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 Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2013 10:19 am
It is a funny enough sight that more than one person has stopped to look, and a few of the other merchants are even staring. Ivon is a big man, strong and somber in appearance, from the looks of him someone's bully-boy, the sort that the worst kinds of criminals would hire to guard shady warehouses or to beat up those that insulted them by looking at them funny. He looks grimly frightening, not at all the sort of fellow that should be seen in broad daylight, and yet there he is! Standing right there where everyone can see him in his dark and dusty leathers, shoulders braced and expression intensely serious, going through the wares that the vendor has laid out before him as if his very life depends upon it.
The ribbon-seller he is speaking to is watching him with her mouth open, and seems to have overcome her fright enough to stare at him in frank fascination. Carefully, oh so carefully, he is sorting through the varieties of colored ribbon, even lifting up a folded bit of ribbon that has lace around the edges to look closely at it in the weak sunlight; this one is a delicate shade of pink enhanced by the white lace. He lowers it again, setting it in the small pile that he has already collected, and moves to examine one that is a bright and cheerful blue.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 8:11 am
Meanwhile, sauntering leisurely along the market streets, Yusri seems to draw eyes for completely different reasons entirely! the man is foreign of course, so that is naturally an invitation to be gaped at or stared at like some sort of zoo animal. Not to mention the garb he sports is nothing like what the common folk of Sunderland resort to. No, he has stayed true to his roots of the beautiful, merciless desert, wearing clothes that would only suit for such a climate. His wide, large hood practically engulfs his face, only allowing most to see his nose and wide grin, and the tips of that wavy cream hair standing stark against his gorgeous tan skin. But to add to all of that... the mysterious man has a troupe of seemingly obedient felines following right on his heels. They keep diligently after him, like chicks to their mother, only straying once in awhile for a brief moment to inspect something, before scampering back to join the herd. There are more than 12 to be certain, and they weave through any feet that might get in their way with ease. And if you look close enough, you may see a tiny black ball of fluff hidden under the overlaying folds of his wide hood, a small little kitten curled against the crook of his neck safely, eyes closed tight... sleeping peacefully.
Though the assassin may seem to be paying no mind to anything around him, his attention was clearly veered when he spied the giant that was Ivon, hunched over the little stall that was set out for things of a delicate sort. This in itself caused Yusri to slow his roll, vivid bright eyes very feline themselves rising to inspect the figure thoroughly, with glowing curiosity. His cats had stopped as well, turning as he did to form a beeline right for the ribbon vendor. Stepping up right beside Ivon, he looks over the wares himself, as if pondering purchasing some himself, pocketed hands only allowing one to slip out and pet a few of the silk strips, "Quite a nice selection, wouldn't you say?" he casually speaks, the cats behind him either sitting, grooming, or sniffing around at Ivon's legs and feet, as well as the stall itself. A few even get to hopping up on the edge of the stall to inspect the goods up close as if THEY were customers themselves!
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 11:39 am
Ivon seems to notice him only at the last minute, glancing sidelong at him as he speaks and then suddenly diverting the whole of his attention over to the other man and his horde of companions. If he is shocked, his expression does not reflect that, the only change being a slight furrow appearing just between his brows as he stares blankly at a cat sniffing at his boots. He may smell very interesting to the cats, since he has recently been around several much smaller herbivores ..
" .. yes?" He does not sound certain, or even certain of what he is answering, and the single word is half grunt. Oh-so-carefully he edges to one side away from the cat sniffing at his boots, only to find another one just to the opposite side, sniffing at his legs. Well. This is unpleasant. His hand dips into his pocket, coming up with coins enough for the few ribbons that he has already selected, not even watching the seller as she wraps the ribbons up in thin paper.
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 8:29 am
Yusri doesn't seem to show any care or awareness that his cats are all up in the other mans business, some even rubbing against Ivon's leg boldly, or rubbing their cheek against him. Watching the ribbons chosen get wrapped, the assassin slowly lets his gaze slip over to the large man, inspecting him curiously, "And what might these be for, friend?" he asks casually, as though the two of them have been acquaintances before this sudden encounter.
His hand fiddles with a few ribbons as if he's pondering buying some... though he does imagine they might look nice on a few of his feline companions. Lifting one, he places it against one of his cat's sides, seeing if it might look nice on this one... the cat sits nice and still, enjoying the higher perch that is the stall. The woman wrapping the ribbons doesn't seem to even mind, since the cats are keeping their paws off her merchandise.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 9:55 am
Everywhere. There are these -- furry things -- everywhere. Why? Ivon does his best not to stare at them, though this is difficult; he stands quite stiffly, plainly uncomfortable, as they press their cheeks against his legs in a bizarre ritual that he does not know the purpose of. It is only when Yursi holds the ribbon against the cat's side that he takes a real interest in the other man, staring at him suddenly as if he has just done something truly amazing, something that Ivon himself would never have thought of in a million years.
It is therefore several seconds before he answers, now eyeing the ribbons on the table once more. "They are for some animals I am selling." His voice is flat and curiously toneless, for all his sudden interest. Why didn't he think of whether or not the ribbons matched the hides of the animals? But then again, how could he tell if they did or not? That was something that girls knew, exclusively. " .. they are brown," he offers carefully, as if he hopes that Yursi will offer some sort of suggestion about what kind of ribbon will match the mysterious creatures.
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