[ Ah yes, Ibuki. Welcome to Ebony Threads. The storefront itself isn't as much of a clothing store as it is an art gallery with a few mannequins sporting black snakeskin crop tops and skirts embellished with a natural skull pattern that is a little too out of season. Another is a bedazzled sequined werewolf-skin winter coat, and last but not least is a kelpie fringe jacket and boots ala an Old Western.
The walls in the storefront are plastered wall to wall in hanging paintings featuring price tags. There are dozens, featuring monsters and landscaping of the Ryslig proper. Manticores impaling victims on their tails, lovingly detailed harpies preening each and every feather, so many different monsters-- there are two above the desk on the wall: One of a silver and black mermaid with piercing gold eyes, and a purple and gold gargoyle tearing up shingles off of a roof as he runs, poised to jump and take flight. Every painting looks like it it will jump off the canvas. Gorgeous, and real. ]
Coming. [ A voice calls from the back room. Whatever Ibuki is expecting has probably been blown out of the water because the first thing she is going to hear is the sliding of something across the floor that is just so very not natural. Like leather running over the floor with a weight. What comes into view is most certainly a naga. Half-man, half-snake, all black and white down his back with white bands over the black ones. He has an elegant air about him with his dainty-looking claws done up with gold rhinestones and his fingers holding a wine glass filled with a black ooze. He is wearing a high-collared sweater with gold and silver chains draped around his neck and shoulders. A bigger piece around his neck falls regally over his chest sporting skulls and crucifixes. Little crucifixes hang on chains from each ear.
He's... Something. ]
Ibuki... [ He sizes her up. ] It's a pleasure to meet you. I am an artist in my spare time. What do you think?
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The walls in the storefront are plastered wall to wall in hanging paintings featuring price tags. There are dozens, featuring monsters and landscaping of the Ryslig proper. Manticores impaling victims on their tails, lovingly detailed harpies preening each and every feather, so many different monsters-- there are two above the desk on the wall: One of a silver and black mermaid with piercing gold eyes, and a purple and gold gargoyle tearing up shingles off of a roof as he runs, poised to jump and take flight. Every painting looks like it it will jump off the canvas. Gorgeous, and real. ]
Coming. [ A voice calls from the back room. Whatever Ibuki is expecting has probably been blown out of the water because the first thing she is going to hear is the sliding of something across the floor that is just so very not natural. Like leather running over the floor with a weight. What comes into view is most certainly a naga. Half-man, half-snake, all black and white down his back with white bands over the black ones. He has an elegant air about him with his dainty-looking claws done up with gold rhinestones and his fingers holding a wine glass filled with a black ooze. He is wearing a high-collared sweater with gold and silver chains draped around his neck and shoulders. A bigger piece around his neck falls regally over his chest sporting skulls and crucifixes. Little crucifixes hang on chains from each ear.
He's... Something. ]
Ibuki... [ He sizes her up. ] It's a pleasure to meet you. I am an artist in my spare time. What do you think?