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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 30, 2018 19:20:17 GMT -8
Tilly stopped, too, as suddenly as he did with a few moments of a delay; she had been rather set on facing the Tailor inside.
She watched the theatrics, amused, slipping her arm free of Lekalis's to allow him greater showmanship. And also so that she might skip up on ahead up the steps.
"I never knew you to be one to punish the messenger." She teased, righting her hat upon her head after it had been so cruelly toyed with earlier.
Planting one hand on the doorknob, she responded in haste, backpedaling into the shop.
"And I'm certain I'm still quite lean."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 30, 2018 19:37:59 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He hummed as he watched her trot on past and enter the building, though he was quick to follow her once she passed him and enter the shop's rather dreary interior. It was surprisingly dim, considering the gross amount of colors stuffed into the doubly surprisingly small interior. Whatever scale was impressed by the admittedly humble exterior, was lost amidst a sea of icy blues and verdant greens, to cherry reds and sunrise yellows. All of the colors seemed to glow, faintly, amidst a fog made of mothdust.
It smelled, thankfully, dry, and of lilac and gooseberries. A soft sweetness made sharp with a bit of an acidic sting in the nostrils.
Lekalis was hardly distracted however, as he stepped close to Tilly; a hand of his slipped low and pinched her firm posterior testingly,
"Mmmm, I'm not so sure; used to be when you were lean, I'd only feel bone stabbing into my belly--" Lekalis mused quietly, now that they were within the confines of the Tailorstore.
"-- Its gone from poking too... Slapping." He spoke the last with a cheeky smirk as he made to examine the nearest set of clothes hung up along a line, a rather utilitarian ordeal that was stacked one array of clothes atop the other. All of it seemed to vary in material, and color; no one shirt looked the same as the other, and the details were certainly sporadic.
There was no apparent counter to approach, as there was a veritable maze of clothes stacked high within the building, though there was a soft glow in the distance, of a candle hidden behind several harshly angled sets of clothes. There was a distinct path to follow, at the least, which would hopefully lead the duo to the storesman.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 30, 2018 19:45:27 GMT -8
"I said lean, not..." Tilly grimaced with a wince at the openly salacious talk, and soon enough she was shifting her hat down upon her head so soon after she righted upwards.
Lowering her volume, she continued, hoping away from him prodding fingers into the forest of racks and fabrics and the like.
"...not bony."
Sidestepping behind one stack of clothes, she continued at a hush,
"I reckon you've simply still got those supply closets on your mind."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 30, 2018 19:56:28 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
The Ex-Lord shared a puzzled look with Tilly as she skipped away from him like a fox bounding in the brush; he wasn't far behind as he swept forward, his cloak catching on the odd sleeve or so, he squinted at Tilly as she pulled her hat low and found her voice hushed.
"Please..." He begged her in exasperation, rolling his eyes, though his words fell quieter all the same; Lekalis couldn't help but get a touch excited at the sudden intrigue Tilly was practicing,
"... I am not so simple; I wouldn't bother fascinating myself with simple supply closets without a more... complex plot." He posed as he sniffed lustily after her, a cat to a mouse.
"Less lean and more ample." He added, evermore teasingly as he made to reach out touch her rather lean arms, more used to precise thrusts and throws than heaving cuts. Her dexterity would serve her well to keep her busy when she was stuck to bed, Lekalis knew... For better or worse.
"What about you..? Is your mind still on absent papyrus or...?" He lead on, raising a brow curiously.
The room held a breeze about it, as they rustled about the clothes; a fluttering of sorts, no doubt the moths that made the atmosphere so thick and heavy.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 30, 2018 20:11:01 GMT -8
"Lekalis..." Tilly sighed theatrically with more exasperation than she truly felt.
In earnest, her Love's antics were charming, if not the slightest bit enticing. Though she would never admit the latter.
It was a pity that she was quite enjoying the spell of productivity they'd found themselves in that day, and wished not to let it go to waste.
"I've got my mind on the future only, I'll have you know. Like how we're about to pick out our wedding clothes, for example."
She patted his arms twice with a smile and moved to skirt around him to seek out the unseen Tailor. "Not on supply closets nor papyrus, however."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 30, 2018 20:19:48 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
Again, Lekalis shrugged shamelessly;
"Woe, perhaps someday you will share my mind." He lamented with a spell of exaggeration, setting the back of his hand to his forehead as he trailed after Tilly in her pursuit of a Tailor.
"It would be rather fun thinking of a good excuse to explain ourselves to the Tailor..." He pondered aloud as they wove through the fabricks like the needled that had sewn them.
Eventually, by following the dim light, they would find themselves at a desk, half buried in bolts of cloth, linen, silk and a menagerie of other articles. There was no one there, and a candlestick seemed to be burning low on its pedastal. There was a small bell, rusted and chipped, set atop a set of small drawers jutting out from the center of the curious desk.
There didn't seem to be any chair.
There was a door behind the desk that might've held the owner's personal quarters. It was slightly ajar, and a trail of cloth occasionally twitched as it was tugged deeper and deeper within.
Lekalis stood patiently beside Tilly, taking in the locale with idle fascination, though he noted the scenario before him and motioned to the bell;
"Perhaps we should ring it..?"
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 30, 2018 20:27:31 GMT -8
"You and I have very different ideas of 'fun.'" Tilly hummed, though she already found herself distracted by the very bright and tempting bell, veritably set upon a pedestal, even.
It had thoroughly derailed her train of thought and, Lekalis's words and query growing distant, Tilly simply reached out and impulsively tapped at the bell's button.
She waited eagerly for a response, tempted to ring it a second time out of a childish desire to hear its chime again.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 30, 2018 21:15:19 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Corr, the only difference is the sort of buttons I like to press." He philosophized cheekily as he quirked his crown to one side to peer at the distant door, whose bolt of silk had stopped twitched at Tilly's dingly deign.
Lekalis' squint intensified as a woman opened the door, moving with a slowness unbecoming of her lithe nature. She seemed to only see a bowl of porridge or two more than Tilly, but she looked much less lively. Her dark hair almost looked grey in the way the distant light and colorful articles of clothing reflected in the oily bun of hers.
Stray strands bounced about as she shuffled over to the table, she wore a rather simple getup; much tamer than the attire she seemed to have sewn, with a deep olive green frock sinched tight about her waist with a belt that held a few pouches overflowing with messes of yarn and smaller pouches.
Her lips were thin, and her features gaunt and light; a fair face if she had cared for it, though pimples sprouted about her hair line and along the backs of her cheek bone... It was enough to say that she was either young or unhygenic, or both.
Her fingers were long and delicate, like fishbones, as they pinched at eachother's knuckles. A lime ribbon of sorts was bandaged about her left wrist, and she had a lost look in her grey eyes.
"Hmm... you came to buy?" She spoke in an accent almost akin to Lekalis' own drunken one, but it seemed more poised... A touch of an Islander's lilt kept her seeming educated. She was Greekish in nature, with her slightly curled hair, though it didn't show in the tightly pulled bun.
Her fingers fidgeted over a thimble as she spoke, but she smiled now,
"I do not have much for armor, but... But if you layer them; they can be strong." She assured them in her small, accented voice.
Lekalis held his tongue and waited for Tilly to speak first, considering she spoke the bell... Though he couldn't help but feel a bit at home in her tone; she reminded him of the odd caravan that passed through his fields and set up in the market square... He remembered bronze statues and tomes both grand and lewd.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 31, 2018 12:12:57 GMT -8
Tilly found herself teeming with more and more excitement and anticipation as the tailor moved to the sound of the bell.
She hasn't been in a tailor's shop since she was a child... exciting enough, though consequently that meant she had no idea how expensive it was to be.
...Not more than a house, she reasoned. It brought her some comfort.
"We are." She grinned, with a glance to Lekalis, as she began to drum her fingers against the wood of the counter.
"...Not for armor, though," Declared Tilly, "We're getting married. So we're looking to... get the appropriate attire."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 31, 2018 12:23:22 GMT -8
/The Tailor/
"Ooooh?" She inquired like the hooting of an owl, her head tilting sharply to one side as she cooed and then hummed, turning about to look up and about at the close pressed clothes with some scrutiny. Her eyes were rather sunken in her skull and her eyelids seemed almost nonexistent, even as she squinted into the dark.
"I do not think... I have the appropriate attire for a wedding." She mused sadly, tapping her chin, then shrugged sadly, looking over to the betrothed couple.
"I could make something, but it will take some time... and payment in advance." her scrutinizing squint came back again...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 31, 2018 12:28:57 GMT -8
"I expected as much. I don't think I've ever heard of a wedding taking place here." Tilly gave a jolly shrug and rose her hands to fiddle with the brim of her hat, rather than the desk.
She occupied them with tipping her hat away from her face, in the meantime, righting it after she had pulled it down in the face of Lekalis's antics.
"How much time will you need?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 31, 2018 12:38:49 GMT -8
/The Tailor/
"I used to sew for many weddings... I used to sew for many things..." She reminisced, looking somewhere behind Tilly, past Lekalis with a sigh The Tailor scratched at her mottled hairline with a hum before she cleared her throat and looked about the desk absently, touching it aimlessly before she hummed again,
"... A week, or so." She decided with another smile, looking up to Tilly.
"Though--" The Tailor began, straightening up a little as she pulled her hands back to her waist, fidgeting with her thimble yet again,
"--For the right price, I can see to it above my other orders..." She proposed with a mercantilistic guile.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 31, 2018 13:09:56 GMT -8
Tilly watched with some curiosity as the woman's gaze went as distant as a battle-hardened soldier's.
She thought to ask, but no doubt there would be a better time for it.
"Sounds reasonable." Said Tilly with another shrug and a light smile.
"What would you say is the right price, then?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 31, 2018 13:26:50 GMT -8
/The Tailor/
"Ooooh..." She clucked her tongue, humming with a bit of a playful pitch as she looked up to the ceiling again, tapping her chin for a moment before she coughed and covered her mouth. The moth dust was getting insufferable...
"... How does four thousand gold pieces sound?" She proposed sweetly, the high price, with a humbled smile; though she'd stopped her fidgeting, she could barely keep her anxiety from showing.
Indeed, she perhaps tried too hard, and stood still as a corpse, hands clasped over eachother.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 31, 2018 13:46:46 GMT -8
"Four-bloody-thousand?" Echoed Tilly with a sharp inhale and an incredulous, raised brow, "Oh, come now, is that the price you give to all your customers? That's what I paid for my house."
She folded her hands neatly on the moth-dusty desk as she continued,
"Now, we're looking to settle down, here. That means we'll be buying a lot more than just wedding clothes; likewise, we're looking for a talented tailor with fair prices we can trust to keep sending back to for the whole family."
Tilly rose her hands to encompass the towers of clothes and fabrics all around.
"You've got the talent, clearly, but I don't know anyone who'd pay more than five-hundred for just one dress..."
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