Fabulous Eagle Lord : Dec 08, 2007
From FiranMUX
Garmon sits behind the counter on a stool, watching the shop door open. He stands to give the nobleman a bow and comes out from behind the counter with another stool, "Oh do come in, My Lord. Please make yourself comfortable. Amiana, the shopkeeper makes herself busy with other things as the men talk. Garmon smiles towards the man and says, "Please tell me what I can do for you."
Anzo comes in, floating along with the dandefied walk he has. His cane, an interesting thing with intricate carvings which draw the eye, taps along at his side. It's obvious the cane is carried more to emphasise his dignity and importance than out of any real need for support, and it wags enthusiastically as he walks. There's just something -not right- about the way the eldest Iberik looks today, though. You can't put your finger on it at first, but then you realise: his clothes are mismatched. They're all very nice, mind you, they just don't go together. The old man strides hurriedly up to Garmon, giving him a sheepish grin. "I told you I look like an ass," he says quietly, with a bit of a wink. "I hope only that you can help me find my way into a more suitable outfit rather -quickly-, Mer. I know your work is very good and your time very valuable, and I'm willing to pay you enough to compensate for making my order your priority."
Garmon tilts his head and makes his way back behind the counter, "Well, you have a point in that the clothing is a bit...well, its not up to the standards of the day. Perhaps we can do something about that." he nods his head and says, "Now, wools are not very much I will say that, and it wouldn't take much time to make you something." He comes out from behind the counter with a knotted rope and motions for Amiana to come to his side, "I will need to have Mes Amiana take your measurements while we speak of what exactly you wish to have as far as style and design."
Anzo removes his cloak, draping it over his arm; he clearly has little regard for the piece, and he handles it as one might handle an old, moth-eaten blanket. "I haven't much in the way of a specific idea," the old man begins slowly, stepping forward and holding his arms out to his sides for measurement. "I have one outfit commissioned which will be in black, with magenta trim and accents; a tribute to my family. It may be some time before I can actually get it, however, and I'm also looking for something more..." he waves his hand vaguely. "I don't know, every day? Every day, but damned fantastic, if you follow. I wish to turn heads." He grins wickedly. "I admit, there's something of a small fashion war on between myself, my son, and my grandson. I've ordered a new wig and everything... what I need is an absolutely stellar outfit in which to debut the new me."
Garmon thinks about this and gives a chuckle, "Well, I assume at the present, you are a bit at the bottom of the fashion war." He shakes his head, "However, I will make sure that you rise to the top, how about it? I wonder if you have any colors in mind? Anything you have in mind for the designs?" He pauses, "However, I do see you in a fabulous gold and deep purple accents, perhaps to show the Eagle colors in full flare. Don't you worry My Lord, I will say that any outfit that leaves this shop is nothing short of FABULOUS."
Anzo perks up at the mention of those colors, nodding enthusiastically. "That sounds -perfect-, Mer. Just what I had in mind but couldn't verbalise." He grins broadly. "Yes, and I dearly love the Eagle theme, go with that. With a nice, robust, manly sort of a cut." He nods, puffing out his chest a bit as he demonstrates the attitude he's going for. "I need to show these young boys how a -real- man dressed."
Amiana moves to take the rope about trying to measure the man and his dandified manner. She doesn't say anything, simply moving around him. Garmon nods his head and says, "I can see something in a deep gold base with stiking deep purple lining. I would think for the winter, you would need a tunic, toga, boots, and cloak. Is that sufficient, or perhaps you need a pouch or a backpack to add with a sword belt? I can do as many pieces as you would like, but of course, you should know that accessories make the man FABULOUS."
Anzo snickers at that, nodding slowly. He cranes his neck around to maintain line of sight with Garmon as Amiana moves around him. "Oh, my friend, of -course- you'll have to accessorize. Follow your muse, create a masterpiece, and send me the bill!" He winks. "Oooh, perhaps I shall have a nice jewelled dagger done to wear in that sword belt."
Garmon chuckles and nods his head, "Well, then that means you might like some jewelry to go with the outfit? Something to make sure that you are on top of that fashion war. I will make sure that not only will you be FABULOUS, but also quite able to catch the eye of any and all that see you. Perhaps a jeweled ring for that finger to flash at your son and grandson with a chuckle." Garmon pulls out some swatches of color and says, "I think these colors will look wonderful together and then of course, we will accessorize the items around the base colors."
Anzo looks like a man in a dream as he closes his eyes just slightly, visualizing along with the tailor. All the while, he continues to nod enthusiastically, his head bobbing up and down. "You have read my mind, Garmon, I swear. Such a pleasure to come in here -- you know -just- what a man needs from his clothier." He gives the man a pleased smile. "Of course you realize that when those boys see the fabulous work you do for me, they'll be clamoring to come and get their own Garmon outfits, yes?"
Garmon shakes his head and says, "Well, I understand, and I am fully prepared for that, I can definitely rise to the challenge. I may not be a spring chicken anymore, but I have the stamina of a youth. They can come in and of course make sure they try to rise over your fashionable tastes." he chuckles and says, "I do love to see families coming together in such a fine way!" His voice has a slightly teasing manner as he shakes his head, "I will look for them to show up as soon as the messenger delivers your outfit."
Anzo chuckles amiably, giving Garmon a sly wink. "Of course, Mer, I'll pay you quite a bit extra. A little something to ensure those children don't capitolize on my idea and wind up looking -better- than me." He winks again, laughing. "I almost wish I could keep you my little secret," he says, "but I wouldn't want to deny you the business."
Garmon chuckles and says, "I don't think you could keep me a secret for long. The Lady Xamori has a capital on my designs. She is my sponsor and she so very much delights in coming and getting herself new outfits on a regular basis. You wouldn't want to deny the noblewomen of the city their tailor, and most usually come by the shop." he chuckles though and says, "I will however make sure that you have a FABULOUS outfit by the time it leaves this door." He looks to Amiana and watches her wrap up the fitting and step aside. She hands Garmon a scroll with the Lord's measurements and says, "I think we are all set, if you have anything else you would like to add first?"
Anzo shoots Garmon a beaming smile, slowly shrugging back into his old blanket of a cloak. He shakes his head slowly, musing. "Mmm, no, Mer, I think you have everything right on target." A messenger comes, handing him a curly strawberry blond wig, which he immediately settles onto his head, tying it back in a ponytail. The effect is startling in contrast to his former baldness. "Ha! What do you think, Mer? Be honest with me!"
Garmon arches a brow when the messenger brings the man a wig. And then the wig is settled on the nobleman's head. He appraises the look and says, "Well, I must say that it does make quite the youthful appearance." He nods his head and says, "I am sure it will look even better with a new outfit." He chuckles at that and says, "I have another consultation and then I will begin on your clothing. If you can wait that long?"
Anzo nods, grinning. "Of course, of course, Mer. I can hardly expect you to turn away good business on my behalf." Smiling, he gives a little bow with his head, starting back towards the door. "Thank you for taking on my case under such short notice, Garmon! I look forward to seeing what you will create!"
Garmon nods his head and says, "Mes Amiana, please show Lord Anzo to the door." He smiles again and says, "If you think of anything you would like to add or change, do let me know, and I will have your outfit to you shortly."
Anzo smiles again, nodding his head. "Quite a pleasure doing business with you, Mer. I can hardly wait to see the results!" Grinning from ear to ear, he turns, tapping his way along towards the door and, with Amiana's help, back out into the evil cold winter which rendered his one good suit unwearable. Bad winter!
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