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Post by SceneMod on Apr 30, 2010 13:21:06 GMT -5
Pyrite wants to run, he really, really does, but...
...there'll be hell to pay if he does. Whatever Mirage is, he represents the best chance Pyrite has found yet of ever seeing Chalco again, and that... that will have to be reason enough to stay. He straightens his outfit, fussing with the details, as if teasing out the wrinkles physically soothes the internal mental distress.
When he's done, he walks over to Mirage and replies very seriously, "I told you that I was at your disposal."
The jeweller finishes with setting the sapphires and lays them out on a soft cloth, inquiring, "Is that acceptable, sir?" If it is, he can then go fetch that other piece for Mirage.
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Post by Mirage on Apr 30, 2010 17:46:50 GMT -5
Mirage is bent over a gem display when Pyrite walks up. The spy sighs, then cuts his optic up Pyrite without raising your head. "I don't want you at my disposal. I want you to stop being evasive so I can actually be of some use to you." Mirage's tone is much more gentle than the words themselves.
He steps back over to the counter when the jeweler brings the pieces up. After giving them a (surprisingly professional) once over, Mirage smiles broadly.
"Yes, they are lovely, exactly what I was after. If you don't mind, I'd like to see the pyrite and chalcopyrite ring in that case there," he says, pointing to the case which Pyrite had been hiding. Even as he does so, he is turning toward Pyrite.
"Now, if you could please be a dear and show me exactly how my new pretties are to be worn on these...sleeves? I would much appreciate it."
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Post by SceneMod on Apr 30, 2010 19:14:52 GMT -5
The jeweller seems quite pleased to have a customer who know what he's looking at but is also willing to pay without a fuss.
It also helps that Mirage seems intent on buying party favours for all his nearest and dearest friends.
He boxes up the other pieces in little cushioned black leather boxes with the name of the shop in silver on the top, and then he, a bit more slowly, open the case, and he looks over at Pyrite uncertainly.
Pyrite, however, is busy, perhaps too busy, putting Mirage's cufflinks on for him, as if he's purposefully trying to screen out Mirage looking at that ring. He explains, "And so they simply sit just like so."
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Post by Mirage on Apr 30, 2010 20:24:26 GMT -5
"Mmm, thank you ever so much," Mirage murmurs lifting his arm and twisting it to appraise the look of the jewelery against his new suit. Excellent.
Once the jeweler has brought out the specified piece, Mirage takes it and gives it the same type of examination that he has done the others.
"Not your work obviously, so it must be one of the consignment pieces you spoke of," Mirage says, "I must confess, I don't quite understand the practice of parting with one's possessions for something so simple as coin, but then I have never been in such a position." Yes, Mirage is mistakenly (or perhaps not so much) equating consignment with pawning. He turns the ring over in his hands, deliberately trying to place it in Pyrite's line of sight. "It isn't much is it, as far as ornament goes, but I find myself intrigued by the story it might tell. There is something highly personal and intimate about its composition."
Mirage cants his optics back to the jeweler, "I would love to hear what you can tell of this ring's story, if that is not a violation of your client privilege?" One corner of Mirage's lips quirk up in a smile.
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Post by SceneMod on Apr 30, 2010 21:43:38 GMT -5
The jeweller looks over at Pyrite, who stares back at the jeweller bleakly. Before the jeweller can speak, Pyrite explains, "It is... it was... mine. But I needed money, if I was going to go looking for Chalco, and Muller there was kind enough not to just melt it down for the gold."
Muller nods, confirming that much, but he looks at Pyrite expectantly.
Pyrite looks pained but continues, "It symbolises me and her, the two of us. Together, despite the... world. But getting her back is more important to me than keeping the ring, so..." He shrugs, and he looks a bit crumpled, defeated.
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Post by Mirage on Apr 30, 2010 22:17:41 GMT -5
Mirage listens to Pyrite's tale without comment. When he finishes speaking, Mirage reaches out and tries to take one of Pyrite's hands, turn it palm up, and place the ring in Pyrite's hand. If he manages all that, Mirage will then gently fold Pyrite's fingers around the ring.
"Does he owe you anything for holding the ring on display?" Mirage asks of the jeweler, though his optics never leave Pyrite's face.
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Post by SceneMod on May 1, 2010 8:52:05 GMT -5
Pyrite looks down at his hands dumbly, mute.
Muller inclines his head and replies, "Yes, a little." Not the way that he usually does things, but the silly actor at least has never tried to rob the store, and occasionally, he or his sister have brought higher priced friends by, which is always welcome.
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Post by Mirage on May 1, 2010 9:51:19 GMT -5
Mirage merely nods, "Do you object to rolling those additional costs into my commission's remaining price?" It is not an unreasonable request, and Mirage has been more than generous with the jeweler so far. But if Muller does object, Mirage will pay whatever pittance makes up the ring's price.
The spy tries to lightly touch Pyrite's cheek, "I will find her for you. I give you my word."
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Post by SceneMod on May 1, 2010 13:03:17 GMT -5
Muller considers all that Mirage has already spent and intends to spend, and he says smoothly, "Not at all, sir." He readies another little box for it, even though he somewhat doubts that particular box will be used. It's the appearance of the thing. Then, he readies a pretty little brown bag with silver lettering on it and twisted raffia handles to contain all of Mirage's purchases and the empty boxes for the items that he's wearing. Muller doesn't know that Mirage doesn't need the bag.
In another time, in another place, the making of a vow and the giving of a ring would make Mirage Pyrite's liege lord. In yet another setting, something else entirely.
Here and now, Pyrite just raises his hand to try to lightly touch Mirage's, and he replies, "I cannot thank you enough."
He really can't, even if Mirage's revelation of being a tracker and a killer does add a sinister cast to his vow.
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