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 Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2016 7:15 pm
Zac finished the sketch book and stacked it neatly with the first one he'd looked at before standing and approaching Jer and their host. "Well...that's, a bit ahead of its time?" He said tipping his head. The faceless nature of it made him think of something more modern, creepy too. "I did have one question though, about the paintings." He glanced to look quite seriously at their host. "Did you have a painting, that you hold as a favorite? You help preserve them, and they are all really, beautiful and detailed, and... well, that ones just a bit creepy but. Do you have a favorite? One that just sort of.... speaks to you I guess?" He reached a hand and brushed his knuckles lightly over Jer's arm. a casual gesture that still appeared occasionally from their earliest acquaintance in the police station.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2016 10:01 pm
"You may look, but you may not touch," says Renard. Even gloves aren't enough to convince him to relinquish his tight grip on the paintings, it seems. The stone in the ring is red, its exact type a mystery due to the darkened paint. The engravings on the ring are vaguely rendered. Renard's attention is on Zac. "Surrealism and impressionism were well entrenched by the time Mr. Prividaniye was born." He didn't relinquish his hold on the painting, however. "The work I enjoy best is on display in my home," he says. "It is a portrait of a local mythological figure, a man they call the Enemy."
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2016 9:45 pm
Jeremiah had no desire to actually touch the painting, thankfully, and he gave Renard a short nod of thanks. The ring isn't what he thought it was but it's- Is it who he thinks it is? The detective lieutenant cannot tell but the line of those shoulders are familiar and so are the hands. Jeremiah takes a polite step back but then pauses when Renard mentioned what he did. "... you have a painting of the Enemy?" It was more a statement but it came out as a surprised question. His eyes cut to Zac briefly, the gesture long familiar. Especially since he knew what it meant but- this- This was another avenue of information. Inwardly he was twitching, torn for what direction to go. "Do you know much about him?" Though some part of him wanted to ask about the painting itself. To perhaps see it but he would not necessarily push his luck. Not yet.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2016 8:18 am
"That, must be some painting." He said catching himself before he stared slack jawed at what he'd just been told. "What did he paint this, enemy looking like? Did he paint a lot of local myths?" His cellphone vibrated in his pocket, just a text message but it was enough to make him jump. "Sorry!" He said immediately. "I forgot I put my phone on vibrate so we wouldn't be...rude or anything." He fumbled in his pocket and glanced at the screen. Frowned for a moment and put it away. He wasn't thrilled at who messaged him.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2016 10:19 am
"It's a fairly common motif," said Renard. "For others. Prividaniye was primarily a portraitist, and this was one of his only departures from that mode. If you want fairy stories, that's not my area of expertise. My interest in Prividaniye does not extend to his subjects." He frowned at Zac. "Perhaps it is time to wrap this up. You may come back another time to examine the paintings."
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2016 3:19 pm
They were operating on borrowed time anyway. Jeremiah turned and looked for his notebook. It was picked up and the detective lieutenant raised an eyebrow at the buzzing of the phone. He had not brought his mostly because- Well. Renard did not like him on principle, he was certain. That and for all he knew the man knew the Chief and that was not a conversation that he wanted to have happen. "Would you mind an email asking the names of some others who made use of the motif?" If they were local and painted things of the Enemy, that was. "Otherwise ... thank you for your time, Mister Leroux. I appreciate this chance." The gloves he was wearing would be removed and stuffed into a pocket (not like they'd be reused and he wasn't leaving them) and then an arm slid around Zac's shoulders a moment to tilt his head towards the door. "If you would escort us out, we'll leave you to your work."
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2016 7:55 pm
“I’m, sorry if I offended.” He said and honestly he did mean it. He sort of felt like nothing he did would NOT offend, not that he was making anything better. “I very much appreciate that you gave us the time today, I’d love to take you up on your offer another time that would be convenient for you.” “…Since it was from Her, I’ll just, pass you greetings from my Mother. She just wants me to pick something up and bring it by the house.” He hesitated and then added. “… Maybe next time we can stop by the painting on display; but only if it’s not an inconvenience. I feel like we might have taken too much of your time today already. “…I’ll leave my phone behind next time, or at least in my bag.” He added ducking his head slightly. He might not live with her but, she really did make an issue of him being without a phone since he was ‘lost’ for that week. azuredreams Zac's mother -totally- isn't based on people in my life.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2016 4:06 am
"You know the way," said Renard. He gestured. "Don't dawdle now." There was probably no invite to his home forthcoming. Not after the trespassing and now the phone thing.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2016 3:57 am
"We thank you for your time and this chance." Jeremiah gave Renard a polite nod and, with his arm still around Zac's shoulders, turned to leave the room and leave. On the way out he gave Zac a look, one that said they had clearly gotten lucky. There was no point in speaking, not until they were outside.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2016 8:08 am
"Sorry again sir." Zac said looking at his shoes. Not that he thought it mattered. He wished tremendously that he could have met the artist, but that wasn't about to happen now was it?
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