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( While it's true that he isn't exactly inexperienced in presenting himself for nobles to scrutinise, it was very rarely in a scenario that would lend itself to the great outdoors. As such, he moves over to the tree and considers his options for a moment, before settling on a casual pose to kick things off. )

Like this?

Mmm. Tilt your head up to the side... there. Shift your hips...

[Joseph guides him, though he's dipped behind the camera, peering into the viewfinder, adjusting it slightly. His voice is both authoritative and like he's in a trance.]

Turn now. Lean your front against it...ah. There.

[Snap, snap.]

( The change in Joseph is interesting, to say the least. He has no reservations about telling Yuri what to do: he's firm, authoritative, and offers little room for questioning, and yet there's something about his tone that suggests he might also be experiencing some kind of ... distance, from what's happening. Joseph seems as though the world has drastically narrowed to what he can see through his viewfinder, and he finds himself wondering whether it's an artist thing or a uniquely him response. )

Just a second—

( Yuri arranges himself against the tree, then looks back over his shoulder with a gently smoldering gaze, as though daring the viewer to take a step closer and reach out for him. )

[It's a bit of both really, but... well, is it any surprise that being able to snatch a moment in time, to capture it and pin it perfectly gives him a rush of power? It is something that he'd so longed for, had given everything to perfect: life, youth, ultimately sanity, though all of those are back to him now. Desire born from a great pain.

He rumbles appreciatively in his throat as Yuri poses, feeling his pulse quickening, even as his mind stays sharp and clear and focused. He wants him on the ground, he thinks, to lay him in a field of flowers and catch him with that lovely hair spread in a curtain, to stand over him and pin him with his lens like a butterfly on a mount.]

Good. You may change positions again. Something with that drooping branch, perhaps--? [He can see it in the way he moves, that Yuri Leclerc has an excellent sense of aesthetics, himself. A pity his film plates are limited at the moment...]

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( Something with that drooping branch. Yuri takes his instruction with ease, moving behind the branch so that it trails between himself and Joseph's camera, and curls his fingers through the leaves as though holding a fine silk scarf against his body. )

Will you develop all of them?

( Not that there appears to be a way to look through what he's captured before turning it into a picture ... but then Yuri doesn't want to make any assumptions about the capability of his technology. He tilts his head as he continues: )

You've taken quite a few, is all. It seems like a bit of a waste if some of them aren't what you're looking for.

[He chuckles proudly at that question. Yes, usually he would have to put the work in for developing, to spend hours in a darkroom with chemicals that would dry his skin out, but...]

Let us finish this one, and then I'll be able to show you. Immediately. I've made it so, after all. And do have faith... I'm a professional.

Now--Attention.

[That's Yuri's cue.]

( Attention, he says, and Yuri looks to the camera again. He supposes Joseph makes a valid point: he's a professional, he knows what he's looking for, and he likely wouldn't even be humouring this if he didn't think he could get something good from it. )

Yes, sir.

( Yuri teases, an amused smile touching his lips. He does like the idea of seeing the result immediately, and so he poses as elegantly as he can for the final picture. )

... All done?

Mmm.

[He pulls the final plate out of the camera, examining it with a nod, and then curls a finger to Yuri, holding it out to him.]

There.

[He does not apologize for the lack of color; he never does. It will come in time, he will figure it out; he came close on Lunatia, before. But the image holds its own without it. He was right to make Yuri wear a light shirt; it stands out against the shadows of the foliage. The man, to his credit, has excellent coloration, and truly is a natural at posing.]

You did very well. [He's already taking the other plates to show him.]

( He did very well, did he? Yuri merely smiles, a little amused by the fact that he didn't really have to do anything beyond turn this way and that, but then he supposes if Joseph has made a profession of it then the his models must be required to have at least some kind of skill. )

Oh yeah? I guess must be a natural.

( He teases, moving back over to where Joseph is standing so that he can see the removed plates. Unlike the picture on the device, these images seem to be lacking colour, but Yuri is surprised to find that it adds a certain something to the picture. )

Fascinating ... can I touch it?

[He angles the plate to make that the chemicals have settled, and then nods, offering it to him with a smile.]

Gently. [There's something almost tender in his voice as he looks at the picture.

And then he seems to remember, and reaches for the careful little pile he's set aside, laying them out for him to see.]

You have wonderful expressions.

Wonderful expressions, huh?

( Yuri takes the plate gently careful not to spill the chemicals where they're held, and watches closely as the picture begins to form beneath the thin film. It's ... fascinating, that this isn't considered magic in Joseph's world—

But then his attention is drawn away when Joseph reaches for the others. )

Well, thanks. I don't think anyone's ever said that to me before.

( He looks amused. )

I see now how passionate you are about your craft.

It's more than just my craft. It's my creation.

[He's proud when he says it, gently starting to see to breaking down his camera for transportation back.]

This is the first of its kind. [He doesn't mention the years, decades of research it took, the trials and failures. Joseph is like a swan, appearing to glide gracefully and easily to others while his feet kick hard underneath murky water.]

So you can imagine... I like to choose my subjects carefully.

( His creation? )

Wait, you invented the whole process?

( Real surprise crosses Yuri's expression at that, because while he was under the impression that Joseph had refined the process, he didn't realise that he'd actually created it as well. He gestures towards the images Joseph set aside: )

People couldn't capture images like that before you made this machine?

They couldn't.

[He smiles, holding the body of his camera delicately, nails stroking lightly across it.]

All people could rely on were painting and memories...but this captures the moment perfectly. It uses light and chemicals. Eventually I'll find a way to make them able to reproduce colors. I was close before. I'm sure I can do it again.

[The fact that so many people seem impressed at his creations...it makes him rather happy.]

Next time, I can show you how it works in detail.

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