RP:An Unscheduled Visit

Summary: As she is in the Larket area, Meri decides to pay Artia a visit at her ranch to complete a tattoo they've been discussing.

Artia's Ranch

Meri had meant for this visit to be a scheduled one but since she was in the area of Larket, she figured she would pay Artia's home a visit on the off chance that the woman was home and available. Up to the front door the woman goes with a sketchbook clutched too her chest and a bag of supplies slung over one shoulder. A tattooed hand is lifted to tap on the door with the hope of gaining the attention of the owner. The knock is far from a meek one but the tattooed blonde isn't beating on the thing either with a closed fist. After three sturdy knocks, the woman's hand falls back to her side, rocking back and forth from on her feet as she waits for someone to answer. Red lips are pursed together as she muses inwardly to herself about her hope that Artia was home. It had been a touch over a week since their initial consultation and the artist did not want to give the impression that she was shirking off on the agreed upon piece.

Artia hears the knocked and moved forward opening the door. Revealing her dress is another long one, reaching almost to the floor, but it also has form-fitting sleeves that open up on the ends and have wide, lacy wristholes. Unlike her others dresses, which do a good job of staying very modest, this one shows off a bit of her above average cleavage with a v-neck. Stitched in a way to show off her curves. The skirt gets less narrow further down. The dress sparkles in any light with tiny glistening purple gem and the insides of the sleeves are a royal purple. The back of the dress has a large purple thread trilobite embroidered on it, other then that it is backless. The green color is a pale, almost mint green rather than a more saturated green. A smile spread over her ruby lips, "Come in Meri." She welcomed her in, opening the door more. Taking in her hand and attire.

The outfit that Meri picked was far from as lovely as Artia's, but Meri has never been the sort to embrace more feminine way. Her own attire consists of a modesty cut shirt that is a dark blue in color worn beneath a worn in black jacket designed less for style and more for warmth. That's not to say it is a hideous jacket, just not top-of-the-line in-fashion sort of jacket. Without a doubt it is fringed in parts. On her legs? A simple pair of form fitting black pants tucked into a beat up looking pair of boots. She really had a ready to rumble look about it, if it wasn't for the warm smile that curves across red lips at the sight of Artia. "You are home! I am glad you are home. I was hoping that perhaps you would have a free chunk of time to view these drawings of mine and perhaps even do some inking? I've brought everything that we would need..." Slung into a bag that is over her shoulder. She did offer to travel for work. As this sentiment is posed, Meri is already making good on Artia's invitation and stepping into the other's home. Manners are checked and boots are wiped clean on the porch rug prior to entering.

Artia chuckled, "I usually am, I hardly ever leave my home. Not that I am a hermit or anything I just get so occupied with doing witchy things. I am trying to start a coven actually, so that should be a lot of fun for me. I love teaching the craft and even more performing the craft." With a nod, "I have all day, I just got done making the potions for the day. I would love to look at the drawings of yours." She closed the door, and moved into the living room. Sitting on the couch, her hand held out. "May I see? If need some wine I have ample supply in the kitchen as well other liquors."

Meri trails after Artia all the way into the living room, following suit and taking a seat on the couch next to Artia. Into her satchel her tattooed hand goes only to pull out her sketchbook. The book is flipped open to the few pages that have been dedicated to Artisa. On each page there are several drawings of twin feathers. The feathers come in different shapes and sizes but they are all white in color, perhaps to symbolize innocence. Some feathers are soft and whimsical, with the feather looking barbules of the feather long, and slender, giving it an airy look -- almost like an avain's feather. Others are more realistic in their style. In one of the sketch, the twin feathers have been loosely shaped to form a heart, in others they are just delicately laid across one other. "We did not get much of a chance to discuss to many of the fine details. There was so much going on both times we spoke, so I came up with several concepts. This tattoo is such a personal one that I want to make sure it is just right for you, so if any concept sticks out more than another, let me know. Or if you don't see quite what you are looking for, let me know."

Artia offered a kind smile to Meri, she was kind enough to spread art onto flesh so those could always cherish it. Meri was very sweet to do such a thing! “Yes I know I am so sorry, my life is nothing but a tragedy play on going it seems.” She tried to force herself not to frown, but it indeed came out. Thumbing through the concepts, then the one with the half of twin feathers that had the top melting off into tiny feathers stuck out, underneath it was small beads hanging off of it. “This one, please.”

Meri would like to say that she is motivated by kindness but that is a claim that Meri is no where close to being able to make. If she did not make gold or some sort of trade out of it, then the job was not worth her time. The ability to keep the bills paid motivated her the most. Of course, it did feel rewarding when she was able to successfully deliver a concept to a client -- especially when it was so personal of a design. Meri was not entirely wicked. "Alright, then that will be the concept. If you are ready to do this now, we can begin. Though I do highly recommend you step away so you can change into something more comfortable." Meri would hate to get either blood or ink on Artia's fine dress. "Something ideally that will allow me to have easy access to wherever you would like me tattoo." Meri's player has admittedly forgotten where Artia wanted the feather concept, just what it was a design meant to represent her twins. "As for your life being a tragedy? It is unfortunate, but she is cruel to a lot of us. Hopefully you will find some silver lining soon."

Artia winced, “I doubt I ever will everyone I love or get close to dies or they cheat or disappear on me. It’s a complete cycle each time, it never fails.” She obeys the artist, getting up to go into her room where she would put on a bikini top and a flowy skirt of knee length. “How do you want me position?” Now the artist could get a glimpse or good view of the tattoo that covers her back, the mother tree with the element symbols literally burned into the bark of the tree leaving behind permanent scars. Either Artia had a good pain tolerance and wanted them to stay forever, or someone forced the marks upon her. The druidic witch could not wait to have from her right hip up to her ribs covered in the concept that was designed.

Time was spent setting up while she waited for Artia to change into a better outfit. Ink bottles were pulled out, needles, rags, and Meri would not be shy about helping herself to whatever she needed from Artia's kitchen in terms of water, both hot and cold, and whatever else Meri felt she needed. By the time Artia was finished changing, Meri was also finished setting up her makeshift workspace within Artia's home. "On your side, opposite the side you are wanting me to tattoo on. Shimmy your skirt down on the side that you do want me to tattoo on just enough to expose the flesh of your hip." And Meri was nothing but professional on this front. She would not be leering at Artia'a body like some male artist may have done (or female, it takes all sorts to make the world go round). "I am going also do a rough outline in a temporary ink so you can make sure that you are satisfied with the size and the position before we make it permanent." As this is explained, a fine tipped brush is picked up from the table that is now littered with Meri's supplies. Said brush is dunked in a vial of brown ink and then Meri begins her work, presuming Artia is settled. The outline itself would take Meri perhaps ten minutes to complete, no pain involved. Not yet. Once finished, Artia will be presented a Meri for any final inspections before the real fun begins.

Artia looked to the station she had set up while she changed, a smile appeared on those plump lips. She moved so that the right hip would be exposed, moving the skirt down like she had asked her. Closing her eyes as the artist, Meri began to draw upon the golden tan flesh. To her surprise being sketch upon felt rather good, like a soft massage. Something she had not experienced before, her back tattoo was forced on her so there was no pre-sketch. After Meri was done, artia would twist to look down. “This,” she was took back, it was more beautiful than on the paper. “You are a goddess of art, Meri. Worth every price.” She moved back so Meri could continue on, a soft smile on her face.

Meri waited until Artia expressed her satisfaction and then brush is swapped out for needle. This part would be slow and painful for Meri's work was not completed with the speed that modern tattoo guns afforded. The concept was very much the same, a bunching of unhallowed needles were dipped into a Well of ink, the ink was pulled up into the empty spaces between needles and then poked right into the skin. "And in three...two...." Meri doesn't actually get to one, one is announced via a prick or Artia'a skin. That process would be repeated over and over again until the tattoo was completed m: a dip into the ink well, more poking and prodding with the tattoo needles, and the occasional clean up - excess ink and smatterings of blood were wiped up with a rag. When the outline is done the head of the tattooing needle will be swapped out for something more appropriate for shading. It would not be fair to say that Meri is not one for conversation while she is working but she usually lets the client guide hat conversation as a brunt of her focus is on the art at hand. Artia's compliment is paid with a smile, "Thank you, I am glad that you enjoy it. I know this was particularly personal to you."

The female remained still, not seemingly the needle bothered her much. Burns bothered her but a needle wouldn't, she closed her eyes. It was like that type of needle therapy called acupuncture, making her further relax. "It is, and I am glad I came to you for this. My friend Vasha did the vines that are my forearms, they are enchanted the come to life. I a hosting a dinner party here tonight if you would like think stay or come back, I'll advertise the work s maybe you can catch more customers."

Meri was not light of hand, that would not due for then the ink runs the risk of not taking to skin properly, but she was not excessively heavy handed either. "Heard of Vasha. Like to try and meet other artists when I can, was hoping that I might be able to connect with her but I have had no such luck." Meri continues her work, her conversation not flowing quite as freely as it was were her attention not split between talking and working. "You know? Would be nice to get out and meet some faces at a party. This isn't like...some super formal dinner party though? Like I don't need to be wearing any fancy dress for it? I mean if it is just a mellow party with food and booze then I think I may very well take you up on that offer." Meri's work is finished, the tattoo is completed. All that was left to do was final wipe down of excess ink and blood and then there would be some bandaging. Very light, very minor bandaging. If anything it is more a protective measure, to keep the blood from seeping onto Artia'a clothing.

Artia still did not jump but would twitch, forcing herself to stay still as stone. Being her third tattoo she was use to the needle getting applied, "Come comfortable I can wear a two piece to show this off if you would like, I normal wear one piece but for you I'll go a little wild." She laughed lightly, "Finger foods and lots of drinks, it's for my birthday."

"Well let's give you a special birthday deal of half off our agreed price. Our secret though, yeah? Don't need people trying to weasel discounts out of me left and right." Meri was packing up her belongings carefully -- disinfecting would come later. No use doing that at Artia's home right this very moment. "You have tats already so I am sure I don't need to go over basic care but I am going to anyway. No swimming in the ocean, no laying out for a tan, none of that for two weeks. Lotion it up twice a day, but don't over moisturize either. Too much and too little can cause the tattoo to flake." By the time Meri has finished the quick and watered down version of tattoo care, Meri is already finished packing up her stuff. "And if you have no questions? I will be out of your way so that you can get to your party planning. And as for what to wear? I have never been one to tell anyone what they should be wearing. If you are proud of your tattoo and want to show it off? Well girl. You do you."

Artia got up to admire the new addition to her tattoos, this would be her favorite. "I'd love to see you again, can be my special guest even. Just if you see the drunk side on me, be ready to laugh." She looks at the tattoo again, "Ooh I love it!" She wiggled, "I will definitely be showing this off, I hope to see you tonight."