makeadeal: by sentbyfools ([Gold] now why would you say that?)
Mr. Gold ([personal profile] makeadeal) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2012-03-21 06:56 pm

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There isn't anything odd about the businessman who quietly walks into the bar and closes the door behind him.

Oh, true: he walks with a limp, but that is not so unusual, here. The limp necessitates a cane, but that is not so very strange. Certainly he dresses well, in a tailored suit with crisp lines and rich, jeweled colors glinting at throat and pocket, but that is not so remarkable, either. When he smiles, it's just possible to catch a glance of light of a gold tooth, yes, but there is nothing of particular note about either smile or tooth.

(There may be a certain curve to the smile that conveys something like satisfaction, but is that really anything to be surprised by?)

He does breathe deep, like a man waking from long sleep, and close his eyes, and open them again with a mild smile, and his shoulders, crooked from long, long years of walking with the black cane, do straighten, briefly, but none of these things are especially odd.

"Well, now," he says, to nobody in particular, each word coming slow and amused.  "Isn't that curious."

It takes him a little while to make his way, leg stiff and steps reluctant, to a comfortable looking chair, but make it he does, before crooking a finger at a waitrat and inspecting it, hands folding over the head of his cane.

Not her style - goodness, no, not with her flair for the dramatic - but something he can appreciate, regardless.

[Tiny tag: Mr. Gold]
mycursedface: (shy little thing)

[personal profile] mycursedface 2012-03-22 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Amused, "Of course. It can also be practicality, though. I mean, not a kingdom. A kingdom is-" She crinkles her nose, disdainful as only one who chooses what trappings of civilization she uses can be. "But clothes and rugs, they are practical. At least for my people. Cities mess things up."

She's not a fan of cities, even when she can go into them with her wings and snakes hidden.
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[personal profile] mycursedface 2012-03-23 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
She shrugs - with her wings, not her shoulders - and her right wing slightly unfurls and flicks.

If her hands weren't busy, she might have flicked her wrist instead.

"Material things can be useful," she says. "And shiny." She doesn't have to wear those bangles, after all, but gorgons really are part bird it seems. "We don't make everything after all."

A brief pause as her snakes twist this way and that, hissing a little more thoughtfully.

"You are a...trader?"
mycursedface: (innocent girl)

[personal profile] mycursedface 2012-03-24 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
He has an interesting way to hunt, this man with the smooth voice and tastesmells of oil and polish and wood. Some of the snakes are peering at him, tasting the air around him with flickering tongues.

"Mmmm," Medusa says. "But what kind of small price?"
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[personal profile] mycursedface 2012-03-24 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
That gets an oddly elegant snort.

"Spoken like a true trader. But what would you count as a 'small price'?"
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[personal profile] mycursedface 2012-03-25 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Gold is not a universal coin in your world?"

Interesting.

"I have a number of objects of value...a number of objects that would actually have a higher price in your time than in mine. I think the word is...'antiques'?"

She grins, mischievous.

"My sister and I collect things. Hoard, maybe. I always thought my cousin based the magpies off us."
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[personal profile] mycursedface 2012-03-26 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
"A collector. That explains the nature of your coin and goods, then. You like the chase of it. Yes?"