The simple Monk's Hooded Robe he'd gotten from an online costume shop ($38.95) had become Robes Of Holy Armor (AC equivelant to +2 Chainmail, +4 Wisdom) that had been acquired during a stint at the Yellow Rose Monastery of Ilmater where he'd studied unarmed combat.
The staff he'd based off of some anime he'd spotted at another convention while waiting for the Food Court nearby to open. Magical Lyrical Girl Nanoha or something like that. He'd been a bit put-off by the near-naked transformation sequences as it involved severely underage girls, but the magical gadgetry speaking English had been intriguing.
The boots, not sandals as a monk might wear, were the usual Boots Of Elvenkind. That they were actually bought online from Shepler's and were "cowboy work boots" was entirely mundane details that someone costuming normally didn't worry about.
His belt, not being the simple rope belt of a historical monk, was something from a steampunk costume he'd worn a year ago and had a number of pouches on it. Mainly filled with holy water (tap water in vials), chalk, twine, and other little things that spells sometimes required.
The leather bracers and gloves were simple things picked up at a Renaissance Fair. Nothing too extravagant, though listed on his index card as being Bracers Of True Strike (+4 Dexterity) and Gloves of Punching (damage equivelant to a footman's mace) with a Ring Of Water Walking on one hand and a Ring Of Fire Resistance on the other.
Yeah, he'd mixed more than one source for the costume.
That was if you considered him the costumer who'd gone to the Xanadu convention. Now that he wasn't in an epic life-or-death-or-worse struggle, he was a bit more confused. The details of both lives seemed a bit fuzzy at the moment, increasing the confusion level.
For the moment, he decided to go with the priest identity as it seemed the most applicable to the situation he found himself in. He was Garen Whitehall, cleric of Lathander. He could vaguely remember friends amongst the clerics of Bahamut and Ilmater, a few enemies among the priests of Shar and the wizards of Thay, and a sort-of adopted bratty little-sister figure who tended to show up every other adventure. He had a true half-sister and a true half-brother, but being half-dragon he was not entirely of either pureblooded family.
He had no tail, horns, or wings mainly because trying to design workable ones hadn't come out too well. The wings had been best but drew complaints from those seated behind you at any of the video presentations. Tails kept getting caught in elevator doors or stepped on. So he'd gone with ear extentions, some little touches of makeup to indicate scales on places where the makeup wouldn't constantly be rubbing off like the forehead. He'd considered going for the golden slit-eyed contacts because they'd looked cool, but his budget had run out about that time.
Except that Garen could remember using a simple charm to avoid being confused for a tiefling or something likewise nasty. He'd gone with the bare minimum indication he wasn't quite human because a number of humans (also elves, dwarves, halflings, etc) tended to get hostile towards things that didn't look much like them.
"What did you just do?" asked Garen, feeling his ears flatten back as he got up and loomed over the little girl. The pain had been rather like being branded.
"You're my familiar, I am your Master," said the little pink girl, not sounding nearly as confident as she was trying to project.
"'Master'?" asked Garen. "You're saying I'm a slave?"
"Well, yes," said the little girl, looking a little less certain.
"Little girl, I am Garen Whitehall. Dawnpriest. I am NOT a slave."
"Trouble keeping your familiar in line, Zero?" asked one of the kids who'd been trying to escape just a few minutes ago.
Garen glared at the fellow. Just a stupid kid. What was this, Hogwarts meets Pokemon?
The older man stepped forward. "You are a priest then?"
"Yes," said Garen, assessing this as a mage of some experience. Probably a combat mage from the way he carried himself, and therefore most likely the guardian assigned these apprentices. "When can you reverse the summons that brought me here?"
"It cannot be reversed," said the older man. "What was that you were fighting?"
"A simple question but the answer is more complex," said Garen. "The most simple answer is a dark fae."
"Ah, I think perhaps we should reconvene with the Headmaster," said Colbert, deducing that there was a story involved.
The crowd of students watched as Colbert led the new human(?) familiar into the building, then as one looked to Louise.
Louise strutted. This was not a slow walk. There was entirely too much pride showing in the way she held herself.
"So," said Pierre, "Louise's familiar is powerful magically while she remains a Zero?"
Louise almost looked as if she had been slapped, stopping her walk towards the door and glancing back at the crowd.
"Yes, I do believe that sums it up," said Anton, rubbing his chin thoughtfully with one thumb. "Louise has a familiar who is more of a magician than she herself is."
Louise began stalking towards the door, shoulders set.
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