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Post by Kitty on Nov 12, 2008 0:58:02 GMT -5
 Morpheus was in the Capital today to check in on an item that he'd special ordered weeks ago and was getting rather impatient to receive. A certain otter's birthday was coming up and he didn't want to be the one without a gift, well ... one that he could wrap anyhow. But it was still to early for the shop to even be opened so he'd decided to stop and get a bite to eat at a delightful little cafe he'd been taken to in the past. It was a nice morning, a little on the cool side but definitely nothing that would keep him from sitting outside and sipping his juice. He had a paper in hand but really ... current events just weren't interesting right now. No ... the sun felt far to good soaking into his hair and fur and eventually his closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, resting it against the rail so he wouldn't fall ... the definitely didn't sound like a good idea. He really didn't want to have to sit and stroke a bruised ego, not today. |
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Post by Bee on Nov 12, 2008 1:34:30 GMT -5
 Iphis had decided to take a very restful break from shopping. Technically speaking, he really didn't need anymore muslin, as his Workroom of Death was littered with it (and multiple piles of other fabrics in a delightful array of colors) but there had been a sale at his favorite little store and--well. That was that. He had doubled his supply of muslin. He was quite content to sit quietly by the window and sip at a cup of tea (with honey; the only way to have tea), until he saw a very interesting character. Bedecked with ribbons. It was not often that Iphis saw someone with his own appreciation for flowing accessories. On a whim, he got up, leaving his purchases at the table (nearby customers would look out for them, he was sure; they all looked friendly enough), and made his way over to the reclining Lowlander. "Good morning!" he said cheerfully. "You have very nice hair." |
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Post by Kitty on Nov 12, 2008 1:46:02 GMT -5
He wasn't really expecting anyone to come up and talk to him and when he heard a voice nearby ... well it did make him jump a bit. Luckily for him the railing kept him from falling over, and the compliment kept him from getting angry. He was the type of guy where flattery could get you rather far and it made him grin, his hair was one of the things he prided himself on most.
Mmm... thank you.
The lid over one emerald orb lifted slowly, taking in the feminine male's, or at least ... the voice sounded vaguely masculine, white fur, followed by the pale colors. Well wasn't that pretty? He made the decision then to actually acknowledge the Heart and placed all four legs of the chair down on the ground and opening his other eye. It was about then that he was glad he hadn't grabbed his glass to take another drink cause he definitely would have choked on it.
His eyes widened a bit as he out right stared at the wings that were attached to the ... mixes back, the fur along the back of his neck bristling. That was .... gads ... he wasn't quite sure how to describe them and for a moment his uncertainty was reflected in his voice.
I ... hi .... |
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Post by Bee on Nov 13, 2008 0:56:49 GMT -5
The Lowlander, following his moment of startlement, was staring at him with some degree of uncertainty and perhaps fearfulness, and Iphis immediately attributed it to a hesitant nature, not knowing what else could possibly be the issue.
He felt a little bad about approaching him; this man was clearly very shy. His rather overactive and over-sympathetic imagination conjured up all kinds of loneliness (wandering through cold streets in the pouring rain, clearly, perhaps crying a little bit) and friendlessness (perhaps he didn't even have dolls or a boyfriend for comfort) and hopelessness (not a lot of people were kind to Lowlanders, and people like his father outright hated them), and felt even worse. He felt the sudden urge to stay with him and talk to him and be his friend.
"Hi," he returned, giving his teacup-holding hand a small friendly wave. "I was just wondering if I could eat breakfast with you. Dining by myself isn't very fun."
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Post by Kitty on Nov 13, 2008 10:39:31 GMT -5
Iphis' creative assumption of his personality was quite possibly the farthest thing from the truth. He'd never spent a night out in the cold much less the rain, he could only ever recall crying once since he was but a small child, and he not only had a delightful little boyfriend that would do just about anything to make him happy, he had a lover in his basement as well. Well, maybe it wasn't all off ... did he really have any friends? Osias didn't count, he was his mother after all, he hadn't seen Hadrian in years and Mia, handsome, perfect Mia hated him with a deeply burning hatred. But that was the farthest thing from his mind.
He stayed quiet for a moment and stared at those wings a bit more before clearing his throat and fixing his gaze on the other's face .... that was safe, right? Not entirely, no, he had .... feeler's to. What .... the hell?
His ears swiveled forward when he was asked something ... and he very nearly said no ... but underneath the unshakable fear he felt toward those utterly disgusting mutations, there was a nagging curiosity and, well ... agreement. dining alone was pretty boring. He bit his tongue to keep from sighing as he nodded, keeping his voice soft for now.
Alright, sure.
Well .... if he was going to be eating with the thing now he might as well know what to call it. He cleared his throat again and curled his tail around one of the chair legs.
I'm ... Morpheus. And you? |
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Post by Bee on Nov 13, 2008 15:00:09 GMT -5
The Lowlander--Morpheus, which filled Iphis with the odd urge to start giving him weird titles like Lord Shaper or something--still seemed to have a strange air about him, like something wasn't quite sitting right. Iphis looked at him curiously. He was probably uncomfortable around new people, but Iphis was not quite used to people being uncomfortable around him. So not used to it, in fact, that in most cases he doubted he would even recognize such a thing.
"Iphis," he said, pulling up a chair. (It was probably the most appropriate name Mom had given to any of her children; Eir--mercy--and Vishne--protector of the universe--had probably been the most glaring misnomers, and the names seemed now like very amusing jokes.) "Very pleased to meet you. Would you mind if I asked where you found your clothes? I haven't met many people with a fondness for the cravat."
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Post by Kitty on Nov 13, 2008 18:29:07 GMT -5
This creature, this ... Iphis wasn't outright threatening. In fact he was probably the least intimidating card he'd ever run across, but he was still unnerving even if those wings of his were just as pretty as they were frightening. He couldn't be entirely sickened by them now that he saw them in the light. They looked .... almost like glass and that was extremely interesting, he loved glass in any shape or form. He'd just have to focus on that and maybe, just maybe, he could get through this little breakfast without embarrassing himself. And, well .... asking about his clothes was a good way to distract him.
I had to go through several designer's and get them made to my own taste. Most of them scoffed at the idea of purple and refused, claiming they couldn't make anything nice for a man with that specific color ... I put a lot of research into it ... I like the little bit of elegance the cravat and the ends of the sleeves give.
He lifted up a wrist to show off the matching, somewhat frilled nature of the slightly longer sleeves of his under shirt. The silver buttons were also a touch of his own personal flare ... he rather liked silver, which was precisely why it was integrated in the decor of his home in Corvistowne.
Not many people pay them any mind ... you've got quite the eye.
The grip he had on the chair leg with his tail loosened and it's tip started to twitch every now and again with interest. |
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Post by Bee on Nov 13, 2008 18:57:40 GMT -5
Iphis himself was quite fond of the violet end of the spectrum. Light orchid, to be specific. He figured it was some kind of Gardens-heritage holdover (he himself had deplorably little purple about his person, but the happy pink about made up for it), and the shade made its way into many of his doll dresses (Clara was currently dressed in a lovely lilac and periwinkle number). Mo had to have pretty good taste, as an apparent admirer of both purple and ruffles.
"I like to keep track of that sort of thing," he said, stirring his tea absently with a spoon. Observing people and their unique fasion ideas was actually a pretty decent way to get ideas for nice decorative touches; it was really amazing how weird little things could get incorporated into a design. "I design and make clothes and the like, among other things." Too bad he wasn't wearing one of his dresses that day; he could have shown Mo first-hand.
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Post by Kitty on Nov 13, 2008 20:39:17 GMT -5
Is that so?
He reached out and grabbed his glass, in it a darkly colored juice, probably something along the lines of a tasty blend of grape, cranberry and blueberry, and took a sip before tapping a couple of his white claws against it. A clothing designer eh? Well then, he'd justh ave to give this... Iphis a small test wouldn't he? He placed the glass on the table once more and reached up, grabbing the end of the ribbon in his hair and giving it a sharp tug so that the bow not only came undone but the peice of fabric was pulled away as well. Not only that but all that pretty green hair of his fell free and rested somewhere past his shoulder's and giving him a more.. .feminine look as well.
He grinned, his tiny, needle sharp fangs just visible as he handed the ribbon to the mix across from him.
Well then ... what kind of fabric is this? |
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Post by Bee on Nov 13, 2008 22:57:52 GMT -5
He let go of the spoon and accepted the ribbon. Iphis was usually buried in so much fabric that he would be able to tell what something was if he were blind, and this was no exception. Especially since he happened to like this particular material quite a bit, when he could get his hands on it.
"Silk!" he pronounced, a moment later, and handed the ribbon back to Morpheus. "Good quality stuff, too. Very nice choice; very classy. My mother told me that it's frowned upon by some Gardens women for men to wear silk; she says the idea is that they're clawing desperately at the femininity they didn't get at birth and that it's all very pathetic." He sipped at his tea, then shook his head with an apologetic smile. Iphis himself would probably be stoned if he went back to the Gardens and actually told people that technically he wasn't a woman. "They're a little bit strange about some things."
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