tampered | Log; Finished

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Log; Finished

When; In the evening
Rating; G for now
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rozenmagician
Summary; Continuing from this post, Cain decided that the best way for Caterina to show her loyalty is to cook them both dinner.
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It was almost time for the both of them to arrive. He should have asked them to come earlier. Though Cain has spent most of the day keeping himself amused by bantering with his neighbors, he grew bored of facing the screen before long. Though it affectively kept him busy, Cain is not the sort who liked sitting still for a long period of time. Especially since this world is working in his favor. Instead for just a mere few hours, his form could easily retain itself for two, three days.

He plopped himself onto the uncomfortable furniture and waited.

[OOC Note; Shortest tag evar D= And the cut title taken from one the musical cabaret's song, 'Mein Herr']

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Cain watched as Isaak greeted the Duchess of Milan entered his abode. He wondered what was the contents of the conversation that the Magus had with the Duchess that she would readily join the Orden. After all, she had made it clear what she thought of the RosenKreuz Orden. The blonde could not help but think of a particular adage everytime he thought of Cardinal Sforza.

He dismissed the thought. Whatever reasons that the Duchess of Milan has was of no importance to him. Her presence will please Isaak and if needed, Cain would use the information of her joining the Orden to his advantage. He was not as foolish as to think that the Cardinal would willingly divulge information of the Vatican to them; even if she did, who can confirm whether the information is accurate or not?

“Good evening, Cardinal Sforza,” he greeted her amicably from where he sat. “I am glad that you made it on time.”

"Goodevening, Kampfer," Caterina murmured, inclining her head. "I do hope I am not late." Then was addressed by Mein Herr and bowed her head to him, "Goodevening, Mein Herr."

And paused for a moment, eyes widening, she had forgotten about the uniform. "My apologies, Mein Herr, Kampfer," Making sure to address Cain first, "I have left my maids at home and I am afraid I could not possibly dress myself." After all, getting out of her garments was complicated enough, getting into them would be even more difficult.

She was, however, prepared to cook the meal. Isaak had informed her earlier about fish and chips being Mein Herr's favorite foods and thusly she would cook them. So, she had gone to the cafe and ordered them to see what they looked like and what they were made out of. And Isaak had gathered the ingredients. How hard could this be?

Isaak’s head remained lowered on Cain’s presence, giving the semblance of a perfect servant. He moved next to him slowly, almost like a shadow hidden by the dim lightening inside and stood at his right.

“That could be a problem,” commented Kämpfer, tilting his head. “Should I fetch part of her personnel, my Lord? Or should I aid her personally?” He put the choice on Cain’s shoulders; after all, he had to give some mirage of subordination.

He would prefer the cyborg had accompanied the Duchess, thus assuring the meal would be well cooked and without accidents.

Cain pretended to give it some thought while he played with the options available to him. He could do as Isaak has suggested, but it would not provide him with much entertainment. He deserved a diversion for staying in his room the entire day.

An idea popped into his head. Giving both a smile, Cain pushed himself off the chair on to his feet. “I have a better idea. I think I will take the task upon myself.” Isaak’s words gave him the idea. It seemed strange enough that the other volunteered to lend a hand to the Duchess. He kept that information aside to dwell on it later.

Caterina's eyes widened slightly at Isaak's offer, but she was less nervous than one might expect. He had seen her nude, after all, and she would at least be in her undergarments and he could close his eyes for the most part.

However, she was still a lady and having strange men help her dress, strange human men that is, would be going against her entire upbringing.

So she waited until Cain made his pronouncement and felt her throat go dry. NO! It was bad enough that she had to wear those clothes, cook and serve him but to have him see her in her undergarments!

About to protest, she realized this was an opportunity to show how trustworthy she was and calmed, trying to unclench her fists from her sides and relax her strained muscles. "I appreciate your condescending to aide me, Mein Herr. Do you wish for me to change now?"

He watched as expressions flitted on her face in amusement. Surprise, a hint of revulsion, and then a hint of her steely resolve as she calmed herself and accepted his offer. If nothing else, he is impressed by the way she held herself. Then again, she was probably used to it. After all, being a Cardinal means that you have to place yourself in the view of thousands at a time.

Cain wondered what Isaak thought of it. The magician seems to be rather fond of the Duchess, even asking that he’d personally take care of her.

“Of course. Unless you want to change here, we should adjourn to the room I prepared for your needs.”

"We shall adjourn to that room," Caterina replied calmly, there was no need to lose that much more of her modesty by changing in front of two males. Inclining her head, she waited for Cain to lead her into the room and cast a glance at Isaak from the corner of her eyes. It was slightly murderous.

Upon entering the room, she turned, giving Cain her back and said slighlty awkwardly as she smoothed back her large curls, catching them between her fingers and clasping them up and off of her neck, "Please start by unlacing my corset. There are a few hooks as well. Proceed carefully."

Isaak bowed his head and watched them leave. He had no spoken a word of agreement or disapproval regarding Cain’s choice. He was certainly miffed that he did not get to assist Caterina but his Lord was clumsy and would most likely never seen a corset in his life let alone lace them.

He waited outside the door, expecting a future call of aid coming from Mein Herr. Or the sound of a slap.

Cain looked at the intricate crisscrossing of the lace, studying them in silence. He certainly did not expect it to be half as complex as it was. The blond could hardly tell where it started and where it ended. This would prove to be troublesome.

He tugged at the edge of one of the laces experimentally and was pleased when it came apart rather easily. Now all he has to do it to unlace it, not to difficult a task. Slowly he pulled the lace loose from, giving a sharp tug here and there when it proved tricky. The one sharp tug proved to be too much for his already strained form and his right hand came off, hanging on the edge of the lace.

“Oh dear,” Cain said unperturbedly, giving that errant hand a chastising look. He looked back to the door, knowing that Isaak would be lurking nearby. “Isaak, I think I may have need of your aid.”

Caterina frowned slightly, Cain was taking a rather long time and she was eager to start this night quickly so it would end all the sooner and she could go home to sleep with one of Isaak's kohoruto tucked under her arm to ease the ticking.

Then at his utterings, she frowned, "What is it? You haven't broken anything have you?" There was a strange weight at her corset and Caterina's frown deepend.

"What is that?" Looking over her shoulder she saw the hand dangling from her corset strings and gave an ear splitting shriek that tore from her throat before she could stop it. Of all the disgusting!

Isaak’s lips curved into a smile upon hearing his Lord’s call. He had done something wrong, he knew it. Turning around, he lowered the knob and entered, midway of that his sensitive hearing was pierced by Caterina’s shriek.

“What? Duchess!” he exclaimed, rushing at her side, protectively. His dark expression softened to see Cain’s… issue. His hand had dropped and was tangled on her corset. “Duchess, please calm down. I will fix it,” he cooed, fastening the lace with an expert tug and handing Mein Herr his missing limb with a bow. “It appears your body degeneration process has renew, my Lord.”

Cain winced when the Duchess let out the most piercing shriek that he has ever heard. He took a step back as Isaak rushed in to take over his place. He took his separated hand from Isaak with a frown. His ears still hurt. “I suppose it had,” the blonde said, attaching his limb back to its place.

Caterina's spine stiffened and her shoulders straightened, but her muscles were trembling slightly, Isaak's words calmed her a bit, but there was still a hand, a -peice- of the Kreznik hanging from her bodice.

Waiting until it was removed, Caterina whirled on them and attempted to control herself, giving a small smile and keeping her voice low and calm, "Mein Herr, it would seem you are having difficulties. The quicker I change, the quicker I will be able to make your fish and chips. Please allow Panzer Magier to help me finish and that way you will be fed faster."

“What should I do, my Lord?” Isaak wondered, cocking an eyebrow and containing his laughter. It was a funny vision to see them three on this situation, his lips twitched, his smile cracked into a full smirk. “How do you feel?”

He took his hand to inspect the limb, it attached nicely but the skin was still weak and flaccid. “After feeding, I will prepare you a bath,” he promised then turned to glance at Caterina’s reaction.

“I suppose you are right,” Cain conceded, his ears still ringing from the earlier incident. Who would have thought that the usually stern Duchess of Milan would be upset over a hand? “And I think a bath would be needed tonight, I would not like my limbs to come off when I am out strolling tomorrow.”

“I think I have had enough excitement for the day… and I do feel a little famished. You can take over from this point Isaak. I shall be outside replying to my comments while waiting for dinner.” With that said, the blond Crusnik sweep out of the room.

As Cain left, Caterina let out a breath, attempting to calm her tensed muscles after having that creature's putrid hand -hanging- from her corset. Detatched and hanging. It could have been worse, she supposed, he could have placed it somewhere improper.

Sweeping up her hair again, she gave her back to Panzer Magier, "Undo the corset, if you please. This should not be unfamilliar to you." After all, he had done it to her before while he was acting as her physician.

“As you will, my Lord,” Isaak answered politely with only just a tad of sarcasm in his servile position. He needed a bath, Cain knew who had the power of the circumstances when came to his body. He secured the door and that Mein Herr had not dropped anything on the way before returning to Caterina’s side.

“Hm. I am quite familiar with your corset, Duchess,” Kämpfer muttered, taking a full minute before quickly undressing her. Loosening the laces first, removing the garment and offering Caterina the change of clothes with a broad smile. “For you, Eisendame.”

Caterina felt his expert fingers tugging at the correct strings, a pull here, a lacing there and the corset was freed and she was able to take a deep breath once more. As he removed it, she felt only a light flush in her cheeks as she clutched her dress to her and took the change of clothes in her other hand.

With slight reluctance, she dropped the cardinal dress and allowed it to pool at her feet, stepping out with her tall shoes and slipping into the lolita maid outfit, then brushed her hair aside once more, "Zip me and then help me with the apron ties."

Kämpfer diverted his glance whilst she finished to undress. He was a gentleman and would not pry to a lady’s intimate garments unless he was in the quality of a physician. His parents had educated him far too strictly and those teachings remained.

After several minutes of wait, Caterina’s voice attracted his attention to her slim frame once more. He smiled at the short uniform but bit his comment to himself. He preferred her face without a pink blush.

“As you command, Eisendame,” he murmured, zipping the dress then reaching for the edges of the apron ties to knot them. “Is it too tight?” he wondered. “The shoes are on the box at your left, Duchess.”

Kämpfer bowed to her and whirled to let her do the final touches of feminine coquetry and slid into the correct shoes, joining Mein Herr on the living room.

Cain pulled his attention away from the glowing screen as Isaak stepped out into the living room. He raised an eyebrow questioningly when he did not see the Duchess with the Magus.

“Where is the lady, Isaak? I thought you were aiding her with her corset?” Cain queried, his earlier incident with the Duchess quickly forgotten in his eagerness to see how the Cardinal looked in the costume he had Isaak prepare for her.

"The pressure is fine," Caterina replied to Isaak, calming as she noted he averted his eyes. Gentlemanly of him, that endeared him to her a bit. Then smiled, "I can finish myself." And sat down on the chair as he exited, removing her Cardinal's shoes and placing on the horrible lolita things that Cain wished to see her in.

After that, she arranged the hair ribbons and thigh high stockings with ruffles and bows on them, then exited the room. "Mein Herr, I have finished dressing." She announced, stepping to greet them once more, all the while keeping a neutral, yet pleasant expression on her face.

Isaak bowed courtly and then straightened his position. It was odd to not smoke but he had quit his cigars on Caterina’s presence. He always felt like lighting one around Cain. “She’s finishing alone, Mein Herr,” explained Isaak, amused. “A lady’s prerogative.”

He sensed the door opening before Caterina announced her very presence but he pretended to only react to her voice. He glanced at her quickly for mere curiosity to avoid any lecherous misunderstanding. The black ribbons suited her.

“Kitchen is over there,” he motioned to his right. “You will have the domain of it by yourself, Duchess. I purchased all the supplies you requested as well.” He grinned, shamelessly. “Good luck in your task, Eisendame.”

“I see,” Cain replied absently, returning his attention to journal. This was taking a little too long for his liking and he was already famished. He knew he should not have skipped lunch in the afternoon, but after what Sunny discussed with him, his appetite has fled. The musical itself was not as troubling as to the fact that humans were being used as pie filling.

The next time he looked up was when Cardinal Sforza, now Eisendame announced her presence to them. The blonde gave her a brief inspection, his grin growing wider as he sensed that the other was uncomfortable. After all, he purposely picked out the said garments to make her feel uncomfortable. “The clothing suits you, do you not agree, Isaak? Black definitely brings out your best side.”

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