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[fulgency]

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
((ooc: feel free to riff off any of the open prompts if you would like. if you need/want to run something by me before you do that, you can either pm this journal or shoot me a message on plurk [rebreather]. same goes with if you would like to have a private starter!))

Comments

[fulgency]

[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!

[belligerentwarrior]

[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.]

[fulgency]

[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.]

[belligerentwarrior]

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.]

[fulgency]

[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.]