Three - Leaf
Blissbun was furious by the time the two of them had got to outside the tailor's, and Roter was praying to any entity that might be willing to pay him the tiniest attention. The blitzchen had reluctantly donned some actual clothes on the outskirts of Eastre City, unwilling to have anyone photograph a centrefold girl in the nude and wreck her career that way.
However, her static instantly made the clothes cling to her. She was pulling and plucking at them uncomfortably before they even managed to get going, again. Worse yet, the angrier she got, the more her static increased, and the more they clung to her.
Roter had originally planned to go first to the small photo store, connect with the owner and see what kinds of things they might be interested in using Blissbun for. Then they could decide on her clothes a little easier. Be able to take into account tanlines or whatever else that might be a problem.
However, he was terrified that she seemed to have forgotten her Buzz Cannon and completely replaced it with the Mortar.
He'd hoped her second spell would coexist peacefully with her first, considering most monchen could hold onto four, or rarely, five. Roter was scared that she might actually be a one-spell kinda gal. Partly because that'd make her harder to deal with, and partly because that meant her spell would only going to get even more violent as he taught her, and he was always going to be on the receiving end.
"Buzz-buzz!" An angry voice ripped through his thoughts, and Roter tried to dive sideways to the ground. It was fairly hopeful, on his part.
The trainer hit the ground, twitching and shaking.
An ugly rubber shoe nudged him in the gut, where his muscles were still feeling cramped and torn. Roter grunted weakly, and pulled his knees up. He didn't really want to get up, right now.
The brunette crouched and poked him in the cheek, "Oh, get the fuck over yourself. I barely fucking touched you."
"That's quite the monchen, you have there."
Roter looked over blearily, and saw a woman standing with hands on hips, in a bright blue uniform. He winced and pushed himself up, "Eh... Can I help you, officer?"
"Explaining why your monchen is casting inside the city limits would help. But right now, I'm more concerned that she dared to attack her trainer." The woman stated.
Blissbun flicked her hair back, "Oh, take a chill cube, bitch. We're fine. I'm not a complete psycho. Nobody is any danger, so why don't you go and fuck off?"
"I am so sorry!" Roter said quickly, and pushed himself to his feet, "Blissbun, you're the one who needs to chill!"
Her tail twitched and sparked and she sneered, "Why? She's not you. She can't order me around. Entitled bitch."
Roter grimaced, "Blissbun... Sorry about her, officer. She's not had a great time lately. We've also only been together for a couple days, still getting our balance together."
"Can I see your license?" The officer looked more irritated.
He sighed and pulled out his wallet, and the relevant card from inside it. Blissbun snatched it before he could hand it over, and burst out laughing, "This is the photo you went with? So fucking ugly! Just like you."
"Casting in city limits. Frequent cursing. Signs of rebellious behaviour." The officer crossed her arms and tapped her foot, "You're looking to lose your license. Have you made it to your first audit, yet?"
Blissbun rolled her eyes and handed the license to the officer, "Chill, biatch."
"Blissbun!" Roter snapped angrily, and the blitzchen stared at him in surprised fright, eyes going wide and tail dropping to the ground. Her bottom lip started to shake as she visibly fought the urge to burst into tears. She flicked her head and stuck her nose in the air, but her bottom lip was still quivering.
He sighed heavily, "She really has had a rough time of things. Learnt a new spell, and got ambushed. Twice. She's not even a fighter. A model."
The officer handed his card back, "I'll let you off with a warning, Roter. However, I must say... You're different than Professor Morgenlatte led me to believe. I am Officer Vanessa, and I received a report that you might be headed my way. Professor Rita also filed a report with me. Not for public eyes and ears, but... I can see what she was talking about."
He stepped quickly between his blitzchen and the officer, as sparks flew. The woman snarled angrily, "Yeah!? What did that fucking abandoning bitch say about me!?"
"Untrainable." Vanessa apparently had a death wish.
Blissbun's cheeks turned red, and sparks flew from them, as Roter looked at her, cringing and waiting.
However, the attack never came.
Her brown eyes stopped welling up and the tears silently flooded down her cheeks with flickering sparks. Her tail fell, and she turned away, walking off into the nearest alleyway, dragging her feet as she went.
"Oh, crap." He winced, and looked at the officer briefly, "Thanks for the heads up. Not so much for that."
"Go." The officer pointed, "Unless you want me to arrest her for wandering around without a trainer."
He cursed Vanessa out silently and ran into the alley.
Where he almost immediately slipped over and smashed his chin into the ground. After being zapped so much by Blissbun, he barely felt the impact. Instead he just rolled over and then winced as he picked up the t-shirt. It was the one he'd given to Blissbun.
Looking up, he saw the rest of her clothes in a trail. Even the stupid rubber shoes that Blauer had given her had been dumped. His monchen was probably having a complete breakdown after having her previous trainer say something so cruel.
Blissbun had cared about Rita. She'd been hurt that the woman got in the way of an attack, to save her. Hearing someone she adored, idolised, call her useless, which is what it amounted to, probably hurt worse than anything.
It was Blissbun's greatest fear, realised.
He scooped up the clothes, and looked around for signs as to where she might have gone next.
Surely it couldn't be that hard to find a naked woman who shot lightning out of her face?
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"So, you're the trainer the professor told me about..." The young man leaning on the counter said slowly, as if he couldn't believe it, "... And you've already lost your monchen in the city?"
"I've filed a missing person's for her." Roter said glumly, rubbing his face. "Sorry. I know you're taking a risk by even considering her as a model... Things just..."
"Vanessa, right?"
Roter looked at the man in surprise, "Did the professor tell you something?"
"Nah." He shook his head, "Me and Shade have had our own fair share of run-ins with our local enforcer of infallible regulation. She's a real pain in the butt. Oh. I should probably introduce you to Shade. She'll be Blissbun's mentor, if you stick around."
He waved to Roter and headed out the back of the tiny photography studio. Following, the depressed trainer found himself beside a small pool, where a young woman was lying on a deck chair and sunbaking.
Her skin was pale, but not quite white. A very slight tinge of green. Around her neck were several dark gemstones, also green but they were so dark they could be mistaken for black. On her head was a broad leaf, but other than that, she wasn't wearing a single stitch of clothing.
One of her legs was trailing off the edge of the chair, making it plain to see that she didn't have any pubes. Not a single hair. Roter wasn't sure if that came naturally, or if she shaved. But he was too busy going red in embarrassment to think about it.
"Shade, come say hi. This is the trainer of our new model."
She lifted her leaf, and cracked open one eye, "Chase? What? I thought we were done for today! I wanna soak!"
"You can keep soaking in the sun." The photographer crossed his arms and shook his head in amusement, "Just say hi. This is the new girl's trainer, Roter."
She looked at him tiredly, "Roter... Weird-ass name. Wait. The trainer? Where's your monchen? She'll be pissy that you're talking to me alone, if she's a model like me."
"She met Vanessa." Chase stated tiredly.
Shade winced and grabbed her necklace, "Fucking racist bitch!"
"Swearing." Chase said habitually.
"Yeah." Roter said glumly, "Anyways... Nice to meet you, Shade. Oh, um... You might have heard of my monchen. She's... Not so easy to work with. I'm hoping you might rub off on her, a little. Help her get back into the industry."
"Back into?" The woman said, lifting her leaf to peer at him curiously.
Roter nodded, "It's... A bit of a secret. But you're working with her. Have you heard of a blitzchen called... Blissbun?"
"The centrefold chick!?" The green woman launched to her feet and ran over to him excitedly, grabbing his t-shirt and leaning in excitedly until their noses were touching and her green eyes filled his vision. "From Barely Permitted!? She's amazing! I have everything of hers, ever published! And some other stuff, too! She's suuuper cute!"
Roter leaned back from the yelling, "Ah, yeah. She's... Somewhere lost in tears at the moment. So don't be surprised if she buzzes you when she first meets you."
"Buzz cannon! She's only got the one spell." Shade said excitedly, "Her previous trainer was Professor Rita, who tried all kinds of things, but Blissbun can only buzz! Even celebrity bombshells like her have flaws! I happen to think the cannon is fucking sexy. The way she smirks and glares at the same time!"
Roter looked over at Chase, "I feel like... This might be a mistake."
"No kidding." The trainer shook his head, "Shade's always bored and lazy, and barely even does the bare minimum... I did try and warn the professor, about this. Shade's obsessed. She's an actual fan. This... I don't think it'll work out."
