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Who: Ozymandias + you (some closed starters as well)
When: Noveuer
Where: Aefenglom (Residential, Aristocratic, and Entertainment Districts), Mhysadei (farmland beyond the Wall), & the Wilde
What: Ozymandias starts surveying and problem-solving for the issues of overcrowding in the Residential District, suffers tea time with old rich women, and tries to do his best taking care of a farm that was left behind. He also has some private 1:1 chats with some folks.
Warnings: Animal death (via hunting) with the Wilde prompt; will update as needed

residential district | aristocratic district | entertainment district (closed) | mhysadei + the wilde
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[Fang is not the only one who finds displeasure in the changing temperatures and weather of this place. The sphinxes placed on patrol outside do so diligently, but it is also quite plain that they would prefer to be in something closer to what would be considered their natural environment by the way they huddle closer together. Even the ever-watchful female sphinx that occupies the porch seems keen to avoid the edges of said porch lest she is splashed upon by the rains.]

[And inside the mansion, it seems not only the elaborate murals that intend to call upon the desert. Ramesses keeps it toasty inside between the fireplace and the magitech heat. Even rooms that are unoccupied or unused appear to be receiving similar treatment. It's not even yet winter proper just yet and he's already clearly quite over it.]

[The moment she calls out, the eldest of the sphinx cubs immediately abandons his play and scampers out to great her. He gives a vocal greeting, immediately making himself a tripping hazard in the process as Ramesses answers her.]

There are three total, but it would seem they are arriving one at a time.

[Ramesses pays her very little mind from his position on the couch. He's more focused on manipulating the illusion of an iridescent scarab beetle for the newest addition to the household to give chase. An idle lift of his finger when the cub begins a quick approach and the beetle takes flight to land a foot or so away from the kitten. Its carapace reflects almost gold in the light as it folds its wings in, and the sphinx cub begins its telltale wiggle before a pounce. It would seem they've been at this for a while. Ramesses has a near-finished mug of hot chocolate in his hand and a few slices of honey bread are missing from the tray on the coffee table.]

[Fang chuffs a greeting down at the elder cub, her hand scritching lightly at his head before kneeling; with an excited chirp the sphinx awkwardly clamors on her shoulders.]

[Which, a bobcat is far to large to sit on someone's shoulders, but it's Fang, and they can accomplish a decent balance with the sphinx draping around her almost like a shawl and Fang holding a grip on the legs dangling by her chest.]

[And that is how she enters the next room, her leaning so-slightly into the cub's affectionate nuzzles her only acknowledgement of them as Fang turns her attention to the new scene.]

Be happy you're seein' these little guys at all. Who's this?

[Wehem-Mesut does not need much encouragement for his nuzzles to continue. Her slight lean is enough for him to redouble his efforts, and thus makes it a good thing she has a firm hold on him. Otherwise, he would no doubt tumble off. He chuffs and half-purrs directly into her ear, which is probably exactly what she was looking for.]

To my knowledge, Master did not name them. [Ramesses did not know why, though he has a few suspicions. Feeling overwhelmed or unworthy of such a gift would be understandable feelings for his Master to possess. There is also the simple matter of the threat they are facing taking a bit more precedence than worrying about such a thing.] I only named the first after his progenitor since it is impossible for me to bring the true Wehem-Mesut to this world and I assumed he would be the only one.

[As Ramesses is speaking, the yet-to-be-named sphinx makes its attack on the scarab. Although he lands squarely upon it, Ramesses ends the spell and the scarab disappears! As one might expect, the sphinx cub is baffled by this turn of events and after first looking under his paws begins looking wildly about for where it could have possibly disappeared to. Ramesses creates the illusion again, the scarab climbing along the underside of the coffee table. He draws attention to it for the sphinx by having it beat its wings a few times. The sphinx freezes in place, starting to look intently in that direction. Even Wehem-Mesut draped around Fang's shoulders appears to pause for a moment at that sound.]

So, he is whoever you should like him to be. Name him well as our names always express our hopes for our children's futures.

[A bit of a contrast from the naming conventions for Gran Pulse which seem to place more emphasis on where one is from both in place and family, but Ramesses is confident Fang can give the cub an appropriate name.]

[Fang pauses, her fond smile at the chase exchanging for curiosity as her attention turns to Ramesses. Something more akin to surprise echoes through the Bond underneath it.]

You want me to name him? I mean, sure, but you're always takin' names so seriously.

[There's a Why? quietly hovering beneath her tentative agreement.]

Is there some reason not yet known to me that you would not?

[Ramesses finally looks away from the cub currently trying to parse how/why the coffee table is making noises like the scarab to look to Fang. The sphinx takes a few tentative steps closer, jumping a little at the sound when it happens again.]

You have been important if not outright integral to raising Wehem-Mesut and I would think you would be the same toward his brother. So, I can think of no better way of acknowledging your role to them than entrusting you with this task. [He smiles warmly, a reflection of what ripples through the Bond, before looking away again. The cub has progressed to sniffing at one of the legs of the coffee table, no longer jumping at the noises it's making.] If you need time to think it over, there is no need to rush. I was quite indecisive myself the first time.

[A pensive feeling answers his warmth, and Fang crouches with a pat to Cub Son the Elder's flank. Off now. It's not very graceful of a landing, but considering how he was perched across her shoulders, it's something.]

[Fang saunters over, sitting near the cub. If she's going to name him, probably should introduce herself to her fellow feline first.]

Hey, you. [A hand offered for him to investigate, if the kitten so desired.]

[Wehem-Mesut plays it cool once he lands anyway by shaking himself off, and in typical cat fashion plays it as though that went exactly as intended. Climbing up on the couch, he decides to also stand on Ramesses. There's only one soft grunt from Ramesses as Wehem-Mesut stomps a paw down just below his ribs. Simultaneously, Ramesses manipulates the spell to bring the scarab to silence as Fang sits down before looping an arm around Wehem-Mesut and putting the older sphinx into a headlock. He attempts to escape at first until there's a kiss to his face and scritches, and okay he's going to flop now that it's time to live like a prince.]

[The younger cub looks over at Fang as she sits down. As may likely be expected, he does not cower or withdraw from her and instead watches her curiously. The tip of his tail flicks idly as he watches her offer her hand and he leans over to have a sniff. Once satisfied, he sits down as well and reaches out a paw to bap bap at her hand.]

[Had she been in her feline form, her ear would have swiveled to Ramesses' grunt and the prince's purr. As it was, Fang just smiled at the lazy swats.]

Eager little guy, aren't you?

[But after being cooped up by this rain, who could blame him? Fang brings her hand to return the bap bap at his side a little more aggressively, the light motion rocking cub's tiny body in the process. Fearing no needle claws, Fang's other hand hovers at the read to stick his sides when the cub inevitably rounds to attack her first hand.]

[!!]

[The game is most certainly on now. He attempts to catch her hand before it can get too far only to have another hand to contend with all of a sudden. Now he can't seem to decide which to go after as he's beset from all sides! Unfortunately, that strategy ultimately makes him a little less than perfect when it comes to balance, and he soon topples over.]

[Ah, when they're at their youngest. Fang chuckles as he flops over, a finger tickling at the glowing pad under a tiny paw, regardless of the resulting baps and nibbles.]

[A name, huh?]

Prakash. What do you think?

[Her hand is definitely going to end up thoroughly bapped and nibbled so long as it appears to still contain life. The kitten starts trying to get a one-up on her hand. This is not likely going all too well due to the clumsiness of his age, but there's a lot of effort going into it all the same.]

He does not appear to object. What does it mean?

[By now, Wehem-Mesut has rolled onto his back and is luxuriating in chest scratches. He noses at Ramesses occasionally, loudly chuffing his appreciation. ~~But Fang spoils him too much.~~]

Light. [Fang answers simply as she continues to unwisely play with the little beast with her fingers. She doesn't acknowledge any of the tiny, stinging scratches at all.]

The little guys are made of stars and it's your whole motif and all. Good hope for the future, too. Fits, yeah?

[She calls it a motif. Not the most accurate term, but there's no debating or attempts to cajole her into calling it for what it truly is because Ramesses knows that's as close Fang is likely ever going to be in her acknowledgment. And he doesn't really need more than that from her.]

[He nods.]

It is suitable. [Wehem-Mesut's name speaks of aspirations for a renaissance, to remain eternally strong and glorious. A name for his brother that evokes light is more than appropriate.] Prakash it is then.

[Fang's hand by now is being grappled. There may be impending kicks to try and break its "neck."]

[Fang's hand is not one to be passively grappled. She wiggles her hand loose only to splay it against the cub's chest, thumb and little finger under his arms and other fingers "grappling" back at his neck. A little push loosely pins the little guy on his back.]

You're responsible now, you hear me? [She shoots a grin back at the luxuriating Wehem-Mesut.] A little brother'll be a good time to show of what you learned.

[This was clearly not the intended turn of events. Rather than going on the attack, Prakash redirects his efforts into trying to get loose.]

[Wehem-Mesut chuffs, but it's likely difficult to tell if he's responding to Fang or just living his best life as he stretches out and appears progressively melted. He might nap after this. Or during. Difficult to say.]

Oh, I would not worry. He has been taught well, so I am certain all of your terrible habits will be passed on and you shall deal with the consequences of your actions sooner rather than later.

[Ramesses grins at Fang because he knows she really hasn't passed on that much that's been terrible for Wehem-Mesut. If anything, she's done exceptionally well teaching him what he needs to learn in ways that he never could due to the much larger divide in species between them. Ramesses would have no hesitation that should he leave this place and neither of these two follows him, that she should care for them in his absence. But why acknowledge that when he can be smart about it?]

[Especially when he's also not wrong. What few spoiled little habits she's taught will come back to her. Such is the way with children.]

[He looks to Wehem-Mesut, shaking his head slightly at this upside-down fool of a sphinx he has.]

Behold the example he sets already!

[Fang scoffs, rolling her eyes, but the grin certainly indicates she takes no offense.]

More like they'll get to deal with me if they think they can get away with anything.

[The little one's squirming is valiant, and while Fang doesn't let go, she does lax her grip enough to make young Prakash's escape possible. Even going easy on him, he has to earn it.]

[Prakash manages to free himself, giving Fang's hand a warning bap not to pursue while he positions himself on the other side of the coffee table leg. But rather than turning his attention back to the hunt for the scarab, which still quietly rests on the underside of the table, Prakash is watching Fang closely. He settles down into a crouch, though it's difficult to say if he's ready to blitz away or pounce. It likely is going to depend on how (or if) she approaches him any further.]

Is that meant to be discouraging?

[Because that just sounds like a challenge, honestly.]

Not meant to be anything.

[Fang watches the young one's retreat with amusement, and remains at her spot on the floor. No need to overwhelm the little guy; they've just met.]

Just sayin'. They can make their own choices.

[It's totally a challenge. This woman that sometimes goads the larger sphinxes is absolutely vaguely goading the smaller ones.]

[Ramesses rolls his eyes because Fang is absurd. But could she really be anything less than that? He gestures toward the coffee table with the hand not currently giving lazy scritches to a sphinx.]

Make yourself useful and get me another slice of bread. You may help yourself.

[Not that he thinks she really needs an invitation to partake. He's noticed dents in his food supply after some visits from Fang and it does not take much to figure out where it went.]

[Prakash watches Fang closely and starts to make with a calibrating wiggle.]

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