Re: [70k] Auction Card - Yasu O'del
Posted: 09 Apr 2018, 15:10
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..."
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..."