"Aye, perhaps a less material, less natural route would be for the best," Hecarim noted with a nod. "After all, neither we nor the Horseman were thought to be beings of this world. We need keep our heads down among the flocks of the living, no..."

With Evelynn's measuring done, Hecarim was more free to look about the shop. Needless to say, it was certainly interesting to see what other projects the Widowmaker had gotten herself involved in.

"Hmm...I take it that ye have had a great deal of interaction amongst the living through thy business?"

"It's fine with me. Once you buy it, you can cut two holes in the chest for all I care." Evelynn laughed then immediately adopted a mask of stoicism. "But don't. That would be a crime against fashion."

"Of course. Take your time." Evelynn watched Nevin disappear into the back.

Evelynn chuckles and nods. "I will then, but let's get you settled first. Is everything to your liking?"

Hoping that Orianna isn't here for Blitzcrank's arrival, Evelynn gives his build a cursory inspection then whistles. "My, you have some broad shoulders."

"No reward?" Evelynn's eyes widen. "No reward?! I'll have you know that the satisfaction of my customers is my reward! Money? Pah!" Evelynn gives Tryndamere a dismissive gesture. "Money is no option for me. To create... that is my monetary compensation!"

Cue peppy music, flag backdrop, and dramatic pose.

"Exquisite!" Evelynn exclaims. "But yes, you could use some shoes. My selection is rather limited in that regard but perhaps I have some nice heels... six inch?"

Evelynn listens to Hecarim's conversation. She offers the requisite "uh-huhs" and "ah, I sees" when necessary, but her creative juices have begun flowing, and ensuring that the costume turns out exemplary is at the forefront of her mind.

"This and the other. I also owned a dance studio. While I agree that mortality is rather repulsive, they're not all so bad. Plus, I prefer a bit of warmth in the s--" Evelynn caught herself and looked up at Hecarim, silently assuming that he probably didn't have an undead mare of his own. "Well... you know what I mean."

((Sits in the backroom being completely ignored! My stealth is more powerful then evelynn's now.))

((Ahem))

"Indeed."

ben starts humming to himself while waiting on eve

Tryndamere's eyes widen as she spoke. Then the music , the flag drop, and her pose just made him chuckle. "HAHAHA, very well if you insist then I will honor you decision." Tryndamere turns to leave the shop, but before he exits he turns back one last time. "If there is anything you need help with Evelynn don't hesitate to ask."

((Tryndamere out))

Sauntering on in as if he owns the place, Lavrin makes a beeline to Eve, making a very simple motion; he brings his hands down his attire, all the way down to his boots, signalling to his disaster of an outfit and giving her a questioning look. Giving an uproarious laugh, he looks to her, pleading in a ... maybe cute fashion?

Can you give me a hand? I dunno what the Devil I'm doin' with all of these clothes and jank. It's like I walked into a dark closet and got dressed. Er... no, actually, I'd still probably look better than this. It's like I walked into a dark closet with a wolverine in it.

True enough, the outfit that he's referring to (and wearing) is... well, nearly torn to shreds, leaving a bit of his toned physique out in the open. There are quite a few holes in the dark-green tunic he's wearing, as well as a few tiny slits in the thighs of his khakis. It's obvious he didn't do this intentionally, considering that there are a few very shallow gashes in his flesh where the holes in the fabric are made. Yet... he seems more concerned about his outfit. A strange one, this Lavrin.

Also, please tell me my dullard of a brother hasn't managed to find this little... establishment of yours yet. It'd be a real drag if I bumped into him here.

[center]- Lavrin Xiloscient, Archer for Noxus[/center]

((Not sure on the policy of using OC's with your main account... not sure if people would be confused about which character I'm using, so I'll just put a link to the profile in every post so people are certain who I'm using?))

Rothus appears in the store in a cloud of black smoke, starts coughing, and accidently knocks over one of the clothes racks. "Woops, hello there m'lady, I was wondering if you could tailor me a suit?"

"I think so, but I have one more request, if it's not too troublesome," he says, adjusting the hat on his head. "Seeing as you know who I am, I think I'd like some clothing better-suited to sneaking into various locations. Being a master of stealth yourself, I thought you'd be able to help."

he steps out of the changing rooms

"So, how do i look?"

he was wearing the suit, black boots, and the trenchcoat flowed over him like a shadow. His black hair draped dow to his soulders as if it was part of the clothing