Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34904368-20181105070927/@comment-36855838-20181107015946

My new brother-sister's obsessed with the order?!

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Introduction

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Margaret stood before the mirror, ogling herself and adjusting her loose, flowing robes.

The white and blue garment stung against her skin, she'd had to wash her clothes with lye soap instead of cleaning them with magic ever since she moved in.

Her breasts were wrapped tightly with cloth, her best undetectable enchantments for comfort and cleanliness.

Wrappings such as these were among the few goods allowed into Order territory from pro-monster states, and they had been all the rage since their introduction to the women of the Order ten years ago.

Aloysius walked in, his tough shoes clacking against the floor in a way that echoed with power and prestige.

The rhythmic tapping halted abruptly, and he stood behind Margaret, his hair tinged white in places, explained away as the stress of his work, as well as his age, for while he looked young, he was 38, and men half his age looked older than he did due to long hours spent working in the sun.

Being the town Cobbler, Aloysius was often preoccupied with his many repair jobs, and on the day undead royalty came knocking, citing his expertise and renown among everyone from Order Heros to simple farmers, he had told her to sign her name at the end of his wait list.

Never had she been treated so casually, always with a sense of fear, scorn, or admiration. The young Dhampir found it quite refreshing, and had decided to oblige him.

When her turn came, she had requested his best effort, which he proceeded to give her all the way to their now shared bedchanbers.

Whirlwind their romance may have been, but certainly not hollow, what few evenings he did not spend repairing shoes they spent tenderly embracing each-other, kissing, conversing, or cooking.

Now they stood, in their best sunday clothes, ready to go to lunch at a restaraunt out of town.

Aloysius's younger brother had requested the place, stating that she liked their breadsticks.

"You look stunning as always, Maggie."

She blushed, a grin gently tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"And you're handsome as ever, Al."

Clack, clack.

He sidled up behind her, pulling her back against him.

She leaned back, the massive sleeves of his robes swallowing her up like a blanket.

They held the hug for a while, the gentle chime of the house clock arousing them from their smitten stupor.

"It's a quarter past, we should get going, dear."

Reluctantly, Aloysius released Margaret from his embrace, and the pair held hands as they walked out of their house and into the street.

A lone carriage sat outside, the cab used by Al's Father Joshua in his work as a cabby.

His wife, Angelica sat beside him. She was a proficient healer, and if her stories were to be believed, 1/8 angel through her father's side.

Inside the cab sat Alexander, or, as she now ashamedly called herself, "just Alex."

Margaret had heard the tales, how she had tracked official treasury records with her honor student priveliges and gotten a danuki executed. How he had personally held down a Hinezumi in a fight, his spirit energy slowly corroding until he became an alp as a result. How she had beaten a succubus nearly to death and hauled her by the tail to the chopping block.

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End of introduction.