clogs fit over a pair of purple and pink diamond patterned stockings. Adorning her petite figure was a very dark purple dress which split off in ends that reminded one of a blossoming flower, magenta frills poking out between each split. A purple bow tie rested neatly around her neck and silk fabric of a darker magenta covered the majority of her arms. On her hands she wore a pair of felt gloves, the same color as her dress, and upon her head sat a large witch’s hat, the color schemes of which matched her dress save for an orange and yellow striped ribbon wrapped around its base. It was certainly a strange outfit but it almost blended in with the various cosplayers surrounding them.

Once she was satisfied with the state of her attire Lilias finally turned her full attention to the man in front of herself. The four large paper bags she carried were gathered together by rope strings within her hands, and the young witch briefly bowed forward towards him. “My name is Lilias Aseides. Thank you so much Mister Shinpei! Um, I don’t exactly understand everything that went on back there, but I suppose it could have been due to my outfit.”