ext_158887 ([identity profile] seta-suzume.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] 31_days2006-11-16 01:12 pm

[Nov. 16, 2006][Suikoden] Oddities on Casimari

Title: Oddities on Casimari
Day/Theme: Nov. 16, 2006 he wishes for the cloths of heaven
Series: Suikoden
Character/Pairing: Len and Marcella
Rating: PG
For some reason I've written about a lot of merchants this month. I wonder why...



Len, even when he was not masquerading as a woman, had a fondness for finery. Exotic fabrics appealed to him and he spent a good portion of his salary on purchasing foreign fashion to enchance his costumes. Fortunately, Casimari Island was a major stop on the trading routes, so Falenan silks, Island Nations batiks, and Toran linens all made their way into his area. It was a little embarrassing as a young, single man to be seen purchasing rolls of ribbon, strands of glass beads, and other miscellaneous decorations, so Len usually went to the market in costume. He would laugh and chat with both the locals and the traveling merchants and adopted all sorts of feminine mannerisms. He was good at his work and he enjoyed it.

One merchant he was particularly familiar with was Marcella, a southern Nay-Kobold, who engaged in the only non-human business on Casimari. Like Len, she was rather different from the common folk of the island. However, his disguise hid his oddities, while her cat-like features were plainly visible for all to see. Inspired by the famous Chiepoo Company, she had gone into business with the goal of setting up shop in every country on the glove. Harmonia was obviously one of the sort of toughter sales due to the non-status of non-humans there. She was often harassed by Harmonian sailors, but Casimari, with almost entirely Second Class Citizens, was a fairly tolerant location. The permanent employees of her branch there were, for their own safety, human.

The two eager local woman watched Len with interest as he picked up a box of shell hair pins and fingered a bolt of Zexen satin. There were no other potential customers in the store and Len was a regular. The women had often gossiped together about cute, elegant Len, hypothesizing that she might be the mistress of a rich man or an upper class sort of prostitute. Len, when he heard these murmurings was really just rather amused. He had clothed himself in a disguise so well-constructed that even people he saw on a weekly basis could not see through it. When he broke through as an actor (or actress?) they would recognize him for who he was. He would be star and he would clothe himself with the cloth of heaven.