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 Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2016 8:08 pm
The hand was smooth in Zac's hand, warm enough to prove its owner a human being and soft enough to prove that he was a meticulous one at that. Liam nodded. "Y̜͉͍̜̰̝e̖̙s͈̻̬̰," he said. "T̜͖͎h̫͇̙̮͞i͇s̨̹͚͙͎̱̞̬ i̪͎̯s̷̤̪ a͈̳̻l̺͍͔͜s̵̺̯o̱ M̭r̸̰. P̸̹͉͙̼̪͚r͟i̗̬͇̹͉̘v͖̜̠͜i̙͉͓̺̳̪̣d̹͇̬͜ą͇̫͕̻̰̘̟n̸̬͙̮͔i͜y̶e̠̹̳̭'̞̫̣̞̰̺͝s̤̱̜̪̻ w̝̱͈̯̦̞͝o҉͖̺͙̝̲r͙̪̪̘̠͓͟ͅk. He w̕as r͢e͠m̵arkab͜ly̨ p̶ro̸lìfic͢." He looked as though he was considering the statement for a moment, and then added, "A̭̭͈̺̺ pi̘̯̦̤̠͎ṭ̮̱y h͙͕͈͇̥e͇̙̱͎̲ d̜͍̩̻̹i͇͙̳̭̠̥e̻d̥̮̤̞̳͔͓ s͉̥̺̦̤̗o y͚̫͔̱̹̭o̼̗͇̬̲u̫̰͈̗̫̬ͅng͔̩̥̟̮, b̭̹͉̬u̩̰͎͎t̞͈̠͙ͅ t̫he͔n̯͈̝͉̫ a̯g͕a̞i͕̹̖̪n̗̹̭̗̝ͅ, mo̴s҉t̴ gre̛a͡t t̵al̕en̶ts ̡d̢o͞." Liam sounded sad at that, as though the statement had some myriad, personal meaning. "Ȉ̂'͂ͭ̑mͮͯ̀̾̄͗ š͌̓̎ͨ̑̆ör͊̏̅̽r͂ͭyͫ̿," he added, laughing softly. "I̅ d̾̏͗̈́̇͊̚îͮͬ̍d̾̐̋̍̔ͦ̈n̑̃̈ͨ̒'̒t m̍̈ͬͫͤe̒̔̈́̆̚aͪ͌̽̈̑̈́ñͤ̏̀̂ t͆̆̃ò̊̍̿̒ aͦ̏̊l̅̉̃a͊rͯͩ͒ͦm̓ͦͥ͛͛ͩ y̍́̍ͧŏ̌̃ͬu.͛ It̨ m̕us̶t ̢s̷eem a͝wf̶u͡lļy̕ D̛or͏i̴a̷n ̷G̷re͟y o͡f mè, l̸urk͠i̴ng҉ u͠p͏ ̸h͞ere̕." And then, his gaze sharpened, green eyes going narrow as he regarded the teenager in front of him. "W͔h̪̫̪̭͆ͬ̿͛̂̚ā̲̤̃ͦt̴̯̻̻͕̼̖̋͗ͩͫ͊͐̌ a̴̬ͯr̊́̐͆͐̂́e̠̰ͯ͐͢ͅ y͎̗̥̤̅o̔ͯ̈́ͩͧ̇ͧ̀u͕̺ͦ̎͂͘ d̤̭͎͓̯̊́ͥ̊̀o̾҉̖̹̦̰̱ȋ̻̓ͦͤͧ̓͝n̟̼̽̉g̰̹̲̜ hͪ̚҉͕̥͔e̲̰͙̜̳͖͊̚r̗̬͌̊ͬ̑͋ͧé̶̬͔͙̬͙̳͌̔̍̈́ͤͅ?́́͛ͩ̀"
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2016 6:56 am
The sad tone had certainly caught his attention, as was the turn of phrase associated with it. Maybe it was just that he was on high alert for ‘otherness’, especially being confronted with ‘that voice’ – but he wondered was it ‘great talent’ in regards to his painting, or something else? Or… Had he known the man personally? And then the more personal question came. He winced slightly and felt his cheeks heat. “I…was on a tour with Mister Renard, and he got a personal call…he said to feel free to look around and…” He rubbed at his arm embarrassed. Sometimes he really wished that he was good at lying flat out…but even with Pax he’d used a nickname his Father had called him a handful of times. The mundane nickname in question being surprisingly memorable at least because his Mother had hated it. He rubbed his arm and grimaced. “…And I might have been playing Nancy Drew because I found the servant Passage in the Kitchen was open…” He added hesitating. “I …had reason to think I might find something that could help Jer… My Guardian, and … I couldn’t do it… I couldn’t bring myself to look for it, and I just….” He sighed. “…. So now Im Here, guilty…feeling stupid, and… a little surprised because if I found anything it was that there was one more painting by Mr. Prividaniye than I was told there was down stairs.” He stared pointedly at his shoes, embarrassed and… consequently over sharing. “It sounds worse than I thought too…but its just hard to explain..”
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2016 8:04 am
" Tͤ̓̈́̍̓ͤͫh̉e̊ře͗̏ a̾͑̒͛̉ͭrͯ̍eͫ͋̑̆͌ͤ ma͊ͤ̇ͫͫ̿ͥn̂̓yͫ m̆or͑ͮͯ̓̌̅e̔̇ pͮ̓a͋̉̐iͧ̚ǹ̊ͪ͆ͮͫt͊̐ͮ̏ï͋̀nͦ̅ġ͒s͌ͮ̓," Liam said, regarding Zac with a slight smile, "T̈́̎̀̄͋haͬ͌͊̿n̒̀̇̚ tͭ̏ͪͦͩ̎͊ḧ̔e͒͐̏͗ oͮͫ̓͐n̏̓̆̄̇eͤ͆ͤͯ̾̾̍sͬ͑̾̚ ỏ̏̋͒̎n̎ ď͋͑ͣͣͮ̊i͂ͬ͛ͭs͒̌ͮ͗̓p͒̑̓l̍͋͋̇ͨ͑̅åͯͬy d͌͋̔̓͐ͤoͭ͌ͨͪͪẇͦ͛̒̒n̊̈́̄͊s͊t͊̋̾a̾̈̄ͭi̽͂řͬͩ̋̀ͣs̔̍ͭ." He gestured to the portrait in front of him, and then, to the back of the room, where well over a hundred canvases were carefully stacked, narrow edge out, on a set of shelves lining the back wall. "M̑̽y͐͑ h̑ͯ̋͌̎us̉ͨͥ̔ͯ͊bảnͣͩ͌͐̎d͒ āͦ̓͛ͩn̓̈́̒̽d̏͆̅ͪ̈́ Ȋ h͊͑̔aͩͬ̄ͨ̍̇̒ṽͥͤ̉ͪͯ̍ė̐̀̈ͨ tͧ̍ͫ̅hͬ̈̿͗̓e͐͌̆ͣ͋ laͤr̃̇g̔͌͆ͧ̍èͣs͐̔t̑̒̔̓͗̅ pͬrͮ̅̋̿i̾̀v̈́̇a͂t̋e̐̋ c̉ͭͥolͣ̄̑͛l̈ͨ̆e͌ͭc̿̋̍̇̋͐̑tͫī͋̇̉ͧ́ò͊̚n of͌ͫ M͒̇̓̃́͆r. Ṗ̊̆r͐̒̎ͫ̒͋i̒v̇́͆͆̾ͨ̚î̐ͮ̆d̎a̽̋͛̈́ͦ̉n̋ȋyẻ̃̔̐͌ͨ̔'̽̍̈́̎͑sͤͮͬ̅͗͋͊ wͩ̓͗͊̇̂͂o͛ͯ̓ͯr͂͗̓k͒̓̓̀ͪ̅," said Liam. "Wͩ͑ͯ̋e aͭ̑͊̋ͬ̄ͧreͭ̄̚ qǘiͫͭ́͂̊t̔ẽͨ̋ eͮ́̌n͆͌̐ͦ̎̔ͦt̓̇ͯ͐̂̅͑hͣͦ̅ͯ́͂u͋̀ͫ̇ͥ̅ͭṡ͂̍̽͒̈́ĩ̄̊̇̆̐a̅̔̿̊̎̀̄s̽̏̍̾t͒͗̅͛i̒̂̏̎̂ͪc̒͛̎̆̓̚ f̿͑a̓̎̉̀̚nͯ͛͂͋š͒̌̓ͪ͛ öͪ͂͗ͤfͬͬͣ̉̍ hͣ̂͐is̒ͬ̍ͪ̓̐̅."
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2016 8:23 am
Zac –stared- it might have been slightly rude but…that was a GREAT deal more than…just three. “I…I don’t blame you.” He marveled. “The ones downstairs were, well they were remarkable. Two of them at least… reminded me of people I’ve…met or know well.” He admitted. There was one other thing that had his attention though. “Is… Mister Leroux your husband?” He blinked. If he was…then why hide the number of paintings? Maybe they were…personal? “Do… well I imagine it’s at least partially space but…do you keep the paintings like that to try and keep them from…darkening? Mr. Leroux said that a lot of details were lost.” Silverah stuffs fresh bread at you biggrin
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2016 9:15 am
Liam nodded. "H͐̀̃́̍̏ͫe̊̓ i̍sͥ͑͗̍," he confirmed, holding up his left hand to display a simple metal band - too dark and dull to be silver, with a bit of a brushed appearance. (Meteorite. It was meteorite.) "Ré̒n͊͂̄̓̾aͮ̽̎̋r̎ͫ͆̈dͨ ḯͤ̀sͦͭ́ͯ̄͒́ ã̆ͥ̈͊ͤͥ b͐͑i̒̏̽̉̽̓͂t̔̍̀̓͆ eͦ͊̈́̚m͂̀͆̍ͧ̋ͦbȃ̀ͤř͂rͤa̽ͫ̃̑s̔ͮ̿̍ͫ̇sͭͦ̆eͨ̆͌d̅̔͋̓̓̓̐ oͯ͑f́ͣͭ̓ͧ̆̓ ẗ́̂h̽ͫ̚e̎͑̊ͪ̓ͩ šͨͤĩ̿ͩ̌ͩ͐͌z͒̇̾̀eͭ̇̆ oͩͬ̾f̀͂̓ t̾̈́͑ͤͣͣhͬ͗̇͗̄̃ͥe̐̉̽ co̔ͥ͒ͣ̓̃l̋͗͒̌l̒e͒c̅tͭ͗̐́̃ͨ̓iͮ͐o͐̇̔͛͛̎͋nͯ̇͑̾ͨ̚," confided Liam. "H̐ͣ̅͂̉eͭ̋͊͑ haẗ́ͤͤe͐͗̐̄̐̽s͊̏ͤ̔ͭ t̿oͪ a̒ͬ͑̿ͬp̏ͭͪ͂̌͐̓p͌͒̅̓͐e̊ͣ͌ͪ̏a̎ͨr͐͂ͫ͋̚ ä́nͯ͆ͣ͑ a͑́f̉ͬiͥͣͧc͊̊͂ͨͭì̽̌̆ͫ͒ỏn͐ͨͦ͊ă̍̋͐dͧ͋͐ͣo͆ͧ." He took a step forward, edging Zac towards the door. "I̿́̾tͬ́̓̓ͭ'́̍̎̅͑s ä͆ p̿á̑̅͑̏rͤͤad̈́̈̌oͤ́̿̒ͤ̅ͧẋͪ̓̆̾,̌ͩͯ̈́ i͑͊̌ͮ̅ś͋ͥ̂̄ͮnͬ̓͋̍ͧͮ͛'ͯ͒̄t̓̓͐͂͊̇̋ ĭͩ̈ͬtͩ̄͋́̀?" he asked. "D̑̿ͩ̑iͯ͐s̄̑̏pĺ̇aͬ̑̇̓ͬyͦͮ̔̏iͯ͂̒̐͂̈́nͦͯ̄ͧͭ̏ğ̉ t̿̿̊ͭͬ̂͐ḣͤ͊̔̏͐e w͒̒̓̊o͐r̋̀̾̍̚k̆́ͯ ȍ̉ͨͦf aͣ̚r̽t̓͂̍ͮ de̎̂̇̎s̄͋̎t̓ͯ̉ͦ͗ͣŕ̃̾ͤ͐̂ͬô̂ͥ̅̿ys͗͒ͯ̓̐ͧ tͥ̏̎ͦ̎͆̚h̉̏e wͬ̋ŏ̍rͫ̅ͫͪͭ͌k̒͂̒ͤ̑͛ o͋f̊͛ͮ͛̎́͆ art͋̅͛ͮͬ. Thi̶s wa҉y,͡ we͢ ca̢n t̀r҉ỳ to p͠res͏èrve͜ it̸ b̧u͝t th̕e͘ pur̡p̴o͏s͘è i͢ś ͘los͘t͠.̸" He gestured, subtly, to the door. "Iͨ t͒̐̿ͬ̐h̋ͫ̈́̅̃̚iͥ̌̈́̃n̉́̇̇ͬk í̿t̂̓̽ͩͮ̑ is t͗̄̈̎̾̇im̀̏͋̿ͥ̓ͧe̍͐ ýo͆ͩ̍̊ͬ̈ͭu̎ͨͬ̽ r̓͛̓̂̓eͯͩ̽̊̐t͑̍̃ͮ̐u̇ͧ̎́ŕ̏͊̌̾n̍ͣ́ t̔́̿̓ö́ ẗ́͋ͥ͊̾ͪͩh̅͒̃̓͑̏ȇ͌̽ͧͣ̐ t̒̌̒ͯ͗̚oͭ͆ͭ̔̾úͨ̇͗r̅́ͩ̌."
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2016 9:20 am
Zac nodded - he was simultaneously embarrassed and at the same time, intrigued. If anything, this gave him more reason to wonder if the paintings would be there in 'Other' Ashdown, and he wondered if there were places that had records of these other, unknown paintings. "Thank you...for um, for your patience. Maybe I'll see you again." He slipped back out the door, letting out a breath and then going as quietly as he could down the stairs.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2016 11:20 am
Renard waited at the bottom of the stairs. "So I see you met Liam," he said, dryly. "Did I not make it clear on the website that the upper stories are residences, and not open for touring?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2016 12:03 pm
If a blush of embarassment could have lit a fire, Zac's face would have done so. "...Sorry... I thought maybe it just... was a hidden passage thing and uh...Yeah...Sorry." He hunched into his shoulders.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2016 12:27 pm
Renard considered Zac's chastened expression. "See that you don't do it again," he said, finally. Then he turned away, beckoning for Zac to follow him. "Business has called me away," he said. "I am sorry to cut our tour short, but I'm sure you've seen everything you needed to see?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2016 12:33 pm
Zac nodded, he was still waiting for a verbal beat down, and more than a little embarrassed at his own actions still, but apologies only went so far. "Thank you very much for showing me as much as you did, Sir." He added.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2016 12:34 pm
Renard saw Zac to the door. "If you require further assistance, my email inbox is open to you," he said, gesturing for Zac to leave. "Until such a time, be cautious. Not many are so forgiving as I."
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