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Post by icarus on Nov 22, 2016 14:00:48 GMT -6
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THROUGH LIFE The sky was grey and overcast, dirty clouds smeared against the smoky backdrop, and the miserable, constant drizzle had sent most seeking the comfort of the inn or other inside haunts. Icarus would have been there too, drinking the day away, but he’d decided to make the most of the lack of crowds to try and get some gear crafted. He was slowly starting to collect enough COL to consider upgrading the junk he was still wearing, but the effort he’d put himself through to collect it made him reluctant to spend it. He’d spent most of the morning combing through the markets to try and determine which would be the best crafter to approach, and had finally decided on his target. Goryo was, admittedly, not the sort of person he’d anticipated choosing. He’d wanted some young, idealistic child, perhaps pretty and easily flustered with honeyed compliments, and instead he’d got. Well. Nobody was calling Goryo pretty any time soon. He had, unfortunately, been assured that the guy was the best, which left him with little option to hope the guy was receptive to friendly conversation. Used to people reacting to him favourably, Icarus was still reasonably confident he could wrangle a commission. Approaching the other man, pretending he hadn’t been lingering on the outskirts for the last few minutes, he plastered on a charming smile and made his entrance. “Hey, are you busy? I’m a massive fan of your work.”Vain as he was, the aesthetic appeal of the gear was almost as important to Icarus as the stats.
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Post by goryo on Nov 22, 2016 15:58:37 GMT -6
 毒食わば皿まで | [attr="class","oh"]He still wasn't used to sleeping at 'normal' hours. Sleeping was a bit easier for him, but he still had the issue of figuring out when doing that was actually a good idea. He only spent a few hours, not knowing what to do with the extra hours that he usually didn't get. He easily psyched himself out of the sleep without realizing it, so it was no surprised to find the dark skinned male casually napping at his stall.
Granted he knew better than to actually fall asleep in public, he couldn't help but close his eyes at least. Making it look like he wasn't really paying attention to the world, when he was just listening. With an elbow propped on his display table, cheek resting in his hand, the dark skinned male was heavily leaned to the side. Legs sprawled out in the chair with one arm laying lazily on his lap.
He barely payed attention to the people around him, only responding when he registered that people were talking in his direction. For the most part, the day was rather lazy and silent. The chammering of people passing by and talking becoming white noise to the tailor. He only barely made any indication when a man spoke in his direction.
“Hey, are you busy? I’m a massive fan of your work.”
Not even opening his eyes to see who exactly was talking to him. He remained silent for a moment, to make sure no one else would respond before opening his mouth to speak.
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Post by icarus on Nov 22, 2016 16:47:05 GMT -6
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THROUGH LIFE Well. He’d had better starts to conversations, though at least he’d been graced with a response. Attempts at convincing other players – normally those far above him in level and gear – to help him had occasionally fallen entirely flat, and some had ignored his attempts at conversation entirely. He could work with a reluctant question. Given the man still had his eyes closed, Icarus didn’t even bother to hide his obvious study of both stall and owner. The pieces he had for sale were certainly nice, though he was well aware they would cut heavily into his current savings. He reached down and dragged a finger along a particularly nice section of embroidery, appreciating the aesthetic. “I’m Icarus,” he started again, unwilling to give up his attempt to foster some camaraderie between them. “I want to commission you to make me something.”Maybe if he introduced the concept of money, the crafter would be more interested. Everyone wanted more COL, right? His gaze slipped, considering, to the man instead, shamelessly appreciating the body as well.
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Post by goryo on Nov 22, 2016 17:17:11 GMT -6
 毒食わば皿まで | [attr="class","oh"]There was a brief pause from the other, taking that bit of silence as a moment to just enjoy himself. The sound of something being dragged along a fabric catching his ears before hearing the man finally speak up again.
So he wanted to commission something from him. No fucking duh. He couldn't think of any other reason to approach him, but he had to always at least ask first. Adjusting his position in the chair, he gave out a light sigh. One eye cracking open to half-liddedly look at the other, catching the man's gaze.
He sighed again and closed his eyes. Slowly pushing away from the table to sit up more straight in his chair, eyes opening to stare at the blonde before him. Doing a quick up and down on the man's clothes before returning his gaze on the man's face.
" As long as you can pay, I'll make you whatever you want. " he responded, taking a moment to stretch his muscles before standing up. His arms came to rest crossed over his torso. Legs spread apart to stand shoulder width apart.
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Post by icarus on Nov 22, 2016 17:32:43 GMT -6
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THROUGH LIFE Oops. Aware that he’d been caught looking but not embarrassed, Icarus simply smirked in retaliation, appreciating the subtle shift of muscles as the man stretched and got to his feet. He hadn’t quite realised how short the other was when he’d been lying down, though Icarus had always enjoyed looking down on others. “I’ve got the money,” he promised, hoping it was true. “But I want you to design me something, not just make it. It’s why I came to you. You’ve got a reputation for making beautiful things.”He was unsure whether to push the flirtation further. The other man had caught him looking and didn’t seem bothered by it, but he didn’t want to ruin his chance at decent gear by pushing his luck. Pretty guy, sure, but Icarus preferred the allure of material items. He slid a hand down to lazily grip his hip as he opened up his posture in response to the other’s defensive body language, hoping to tempt out a more friendly reaction.
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Post by goryo on Nov 22, 2016 17:48:01 GMT -6
毒食わば皿まで | [attr="class","oh"]Smug. Relaxed. In control. The man's subtle manipulative actions didn't go on deaf ears. He wasn't the first and never will be the last to try those sort of things on him, but Goryo didn't react or speak up on it. For some, it was almost a natural inclination to do what it took to get what they wanted. In this case, he figured the man just really wanted him to make clothes for him
He nodded his head at the man's words. Beautiful things. That he could do. Despite the terrible state of his own clothing at the moment, Goryo did appreciate beautiful and good looking things. He had just been so busy with doing other's commissions he had placed his own clothing on the back burner. Perhaps that was the mark of a true aficionado.
The dark skinned male continue to remain unaffected by the actions and words of the blonde, not even making inclination that the open posture of the other made him more friendlier.
" Beauty can be interpreted differently to others, what exactly do you have in mind that would be considered beautiful? "
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Post by icarus on Nov 23, 2016 1:43:00 GMT -6
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THROUGH LIFE He still wasn’t making any headway. Irritating. Icarus considered himself, by most standards, an attractive person, so he was always surprised when he failed. “I’m not sure,” he admitted, quite aware that his own creative skills were rather lacking. He was far better at appreciating beauty than creating it. “Something elegant. Whites and golds, brown, maybe red. Fur trim on the cloak would be nice.”
Extremely vague and probably very unhelpful to the other man, but Icarus hadn’t really investigated crafting in the game yet and wasn’t even aware what could be done. “I’m more interested in hearing what you’d suggest, honestly,” he purred, taking another step closer and tilting his head, considering. “You’re the artist here.”
Funny how someone could be capable of making such pretty things, and yet wear such awful garments themselves. Maybe that was why he wasn’t reacting to Icarus’s subtle overtures: no taste at all.
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Post by goryo on Nov 24, 2016 17:35:40 GMT -6
毒食わば皿まで | [attr="class","oh"]A hand reached up to press fingers against a pair of lips, golden hued eyes watching the blonde intently. Elegant. Whites and golds, brown...maybe red. Several clothing choices spun through the dark skinned male's mind, but yet when the man said fur trim it took a few moments of repeating that in his head to really wrap the idea in his head. Fur, no that didn't seem right.
He mulled over the idea, barely paying attention to the man purr in his direction, taking another step towards him with a canted head. Goryo canted his head in return, eyes glossed over in thought before sharpening to put his attention back on the other.
" Feather. " he gave a nod, returning his arm to cross over his body. A foot pulling back to rest behind the other.
" You're more of a white peacock than a white lion. " he tilted his head to the other side, he pulled his bottom lip in his mouth and licked it. Yes, a white peacock indeed. His eyes trailed down for a moment as his thoughts caught his attention before look back up at the blonde.
" I'll start working on it. Do you have a preference for clothe or leather? Any stats in mind? " he began pulling away from the blonde, turning around to make his way back to his chair and table. A hand skimming the surface of the table as he continued thinking about clothing choices.
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Post by icarus on Nov 25, 2016 13:56:37 GMT -6
| | “Feathers?” The note of uncertainty coloured the timbre of his voice, unable to picture anything that wasn’t some carnival monstrosity. He glanced down at the table of wares to try and assure himself it was fine; the man clearly had good taste, so maybe the suggestion wasn’t entirely ludicrous. Fine. He’d try it. Worst came to pass, he could always try and remove them. “Well, if you’re certain.”
Satisfaction bloomed as the man finally copied him. Thawing, or just so lost in imagining the commission that his body was working in automatic? Either way, it was a small success. His gaze lingered on the man’s lip as he sucked on it absently, briefly entertaining what else he’d like to do it. Maybe he’d come back later and try his luck when he didn’t require the man’s services in an entirely different way.
“Leather, I think. STR, oh and DEX, and maybe CON too.” The uncertainty probably made him an annoying customer, but he was still too uncertain on what he wanted to do to commit to one thing too strongly.
He followed, half a step behind, as the other man attempted to move away from him, and peered curiously over his shoulder. “Do you think that would work?”
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Post by goryo on Dec 2, 2016 13:37:18 GMT -6
毒食わば皿まで | [attr="class","oh"]He noted the slight uncertainty in the man's voice at the proposition of feathers. Yet, he didn't say no to the idea, seeming to trust Goryo with that. He scrunched his nose for a moment in thought before coming to a stop, his hand still grazing the surface of the table. He listened idly to the man's request, showing that he had no idea what he wanted in terms of stats.
He snorted for a moment before opening his mouth to respond. Only to close it as he felt the man close the distance between the two to peer over his shoulder. Goryo glanced over his shoulder to watch the man with half-lidded eyes, a slight frown gracing his features before he returned his attention to the table.
" Leather then. " It provided good ample amounts of strength and dexterity, and just a little constitution to keep the man alive. Maybe. Depending on who he pissed off with his obnoxious manners.
Turning around, he moved his hand to try to place it on Icarus' chest to give him a little push to make room for himself.
" Give me a moment to think on it and I'll have your clothes ready. " he said in a monotonous voice.
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Post by icarus on Dec 4, 2016 6:29:42 GMT -6
| | He was surprised when the other player turned around, hand splayed on his chest as he pushed Icarus back a few steps. Right. Even Icarus wasn’t arrogant enough to believe his allure was strong enough to make the taciturn crafter jump him in the streets, so he allowed himself to be ejected from the other man’s personal space.
It didn’t mean he was no longer interested in seeing what was happening, though the reality seemed pretty dull. Whatever. While he was curious about what the other man had planned, he would always find out when it was finished, and it seemed the other had no interest in Icarus hanging around and getting in the way. “Er, do you want me to pay now, or when I pick it up? Or a deposit maybe?” He had absolutely no idea how crafting stuff worked in this game, or the social conventions that had developed around it.
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Post by goryo on Dec 6, 2016 15:16:20 GMT -6
毒食わば皿まで | [attr="class","oh"]It's not that he didn't want Icarus around, he just didn't want the man hanging all over him. He would hate for anyone to get the impression that he was interest in Icarus and he didn't want that ever getting around to Otsuki. Not that he had any worries about him thinking he was cheating on him, but he didn't want his customer getting jumped by the man for even breathing near him. Because he would.
" You'll pay once it's done. " He said, taking hold of his chair and dragging it deeper into his own stall. Towards the other small table, setting the chair down before taking a seat in it. Opening his menu up, he began taking out five sets of worn leather. The items materializing in his hands, he accessed his menu once more to glance at the tailoring skill. Taking a moment to think before pressing to activate it. With a bright light, a needle appeared in his hand and he began working on the first set.
Making the motion of sewing carefully and articulately, a bright thread shone in place of where he made the motions. After a minute or two of working on the object, it finally began glowing a bright vibrant rainbow colour before exploding into pixilated pieces to reveal the first set to the armour. The gloves.
It took him quite a bit time before he finally got all the pieces made, each time taking longer as he had to sit for a moment thinking on it before starting. Each item was carefully laid out on the table to display their qualities. The final piece exploding in pixilation to hum in his hand for a moment before he placed it on the table.
Three of the pieces didn't turn out as well as he had hoped, so he merely just re-done them in that moment. Taking him longer than he had anticipated. He glanced over towards the area he last thought Icarus was, to see if he was still there. Bored out of his mind, or having left to come back again later.
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