Public Of Class and Couture

[Corvo Anattolius]

Corvo did not care to step into the privacy of the shop's booth. He may have been showing off a bit, but it wasn't because he was interested in Juniper. Instead, his lips lightly pursed as he left his arms spread out to his sides, palms forward. Open and relaxed, waiting to be measured. "I'm comfortable enough here to stay, Juniper. It's nice to know that I can elicit a reaction like yours, but I think we're more competition than compatible." It was a nice boost to his ego though, not that he needed it. But hopefully he was letting her down gently enough not to get hurt without outright rejecting her or going into depth as to the why.

Braze

 

[Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory]

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Holding up her hand, Amalia motioned to Braze that she had all the time in the world now, smiling gently as she pointed at the rest of the shop. "You guys don't happen to have a fabric catalogue, do you?"

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

coming into the shop novac noticed some pieces on display, quite impressive work. he'd been meaning to find a new tailor, after all finding good clothes for someone with his body wasnt to easy, and the last one went out of business. 'perhaps this place will do' he thought.

 

[Braze]

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Braze moved to jot down a few notes from his conversation with Eloise Dinn , setting aside a date in his planner for later review. Once he had finished with the tall, severe beauty that was Eloise, he offered a small bow of his head to the new arrival who had nearly seemed to slither into the shop.

"Please, feel free to look around. Any of my assistants would be happy to answer your questions."

There were, in fact, three of them present for the grand opening, meant to help keep the flow of guests from bottlenecking around him.

He turned then to give his attention to Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory .

"Ah… yes, of course, we do."

Braze guided her toward one of the display sections where several swatches had been arranged for guests to see, touch, and compare at their leisure. Nearby stood a full kiosk with catalogued variations of patterns, finishes, and specialty effects available for custom orders, each sample laid out with almost ceremonial neatness for the day.

"If anything catches your eye, do make note of it. A fabric, a finish, or even a nice pattern or color pallet… whatever speaks to you. It will make narrowing your preferences much easier once we begin discussing design."

He left her there with a courteous incline of his head, intending to give her a moment to familiarize herself with the selection. As he glanced toward Juniper to see how she was faring with the gentleman who had arrived earlier, he paused taking in the view for all it's worth. Corvo Anattolius , having doffed his shirt, proved far more distracting than Braze had anticipated.

He swallowed once, blinked rather quickly as white lashes fluttered for a moment or two, then drew in a steadying breath and let it out before crossing the floor making a b-line for the man with a look of purpose about him.

"Pardon me… I shall take it from here, Juniper. Thank you." He offered lightly, accepting the measuring tape from her hand.

"Would you please see to our guest, Amalia? I believe she may appreciate your assistance." Juniper excused herself and moved off to tend to Amalia offering Corvo a finger wiggling wave of good bye.

Once she had left them Braze turned his full attention to Corvo looking up at the man with that cool green gaze.

"While the view is, admittedly, quite arresting, I must insist we continue in one of the private fitting rooms, sir. It allows for a more proper fitting, and ensures the comfort of the other guests as well." There was the faintest trace of strain in how carefully he held himself when speaking to the man in a polite manner.

"This way, if you please." He said drawing back a dark velvet black curtain and gesturing that Corvo should enter first.

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

to one of the assistants "hello there. i was if i could get a nice robe, something for comfort while on long voyages. im thinking, a nice black with a red floral pattern. it will of course need 4 sleeves. as for the material..im not to sure, something soft, not like velvet but just casual and comfortable please and thank you"

 

[Corvo Anattolius]

Corvo shifted, and actually relaxed slightly as the male attendant took over and sent Juniper away, some of the starch going from his muscles. "Thank you," He said, following Braze into the indicated room. "That woman seemed unusually intent on getting me alone, and in a way that I don't believe I would appreciate." Corvo moved with the immodest ease of someone used to being exposed. He hadn't had much privacy growing up on his mother's estate, and even less when he'd joined the Echani military out of youthful rebellion.

Leaving his discarded shirt and jacket behind, confident that they'd remain in such a class establishment, Corvo did take a moment to notice the shape of Braze's back and the lean musculature of his shoulders and arms under the gossamer of the detached sleeves he wore. Another martial artist. "Sorry if I caused you any real trouble."

Braze

 

[Braze]

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"Mnn… I'll be sure to have a talk with her about it later, then. My sincerest apologies."

Braze offered the apology with a small dip of his chin before reaching for a tablet on the shelf. The screen woke beneath his thumb, cool light spilling over his fingers as he turned it on.

"If you're ready, I'd be happy to take your measurements. Are you sure you don't want a scan taken?"

He lifted a small scanning sphere in one hand, holding it up for Corvo to see.

"What were you interested in trying on for a new look?" Braze asked gently, doing his level best to gather every loose scrap of professionalism back into place, rather than linger on the fact that he was now alone in the dressing room with a shirtless hunk.

His gaze stayed fixed on Corvo's eyes, steady and unabashed, as though refusing to look anywhere else was the height of manners rather than the only thread of discipline he had left.

 

[Corvo Anattolius]

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Using the tape would potentially be awkward, and this young man already seemed nervous about being in close proximity with him, unless he was smitten with how he'd locked his striking green eyes onto Corvo's. But having his metrics and measurements locked in some database for who knew to find wasn't appealing to him at all. "I think I'd prefer the tape. Sometimes perfection gets in the way of artistry. And I think that too much perfection sometimes hides the craftsmanship. Don't you find?" Corvo asked, shifting to give the attendant some space. He knew that it was a bit of a haughty opinion even as he voiced the excuse. It was basically a line his Aunt had used to justify the expense of only having handmade anything in her estate.

In response to the second question, he repeated himself from earlier. "Damask jacket, a silk shirt, not red and gold. I don't want to look like curtains. Something I can wear to an event or the like."

 

[Braze]

Corvo Anattolius
Braze was quiet as he listened to the man's wants.

"I hardly think you'll look like curtains in such colors… window treatments come in far louder colors and patterns, after all. Warmer tones could bring more color to your features, though blue would suit you nicely, even if it might make you look a little more cold and distant… Silver would sit nicely with your hair, and blue would match your eyes. Paired with a deep black, it might help ground the colors a little more."

He gently moved to reach up and start with a few basic measurements, keeping his touch light and unobtrusive.

"I take it you want something fitted to move with your form? Something that won't be constricting? You seem to possess a warrior's build, and I can't imagine you'd enjoy getting caught up on the sleeves… We can make them wide and loose if they're made from silk; they'll slide with each movement easily enough. A high waist and breeches will ensure your legs aren't trapped either, allowing for a deeper range of motion… I think you would also look quite fetching in green."

He added the last part softly as he finished taking his measurements.

 

[Corvo Anattolius]

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Braze

This guy may have been young, but he knew his craft, and he went up a few notches in Corvo's estimation. "Yes, that sounds similar to what I'd been thinking. Blue and gold, silver and steel. Silk, Karlini if you have it. You must understand, I don't plan on fighting at formal occasions or in such fine fare, but sometimes requests are made." He said this last bit quieter, weighted with old regrets.

Corvo didn't move under the other's touches, as if he didn't feel them, or was so used to having others in his personal space it no longer mattered to him. "It wouldn't be too much trouble to adjust the fit for a holster, would it?"

 

[Braze]

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"No not at all... I can built you a harness that its tailor made for your frame so your weapons sit just right. I have a few nice materials of r more rugged stuff. " He offered as he moved to open an art program to start sketching a likeness of Corvo Anattolius . " Have you ever considered a career in modeling? You've very nice proportions practically ideal. " He mused.

 

[Corvo Anattolius]

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Braze

Watching Braze sketch, Corvo angled back out of the confines of the changing room, opening the door just wide enough to slip out without having to bump into the attendant, who was apparently also the in house designer. Neat set of skills, he thought as he bent to pick his shirt up and pull it back on over his head. Sitting on the couch next to the fitting area, he thought about Braze's question. "Honestly don't think it's ever come up." He leaned back against the sofa, stretching an arm out across its back. "Would probably rightfully upset the parents." He grinned at the thought, and the compliment tucked in at the end of that question. "Is modeling something you do, then?"

 

[Braze]

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Juniper would see to Novac Lyrikal personally, ensuring his order was taken and his measurements noted down. His new robes would be finished within the month, tailored to his figure and bearing recorded with gentle hands.

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"A modeling career would upset your parents?" Braze queried curiously.


"No…" He recalled Stomme Kleine Kikker briefly and shook his head. "It's not something I would think someone like me could realistically pursue."


He mused on it a moment, imagining what kind of Jedi might do that. Sure, Sergeant Omen was right… playing at Civilian was fun, but he was never really going to be one, was he?

It was odd to think about in hindsight, even recalling the time he had snuck out of the temple and run into Makko Vyres while trying to see a concert like a normal teen his age… That sort of life just wasn't it for him... and thos emore peacefl days seemed like things of the past... He drew in a heavy breath, brows furrowing as a sigh passed his lips.


"I think you would look quite fetching in a fine leather coat," he mused, looking back at his subject matter, then to his drawing, then back again with a lingering gaze.

 

[Corvo Anattolius]

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Braze

He waved the hand of the arm stretched out along the back of the couch, dismissing the question about his parents, asking one of his own as Braze said he wouldn't be able to pursue modeling either. "The scars? Not something I'd expect a tailor to have." He was thinking this young man wasn't really a tailor, or at least not only. He was built sturdy, with well worked arm muscles, and moved like someone who practiced combat more than an employee who sometimes stopped by the neighborhood dojo before or after work. When Braze mentioned a leather jacket, he held up the one he had left laying next to where he was seated. "Most of what I do is in space, grabbing a good rugged jacket was one of the first things I did." He raised an eyebrow as if to suggest it would have to be some coat.

 

[Braze]

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"Well… I'm more of a designer than a tailor, really," Braze said with a soft, self-deprecating laugh, glancing up from the sketch. "I have a lot of talents, but they tend to wind out in every direction. Cooking, baking, acrobatics, fire dancing… drawing and sculpting, obviously. I even sing when no one's listening."

He shrugged lightly, a faint flush coloring his cheeks again as he continued. "I have a very active mind. If I'm not creating something, I feel like I'm wasting away. I slip so easily into that wonderful flow state... completely losing myself in whatever I'm making. The pursuit of beauty and perfection… it's addictive. Sometimes it leads me down paths that are… Rather reckless ..."

Braze let the words linger for a moment, then lifted his gaze to meet Corvo's, a playful little spark in his pale jade green eyes.

"Though I suppose that makes me very good at finding new ways to appreciate beautiful things… or beautiful people."

 

[Corvo Anattolius]

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Braze

Corvo chuckled at the younger man's energy and enthusiasm to venture into different things. "Too many people let the fear of failure prevent them from starting. Doesn't seem like you have that problem." He said in appreciation while judging his fellow Echani with new eyes. "I feel as if I can relate. Living aboard a ship, you have to stay active. Otherwise, routine wears you down and you lose your edge, or you start going stir-crazy. For me? It's about beauty in space. The artistry of piloting while tracking a hundred variables." He lazily waved and twisted his hand as if to suggest a demonstration, while not lifting his arm from where it lay along the top of the couch. "It is... a different type of beauty."

He let it lay a moment as Braze worked. "So if you're not a tailor, but the designer, does that make this your place?"

 

[Braze]

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Braze nodded softly. "Yep. Had too many folks asking me for custom stuff, figured this would be a fun little venture. Temporarily, at least. Gives me some enjoyment in the craft."

He smiled faintly, the thought warming through his voice at the memory of all his old friends he didn't see much any more...

"I like seeing when people are happy with something they love. Something that makes them feel good about themselves. That alone is worth the work."

His gaze drifted, thoughts turning toward the cold, dark vacuum of space.

"It is pretty out there," he admitted. "But it can also be kinda lonely… Debating setting up some place else with more access to locally sourced fine silks though."

 

[Corvo Anattolius]

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Braze

Despite his attempts to stay aloof, Corvo found himself nodding along to the young man's words. "I'm not an artisan, but I find myself agreeing. In my experience giving gifts, I enjoy the reactions of those I'm giving to more than when I receive something. I also feel like I usually put more thought into what I'm giving, making sure its personal, useful, or something the other would enjoy but not get themselves, more than the latest trend or electronics pushed my way."

He smiled thinly, "Sorry, you're not my therapist. I'm Corvo by the way." He extended a hand as he finally introduced himself. "Sorry to say I don't know many silk merchants."

 

[Braze]

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"That's okay… I am happy to listen; But you'll have to buy me dinner first if you want to rest your head on my shoulder or my lap..." Braze purred, his tone pleasant and warm.

"Well, I certainly know where to source some mighty fine silks… even the sort of finery usually reserved for the boudoir," he offered softly. "And, should you allow me, I would most certainly try to drape and clad you in the finest of them."

 

[Corvo Anattolius]

Braze

He laughed at that, "You know, usually I know someone's name before they start trying to wrap me in their boudoir silks." He reached his hand out towards Braze's sketch pad, "You done with that sketch? I'd like to see. Then maybe we can grab that dinner you wanted." He'd see if this guy was serious. Maybe it was this place's thing, everybody had a gimmick, maybe you came here to get hit on by cute attendants and feel wanted. Corvo was pretty sure the older ladies and gents would eat that type of thing up. But if he were serious, well then, wouldn't be the worst fling to have.