Gargoyles' 'verse: The Castle: Shopping Trip (Probably Lacking in Doom)

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Guinevere materialized in the courtyard of the castle with a nervous look, afraid for a moment that it hadn't actually worked.  After all, the one courtyard looked pretty much like the other.

Though, truth be told, she'd be nervous anyway.  The very idea of simply going out into public--shopping, Franklin had called it--was beyond strange to her.  She was from a time when her kind were tolerated at best, not unlike some kind of mangy watchdog that the humans kept.  Useful, but not at all important.  And times were not much better several centuries in the future.  Could it all have changed so much here?

And there was the scarier notion that somewhere out there in this universe, there might still exist a Demona.  The one from the universe she now called home was removed from things, forever sealed in sleeping stone.  But here...  could she face herself, if it came down to it?  She did not know.

And then there were her emerging feelings for Franklin...

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He smiled his open smile again. "Oh. All the babies belong to all the Clan, but they've got their moms and dads too."

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"It is... not my place to question," she replied. "It is simply different from what I am used to. But I am learning much."

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He put an arm around her shoulders and kissed her hair, then looked up alertly as Hudson returned. Jane was now slung against the old gargoyle's chest, and he was holding holding out a loose white top with long sleeves and a low back, and a pretty embroidered peasant skirt with sequins on its purple and blue tie dye surface.

"She seys ye kin keep 'em if ye wish," he said, his eyes twinkling as he saw how she and Franklin were standing.

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"I... thank-you," Guinevere said, accepting the offered clothes. "Is there somewhere that I might change?"

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"Those should fit over what yer wearin'. But the bathroom's right here." He pointed to a door a little ways down the hall.

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"Thank-you," she said, then slipped inside to change. When she had, she looked at herself in the mirror and the found the reflection strange. She had not worn anything but her usual attire (occasionally tailored as she grew) in some time.

She opened the door and strode back into the hallway. "Well...?" she asked. "How do I look?"

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"Pretty!" Franklin grinned.

"Och!" Hudson looked away. "We fergot the petticoat. Be right back."

"Huh?" Franklin looked after him confusedly.

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"I am afraid I am not familiar enough with terms for human clothing to know," Guinevere, a confused look on her face.

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Hudson was soon back, offering the young redhead a pretty embroidered under dress and saying gruffly, "Here, lassie, this goes underneath yer other things."

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Another quick change and she returned. "I look... acceptable?"

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"Aye, that's better." Hudson smiled at her as Franklin gently pulled her into his arms. "You two have fun, 'n be careful."

"I'm always careful." Franklin grinned at him happily.

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Guinevere smiled as well. "We will. Thank-you, Hudson."