open catch-all + closed prompts for August

[fulgency]

Who: Ozymandias + You (plus some closed prompts)
When: August (will be adding more prompts as time goes on!)
Where: Around!
What: Leaving the Coven after a month-long illness, Lunasa, & likely more; hmu if you would like a closed starter or a different prompt
Warnings: None so far, but will update as needed!

Comments

[fulgency]

Pharaoh does as he pleases, [he reminds Dave. However, he does hold a hand up to somewhat yield to his request of less "sass."] But I will not have it said that I lack in hospitality or make for a poor host.

[timeriffs]

LMAO you're such a tool.

[He says that with the same amount of bite he would to his friends. And, yes, he says each letter outloud.]

But if that's the case, can I snag something to drink? A juice perhaps. [Dave's turn to sound like a tool.] I'll send you your gift while you do.

[fulgency]

[Ozymandias doesn't understand the listing of letters or what "tool" is in this context, but Dave clearly says it with a friendly tone, so it doesn't particularly bother him nor does he question it.]

I will see what I can do.

[He means that fairly literally, too. He doesn't keep juice in the house as options are much more limited to alcohol or water. But before his illness, he managed to learn some conjuration. Juice should be no problem.]

[He stands to leave for the kitchen.]

Present your gift at your leisure.

[timeriffs]

Cool, thanks.

[He immediately pulls out the watch device as Ozymandias exits, pulling up the messages app and sends him the following illustration. A piece of art fit for a Pharoah:]



[He sits back and waits, feeling accomplished.]

[fulgency]

[Once in the kitchen, Ozymandias sets to getting Dave his requested juice. Of course, juice is a little beyond his purview. He knows that there is some preference for it in the modern era, but beyond that? He stares at the glass he pulls from the cabinet, racking his brain for the different types of juices. Nothing particularly comes to mind, but he understands the concept that most juices are made from fruit.]

[So what would be an acceptable fruit to drink from?]

[Grape perhaps? That might run the risk of accidentally producing wine though. Some form of citrus then might do. People of the modern era seem quite fond of them. He pulls an empty pitcher.]

[It's a bit of a trial and error process from there. Lemon and grapefruit are unsuitable, both too sour and far, far too bitter to be pleasing. (As he understands it, most enjoy the sweetness of fruit juices.) But then it appears he manages to strike figurative gold with a sweeter clementine. As he allows the pitcher to fill itself and he fetches another cup and small tray, it's then that he takes the time to look at his watch, and...]

[...]

[At first, he has little idea what it is he is looking at. And even upon looking at it two or three times, he still has no idea about some elements. But he remembers that strange...Pokewhatsit. It must be a reference to that? But--]

[The juice!]

[Ozymandias must immediately set aside his watch to clean up the mess of the overflowing pitcher when he hears it beginning to hit the counter and subsequently the floor. Getting the spell back under control enough to end it takes a little more effort than he would care to admit, his frustration increasing the juice for a moment before he can settle back down and finally get the pitcher to stop filling. He lays towels down to sop up the mess and wipes off the pitcher, carefully disposing of some of the excess.]

[timeriffs]

[Dave tried to wait patiently, but it was taking an oddly enough long time to just get a juice he wondered if Ozy managed to trip over his own ostentatious ego and slammed down on a silent knife or something.

From over the doorjamb of the kitchen, pops in Dave's head, shades glancing around as if he couldn't find Ozymandias right there in front of him.]

Hey. That juice roughing you up there? Need me to make a clown outta it for you? Just say the word, I'm in there with my fisticuffs and towels up.

[fulgency]

[Ozymandias looks over at Dave when he appears in the doorway and clears his throat. It's fine.]

No, that won't be necessary. I was merely distracted for a moment by your...drawing. [He sets the pitcher back on the tray.] You did draw that, right?

[He doesn't know how .jpgs work.]

[timeriffs]

[He steps into the kitchen, stopping just within the entrance. His expression is mostly the same as usual, but there's a slight quirk of his lip to show he's proud his comic made him make such a mess.]

That's right. With my finger on the watch, can you fucking believe it?

[fulgency]

[At least one of them is proud of it. Ozymandias is less so, but that does not detract from the gift itself in the end. He smiles as he picks up the tray and walks over to Dave. The rest of the mess can wait for another time.]

You are quite talented to have accomplished that on these devices. It must have taken you some time. I commend you! It is a gift worthy of Pharaoh!

[timeriffs]

Man, finally. Someone important recognizing my talents. Ever since I was a boy all I ever wanted was for an ancient Egyptian king to recognize my work.

[He steps aside to let Ozymandias past, exaggeratedly rubbing at his eye under his shades, as if wiping away a gracious single tear.]

They all mocked me, called me a fool, but who's the fool now.

[fulgency]

[Ozymandias leads the way back to the other room with the tray.]

I believe that may still be you.

[Pharaoh's got jokes, okay.]