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Post by sven on May 26, 2009 11:28:36 GMT -7
Date: January 8th 2009
Time Frame: 2 AM
Place: Trenton, New Jersey
Status: Open to anyone!
Sven hummed to himself as carefully pushed the needle through the bright yellow fabric that covered all of his large work table. It was a rose that would decorate the dress for Gina Rabiani's sweet sixteen party. Who was also a very large girl. A heart of gold and smart too, but large. It had taken all of his skills to come up with a pattern for a dress that didn't make her look like a complete blimp. Which she kind of ruined by insisting on a color that put a canary to shame. But hey, her party, her dress. And Sven's bonus slipped by her father so he wouldn't tell her exactly what size this dress was. Mob enforcers; ruthless bastards, but the most kind and considering fathers he'd ever met.
Sven had worked in this shop for twenty years and owned it for ten, so it felt like a part of him by now. Dark panel walls covered with designs, cloth samples and pictures of proud (and often quite large) young girls and women in dresses he'd made for their birthdays, weddings and funerals. Along the inner wall behind his back, there was a line with mannequins in different sizes. As you can probably guess, the ones in the larger sizes were the ones most used.
From his spot at the table, Sven could see through the doorway to the front of the shop with the cashier and a small table with chairs by the window. Outside it was dark, rain pouring down on the empty street. Not much else could be expected, since it was nearly 2 in the morning. Trolls were night creatures though, so for Sven this was more like noon. And honestly, he enjoyed the silence. Just sitting here, sipping his coffee and working with a little television break now and then, this was all a simple troll could want. He frowned for a moment, struggling with keeping the fabric in shape for the rose he wanted to make. Stupid, cheap synthetic, completely hopeless to work with...
The door bell jingling snapped him back into attention. Who would come in here at this hour? "May I help you?"
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Post by nuala on Jun 15, 2009 18:01:58 GMT -7
Since coming to the Bureau, the Princess had to make do with what she had as far as clothing went - she had, of course, not been able to go back to Bethmoora and get her clothes, so she resorted to making her own - via her own handywork with a needle, or a bit of magic and spells. The dresses usually turned out quite nice, but she did miss the dresses she had at home, and had been looking for someone to make them for her. In Bethmoora, she had servants and the like to make them, but in the human world, she knew that she would have to pay someone for their services - and she did not mind at all. She did have quite a good amount of gold coins that she had brought with her to the Bureau the first time around, tucked inside that cloak of hers, and still had a lot left over.
And so, she had asked around the Bureau for someone that might fit her needs - of course, she could not go to a human tailor, that was for her. But, the Bureau had a file on a tailor that was right up her alley - while he did cater to humans, he himself was a troll, and catered to mythical creatures as well! Much to Abe's dismay, she had arranged for a driver to take her to his shop - Abe had insisted that she take at least one agent with her, which she did. And, she had to go at night as well, just in case.
The all-black SUV with heavily tinted windows had pulled up in front of the shop and the agent had come out first, opening an umbrella for the Princess before opening the door for her. She wore a robe that cloaked her face and head, just in case there was any humans about, and headed quickly for the door, which the agent opened for her with her thanks. She told him to wait outside, which he did reluctantly, but stood by the door, watching from beneath his sunglasses, through the window.
The Princess didn't remove her veil or her hood yet, looking up for a moment when the bell jingled above her head. She had never been into a human store before, and it intrugued her. Her golden gaze focused on the man in the shop after she had taken a look around - and finally, she reached up her pale hands to pull down her veil and hood, revealing her alabastar hair and skin. She bowed her head lightly to the man, and smiled. "I was told that you are a very fine craftsman, and tailor to creatures such as myself. Might I commission you to make me a gown, sir?"
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Post by sven on Jun 16, 2009 12:06:14 GMT -7
Sven realized this was no ordinary customer as soon as he caught eye of the black robed figure. A slight fear tinged his heart, who could it be..? Then the hood was pushed back, and his heart stopped. He'd only heard stories, but there was no mistaking those features, there was an actual elf standing here in his shop! She bowed her head at him and smiled, "I was told that you are a very fine craftsman, and tailor to creatures such as myself. Might I commission you to make me a gown, sir?"
He nearly banged his knee against the underside of the table in his haste to get up. "O-of course, my lady!" He pressed his hands together as he hurried to wards her, wondering if he should give a full bow, but couldn't keep himself from looking at her. Having grown up among humans, she was far too alien for him to find her attractive as a woman, but seeing her entirely as a creature from another world she was exquisite. That marble white skin, and those eyes! "May I offer you something to drink? I have coffee, and maybe some cocoa, and I think there might be tea somewhere. Otherwise I could call for my daughter to fetch you a soda-"
Realizing he was babbling, he tried to recompose himself, "I beg your pardon, my lady, it is r-rare for me to cater to anyone of the hidden world. Especially one such as you. I would be delighted to make use of my small skills to accommodate you. Did you have any specific type of gown in mind, or do you wish to look upon some designs first?" He really should call Ingegerd, he realized. This was just too good for her to miss. Heck, he'd even tell her to bring a camera!
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Post by nuala on Jun 16, 2009 15:57:26 GMT -7
Nuala was certainly used to being treated with surprise like that - everyday at the Bureau was still like that, even if she had been there for quite some time now. People, even other mythical beings, weren't used to seeing those of her kind - as their race had diminished, and those that were still alive were in hiding. No need to think about that, though - Nuala smiled at him once more when she realized he was staring at her. "Tea would be lovely, if you have it - if not, I am quite alright." She responded with a small nod of her head. "Thank you for the offer."
She almost wanted to laugh at his nervousness, not to be rude, but because she thought it was rather adorable - and was it bad that she enjoyed such good attention? Around humans, she got odd looks, sometimes even fearful ones. But this man, this troll, he was in awe of her presence and almost too happy and excited to see her. She did appreciate that to some extent.
"I would love to look upon your designs, Sir," She answered with another smile, "And perhaps I might return another day with a few examples of my own wardrobe to show you - tonight, I simply wish to know if you are up to the task, and perhaps just take in the company of a creature similar to my own." She finished with a kind smile and slight bow of her head. Yes, at the Bureau, she had Abraham and other supernatural beings - but she had not spoken to another Elf, a goblin, or even a troll in quite some time. Someone that knew about her culture and her homeland, that she could talk to.
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Post by sven on Jun 17, 2009 1:57:53 GMT -7
"O-of course, my lady, sit down! I think I do have some tea around here!" Sven nearly yanked out a chair from the table at the window. He didn't even take his time making sure she sat down before he scurried over to the corner with the coffee maker. There was also a water heater, which he turned on and then dived down to look for tea in the cupboard. His mind was going on in full speed. An elf, an actual elf! Heavens, many didn't even consider him a real magical being, but here he got to cater to an elf, the most magical of them all!
He really had to call Ingegerd, he decided. If not only for the occasion of this, but also because her skills might be needed. His own designs were all for humans, or people trying to get by in the human world. Ingegerd though made historical costumes, which might be closer to what this lady would require.
"I beg your pardon, my lady, but would you have any objection if I called for my daughter to join us?" He asked as he returned to the table, honey-flavored tea in hand and a small tray with some biscuits. She is also a dress-maker, and her skills and designs could also be of assistance in this." This would also be a great opportunity for her to get to get in touch with her heritage. Heck for him as well, he didn't know much more about elves than any human who'd seen Lord of the Rings.
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Post by nuala on Jun 17, 2009 17:54:42 GMT -7
The Princess wished there was something she could do to calm his nerves, but all she could think to do was keep the soft smile on her face to reassure him that he didn't have to go crazy to impress her, she was quite content. She sat gently down into the chair he had pulled out from the table, glancing about the shop as he made her tea. His dresses were lovely, and she was glad that she had come to him - even if he hadn't catered to anyonel ike her before... She was confident that he would do her well.
Her golden gaze returned to him as he came back to the table and placed a tray down with tea and small treats - she bowed her head in thanks to him and quickly reached for the tea. It was rainy and cold outside, and tea sounded like it would hit the spot. She took an elegant sip and smiled slightly to herself. It was delicious. She placed the cup back down on the table though, and turned her attention to him when he spoke again. His daughter? Nuala didn't mind at all if she was here, though she did figure that even though he was telling the truth about his daughter's dress-making skills - he probably just wanted her to be here to see Nuala herself.
"I have no objections at all," She responded with a small nod, returning her pale hands to the cup of tea - not to take a sip, but to simply warm her hands. "And thank you for the tea. It is very pleasant on a rainy night such as this." It was then that she realized she hadn't even introduced herself properly - and she didn't know his name yet! "Forgive me for not asking this before, but what is your name, sir? I feel like it would benefit us to be properly introduced." She added with a small, friendly smile.
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Post by sven on Jul 5, 2009 7:43:49 GMT -7
Sven got so excited over the elf's agreement he almost turned around to run and make the call before he registered she wasn't quite finished yet. Oh, damn luck she liked the tea, since he honestly considered himself horrible with making it. He was a coffee troll through and through. At her asking of his name, he got embarrassed. He should have introduced himself, really. Damn, why did he have to get so jittery all the time? Another reason to have Ingegerd here. She probably wouldn't even raise an eyebrow over a snarling werewolf commissioning a flee collar. Ah, well, nothing to do about it for now. "Sven, Sven Gunnarsson, my lady." He briefly considered a bow, but decided he'd properly just end up banging his head against the table or something.
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