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Post by Kyokutei Ieyasu on Jul 30, 2006 22:20:22 GMT -5
Kyo trailed after the other man, eyes taking in Seyfi's movements. He was watching the items be discarded to the table. Obviously he ended up interrupting the other's work. Yes, he would've grabbed for anything his eyes laid on now that his weapon was no longer at his side. It was the only thing preventing him from touching other objects. Well, instead of grabbing anything that wasn't really his - Kyo's hands reached out to grasp onto Seyfi's attire, he was close so the bridge of his nose was barely touching the other's shoulder.
"Europe," he said wildly.
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Post by Seyfi on Jul 30, 2006 22:45:16 GMT -5
Seyfi's eyes rolled up to the ceiling as he felt the tug on his robe. It was like being tailed by one of his cousins or something...He laughed slightly, shaking his head.
"Europe?" he echoed as he pushed the curtain to the side and walked in, amidst the clutter of half-unpacked things. That chainmail shirt Yuki had eyed before was still hanging over the side of the crate; he reached over and picked it up, unfolding it and holding it up to the light of the tapers.
"Metal clothing; is pretty big over there," he said as he scanned the rest of the room. "I suppose is smart to think of safety, but I have seen the rest of the suit--the walking part is difficult."
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Post by Kyokutei Ieyasu on Jul 30, 2006 22:56:26 GMT -5
When Seyfi moved, Kyo moved with him. He was mystified with the shop, it was much larger compared to the stands set out on the market. Maybe it would be a good place to store bodies, well; bodies could be stored - couldn't they? Even sold? The thought was vulgar to Kyo, but he still registered it as a possibility. Hearing the unique sound when the chain mail was moved, he took to that. "Metal," he echoed. It was so very different compared to the hardened leather, but why metal? Metal would make a person slow. Perhaps maybe the Europeans were so light that gravity couldn't even keep them down, so they used metal to stay in place.
Of course not, that defies everything, he thought to himself, finding it very absurd.
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Post by Seyfi on Jul 30, 2006 23:07:05 GMT -5
"Mm, yes; I never thought it was very practical," Seyfi said, settling the shirt back into the crate. Looks like some good came from this rag-tag pile of unmarked goods, he thought lightly, picking up a taper from a shelf and guided it down till he found what he was looking for. "Oh--here it is!"
He picked up a small leather book from the back of the shelf, weaving it between a couple more breakable pieces. That Kyo was still right behind him, oi vey, so he set the taper down and opened the book, thumbing through the pages. They were painted, with gold-leaf inlaid throughout the images of courts, shepherds, kings, and the like. He held it angled to be seen by the boy more conveneintly.
"It's from France," Seyfi explained. "Is a calendar book..ehh...I am forgetting what it was called exactly. But it has a page for each day, with a painting on the other side..Ah, I think that is the king there.."
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Post by Kyokutei Ieyasu on Jul 30, 2006 23:20:28 GMT -5
Kyo couldn't really move else where, so he let his head move with the other's gestures. He didn't mind waiting for anything that could feed his knowledge of places he had heard of. Yes, on the outside he disregarded information but on the inside he wanted to see a world through other people's eyes. Though it was impossible to physically do that which is why books were made. And to his avail Seyfi pulled out one. Having it angled only drew him near, meaning he lifted his hand to rest it on the other's arm to suddenly pause him from flipping one of the pages.
Yes, a King. More like an Emperor of Japan but he seem more robust and manly, strong and there for his people. Even old. He also had a unique shade of color for his head and he grew to the fact that the King and him were somewhat similar. It was art like he had never seen before; the pigment of the flesh was slightly orange and not dark like Asians. "I like this," he said, not taking his eyes away from the portrait of the King
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Post by Seyfi on Jul 30, 2006 23:40:00 GMT -5
Seyfi turned his head a bit to catch the expression on Kyo's face in reaction to the book. Looking back down at the pages, he smiled, moving it into Kyo's hands. "Borrow it," he said, stepping over the open crate on the floor.
"I had always wondered if such a thing would ever end up in someone else's hands; I was going to send it back overseas..But I am supposing it was good fortune that you have such an interest in it. Those books are hard to come by anywhere past Vienna; so I am guessing it was stolen or the like."
He turned and leaned over another shelf of assorted items as he spoke; the subject of other countries always kept him going, and on he could go..and on..and on. "The ports in India have a bunch of western stock...not really sure why; no one is buying it. It's mostly the plates and vases..ehhh..mundane things, that ever get sold. The rest gets shoved away...or shoved in a box, and sent over here, for some reason."
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Post by Kyokutei Ieyasu on Jul 30, 2006 23:54:03 GMT -5
Once the book was handed to him, he closed it and held it to his chest while both arms were wrapped around it. He was hugging it for his life, not wanting to let go. Some great Doctor could say it was a very impressive sign of insecurity and that being alone and without 'true love'. He needed no doctors; Kyo could diagnose himself with a far better terminology. Now he was staring after Seyfi with great awe and admiration, not a look he would easily give any other. In fact this was probably the first time the foreign expression came up.
Now his left hand was rested on the spine of the book while his fingers curled into the pages. "I'll buy it," he said somewhat shyly. He never had a problem with business, and when business was with him it always came to an argument that everyone enjoyed. Kyo listened intently to every word Seyfi said, hanging onto them tightly. No one knew, it could be his last conversation. "Really..though, people are made of white, yellow and orange pigments?" he was speaking of Caucasians, much like his mother. It almost hurt to really think about it.
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Post by Seyfi on Jul 31, 2006 0:10:01 GMT -5
Seyfi glanced back over and nodded. "Alright; you can pay for it later, then."
He chuckled a bit at the question as he continued his search. "Orange and yellow? I am not so sure of those, but white, yes. In Europe, they are. I am thinking because it gets so cold up there. It snows an awful lot up there; no wonder they are all so cranky."
Turning back around empty-handed, he went on, "White, and then there are very dark people, down past Egypt, into the jungles. Almost the color of coal. I've only seen a couple of them, but I do have the pleasure of knowing one quite well--lots of interesting stories there."
Seyfi stopped talking for a minute, glancing down at the crate beside his feet almost blankly before getting down and shoving it aside; it had blocked the stairway. Getting back up and dusting his hands, he gestured upwards, saying, "The paintings are upstairs; I am thinking you might want to see them."
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Post by Kyokutei Ieyasu on Jul 31, 2006 0:30:45 GMT -5
Snow. That made a perfect match up to the white people, they were both white. It made perfect sense how the dirt would make the snow brown or black. So, things could be mixed and it was natural because of snow. He was happy to have made the connection; a smile appeared on his lips in fascination of the newfound theory. Kyo could write many things with the usage of snow. "The only sound Is the fall of white camellias; The moonlit night." He quoted his very thoughts out loud, never giving a second thought to what he would say. His attention always seemed to drift. Although the words of painting pulled him back to his senses and he stepped after Seyfi. Kyo was somewhat swaying with his peculiar grace, almost like a living neurotic. No wonder he seduced the wicked into the death. Seyfi was the complete opposite from what he usually worked with. "I would like to see them," he was sure Seyfi had read his mind and probed every interest out of him. Kyo wanted to ask Seyfi a personal question, and he would've - he had no manners or respect to care. But just as he was about to he bit his own tongue and swallowed back, he didn't want an answer after all.
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Post by Seyfi on Jul 31, 2006 0:41:50 GMT -5
Seyfi didn't really understand his response all too well--perhaps he lost it in the translation in his head. Hopefully he wouldn't have to remember it, becuase he probably wouldn't within a few hours...But, the paintings.
Grabbing a taper, he headed up the stairs, waving for Kyo to follow and stepped into the fairly vacant hallway. Well. Vacant, in comparison to the clutter in the previous room--there were still things strewn here and there. Passing through to the farthest room, he slid the door open--pretty much one of the only doors he hadn't already gotten removed; he didn't much care for the doors here--he kept forgetting that they slid instead of had to be pushed or pulled. It was an inevitable change.
"This way," he said, walking inside and stepping up against the wall, to be out of the way, holding the taper's light out. Wooden panels were propped up against the other walls, and some were resting on the floor. There were diptych pieces glossed in paint and gold with angelic figures and saints and the like. Most all the faces and feet were in the same position in each image, though the poses of the bodies did change. It was a style that still lingered from the Byzantines; the gold glimmered under the light--it was real gold in that paint.
"Interesting things are happening in Italy," he said kind of quietly, admiring the pieces as well. "Well, everywhere, really..but this is different."
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Post by Kyokutei Ieyasu on Jul 31, 2006 16:36:03 GMT -5
Even if Seyfi hadn't waved for him to follow, Kyo would've done so anyways. He wasn't afraid to go into places he was unfamiliar with; if he could he would make his way towards another land in Japan. But growing up here made it comfortable and he wasn't wealthy to do whatever he pleased. While they moved down the hallway, his eyes darted from left to right. He would engrave the surroundings in his memory.
Following Seyfi into the room, he stood next to the other while letting his eyes wander the objects on the floor and against the wall. He knew of the Byzantines, but he did not match it up with Greek art. Everything was sheltered in Japan, after all. "Why is it different?" he asked, eyes glued to every portrait. He wanted to follow his finger along the curve of one of the angelic faces; however, he knew that would immediately destroy the art. It took a lot of willpower to not be so needy.
Motioning the back of his hand to his lips, he suddenly coughed into it. With the gesture his sleeve rolled down, only to reveal two golden bracelets that fit neatly around his wrist. Slowly his eyes slanted towards Seyfi, his hand dropping back to his side. "How do you know all this? By books or by mouth? Maybe you were actually there?"
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Post by Seyfi on Jul 31, 2006 17:22:09 GMT -5
"I couldn't really say how," Seyfi admitted with a smile, glancing over as Kyo coughed, only catching a vague glint of the gold hiding under those sleeves. It didn't bother him too much, though he did kind of worry whether he carried such things downstairs...Eahh, no worries.
He knelt down over one of the wooden diptych panels, setting the taper down. Scanning the faces on the panels, he shrugged a little, a thoughtful look on his face. "I have seen Rome, but not where these were done. It is unlike any place I've ever been, at least yet. There's a kind of...ehhh...buzz, I suppose, about the city. It is like everyone is writing and painting and studying over there now. Well, I don't know about now, but when I was there."
He shook his head. "It was a long time ago, haha..."
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Post by Kyokutei Ieyasu on Jul 31, 2006 18:16:32 GMT -5
"How were you able to get to all these places, though?" he knew there was no secret into it. People with money could go anywhere if they wanted, and now he wondered if Seyfi fell under that category. He couldn't get enough of the paintings but the unique faces and the colors, though darkened by the lack of light, made his head ache. Closing his eyes for a brief second, Kyo smiled. Now he wondered how the other even understood Japanese. Had he been here so long that he picked out the tongue? And was he educated in other languages. Even if he wanted to know, he didn't ask. He rarely tried to find out too much.
"Could you ... or do you, trust me?" he wanted to know.
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Post by Seyfi on Jul 31, 2006 18:33:52 GMT -5
"My father manages a few shops here and there...Anatolia, Egypt, Spain, India...It is a family business; all of my uncles and cousins are involved in some way as well. My eldest cousin sometimes stops by here when he can, but everyone else is busy over at those other countries."
He straightened a bit in his position on his knees, looking up at Kyo, a bit surprised by the question presented. He thought about it for a moment, letting his eyes drift over the room as he considered.
Then, looking back over at the boy, with a serious, but gentle expression, he answered, "I think I do; if I didn't, it would be a bit unusual for me to have invited you up here, no?"
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Post by Kyokutei Ieyasu on Jul 31, 2006 18:47:26 GMT -5
"Not really. I've had people do things for me out of fear, but I don't see that in you. But I don't read people, anyone can act," he mused with this for a moment, shaking his head. So, that explained it. Seyfi had family everywhere and so did Kyo, maybe, but he never considered any of it family. Catching the gentle expression, his right brow raised in confusion. He knew he came off as aggressive and demanding but Seyfi was tolerating it. "You will leave Japan one day, yes?"
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