PD [SOLD $236k - Myk] Auction Card - Yasu O'del

[Yasu (DELETED 10308)]

All of them were quite fascinating to watch for the young man with Asian features and an Irish lilt. The familiarity with which the trio conversed was unexpectedly heartwarming. He didn't intend for his gaze to soften, to become so deeply enthralled by the conversations and bidding war as he had. The interaction simply held such personality to it, that he felt as if he were witnessing a perfect recreation of a favorite novel. It felt.. surreal. Not unnatural in a negative sense, but he was drawn to its peculiarity. Perhaps they were all vampires, or perhaps they were simply so in tune with the world of the night blessed and other such creatures that some of that ethereal wonder had rubbed off on them. He couldn't quite be sure.

Whatever the case, he found himself relaxing in there presence. An onlooker but also involved to some degree, without being too direct. The numbers rose, as his.. collection was addressed. He wondered if the city was more starved for literature than he'd thought previously. Certainly there had been the occasional onlooker to his shop, but perhaps simply a lack of proper advertising had been the cause for such minimal activity. There was certainly not much better advertising than going for such a phenomenal bid at such an event as this, at least. He had already passed out a number of cards, not just to those few that he had conversed, but also to the occasional passer-by that had been drawn by the prices being proclaimed.

Each figure at work was a thing to be studied. The woman among men, standing tall with her obvious adoration of literature. The blind man that seemed to see more than most, who, alongside his companion, seemed to place his worth so strangely high, perhaps also drawn in by the promise of a good read. And then there was the strange, effeminate man, who for the life of him Yasu couldn't quite understand the force behind. Perhaps it was simply a competitive nature pitting him against the woman, but had there not been other bids for which he could have put in such numbers?

Why this one that drew him in? No matter how much he thought it over, he just couldn't be sure. Perhaps he was as much an avid reader as the other two, but somehow he couldn't quite believe that to be the case. For as much as his mind became lost to thought, he found himself staring at Myk in particular, if only because it was his motives that seemed the most obscured. At least the humor brought a quirk to Yasu's lips. Humble indeed. He was so entranced he didn't realize that the specter had become more insistent until suddenly the grip on his anima became almost painful, and a hand was snapping in front of his face.

Yasu jumped visibly, sucking in a sharp breath. His pupils contracted, then dilated, as his focus shifted to the invisible force much closer to his face than the trio of bidders. Amusement evaporated in an instant, and it took all his willpower after being thrown off guard not to snap. Instead, he opted to mutter under his breath, switching to his home tongue. It may have seemed more likely that he was simply uttering a thought to himself, under his breath, rather than that he spoke to an invisible haunt.

"What the feck do ya want now?" The specter laid his head on Yasu's shoulder, prompting an involuntary shudder from the man. "I just want a little chinwag, bowsie. You're so fixed on that fla, ya ain't even lookin at me!~" Yasu had to, with a great deal of effort, suppress the urge to roll his eyes, toying with the cover of his book. "Whist it, wanker. I told ya, not here. Not now," he almost growled, barely managing to keep his voice low. The last thing he needed was to upset or throw off bidders with what might be viewed as mild disillusion. And that was the best case scenario. He only hoped the quiet tone and the use of Gaelic would keep suspicions from rising. He didn't see the dangerous look the spirit cast down on him, even as it spoke up cheerfully. "Only havin' a cod with ya now, no need to get cheesed off..."

[Dhara]

"Minx is it?" She laughed softly and tugged a lock of platinum hair. Myk's hair was always a source of fascination to her. Liquid moonlight and soft as a whisper. "Maybe it would not be so, if you did not keep the secrets of such glorious hair from me." She teased, threading her fingers into those silky strands once more and tugging playfully. It had truly lifted the young Mystic's heart to see him again after such a long time and the amusement could be heard in her accented voice. The young German woman wasn't going to give up with out a fight though.

"Perhaps, if you were to divulge such secrets to me, I would back out of the bidding? However, until such a time I raise the bid to 90 thousand." She paused and gave Myk a coy smile, Do keep in mind, I said maybe."

[Myk]

With each tug on his shoulder length locks, Myk was adding an extra ten thousand to his limit. He smiled nevertheless, shining those pearly whites between the black velvet of his lips. Canines sharper than your average Joe's glistened menacingly in the low light of the club. A little healthy competition never hurt anybody and there was certainly nothing sinister on the Telepath's side, but the more he hissed like a cat, the more fuel would pour on the fire. And he was enjoying this game around half as much as he was enjoying the scene and his companions.

Eirik had earned himself a length of Myk's tongue - the kind of response you would expect from an overly hormonal teenager minus the piercing. Of course Myk was expecting the Allurist to just know that he was poking his tongue out toward him. Because that's what the authority figure's role was in this silly scenario: to be proved right and mocked nevertheless.

As for their mortal, the one they were fighting over like a heavily discounted plasma TV at a Black Friday sale, he had been busy whispering to himself. Myk craned his neck to get a better look, to analyse those deep-set eyes and the colour of his complexion because it was possible that all this attention could be getting to him. Or maybe the mind-reading psychopath had been wrong about his assumption. It was possible. The world was a complicated place full of complicated, beautiful creatures.

"I think it's sweet that you're willing to trade boys and books for hair secrets," he said with a smirk toward Dhara. "Your priorities are very intetesting. I will keep that in mind for when I'm broke spending money on this sweet ray of sunshine." He waved his hand in Yasu's direction. "So I bid 100,000. You're up."

[Dhara]

She laughed softly and hugged him again, leaning her head against his arm. "Boys and books. You make it sound so scandalous. I am engaged though, so really I would be trading books and conversation for hair secrets." At his bid, her eyes widened playfully. "A hundred thousand... hmm I do not know..." She wavered and then batted her lashes at her friend, giving him a sugary sweet smile, amber eyes glittering with laughter that didn't pass her lips. "110,000." She said firmly, then stuck her tongue out at Myk, much like he had done in Erik's direction. "Now it is your turn, beautiful."

[Eirik Loki]

Eirik noticed when the price got over what he had in his bank he would have to bow out. " Guess I have to bow out since I can not go any higher. Maybe though you and I can meet afterwards. We can talk , get to know each other Yasu." With that he sat down in the back to listen to the bid play out. He would give the young man his card later.

[Amaranthia]

115k proxy bid.

[Dhara]

135 thousand

[Amaranthia]

150k proxy bid

[Dhara]

165k

[Amaranthia]

166k