(catch-all)

[fulgency]

Who: Ozymandias + Assorted others!
When: All month long!
Where: Around Aefenglom!
What: Sphinx kittens and small children raising hell, and sometimes he's a bossypants.
Warnings: Will update as needed!

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[Some of the cubs still hang back a little more out of hesitancy from his earlier suddenness, but some of the ones that hang back are merely waiting their turn. Patiently. Sorta patiently. Once the one cub decides to rub on Giorno's hand to self-pet, the patience seems to run out and there's a bit of clambering.]

Oh? So, you would raise them to be fat and lazy then. I'm not sure that's in their best interest.

[He knows that's not what Giorno meant if his smile is any indication, but it's an invitation for him to keep his arguments up.]

[digiorno]

[Ah, there it is. Suddenly Giorno doesn't have enough hands for all the petting he needs to do. Laughing under his breath, he murmurs something hypocritical about wait your turn as he gets to ear-scritching.]

I'd take them on plenty of walks, Padre, and brush them every week so they don't get hair on the furniture.

[Ozymandias almost certainly won't get the joke, but it's fine.]

[fulgency]

[On the matter of scritches, there will be none of this "waiting" for a "turn." On the fringes of the little gathering of cubs, there are already some wrestling matches beginning to emerge.]

[The joke manages to sail right over Ozymandias' head, but the narration appreciated it, you little shit.]

Those are some mighty promises, Giorno. Especially if any of them were to reach their full size. They would be much bigger than the one you saw in that dream.

[digiorno]

Really? — Oh, stop that.

[He picks up one of the scuffling babies and separates it from its wrestling partner, putting it a few steps up and closer to Ozymandias. Back to scritching, though.]

How big do they get? [Because that one was pretty big.]

[fulgency]

[There's a little noise of protest at being separated, but the moment it's released, the cub quite determinedly starts making its way down the steps to get back to its match. Ozymandias makes no move to intervene.]

The sphinx you might consider the progenitor of these cubs... If it lays its paw flat on the ground, the back of it is about here to me when I am standing, [he says, placing a flat hand briefly just below his chest to demonstrate. Ozymandias leaves the remainder up to Giorno's imagination.] Assuming they were raised correctly, there's no reason they couldn't reach a similar size as him.

[digiorno]

Oh.

[He lifts the cub up again as soon as he sees it moving in his periphery. Without looking at it for more than a second, he adjusts to hold it in the crook of his elbow, supported by his hand at its dumb little sphinx butt.]

How are you planning to keep them in the city like that, then?

[fulgency]

[The kitten tries to give a little swipe at Giorno when it's picked up again, but it's too late. Hmph!]

I do not believe that to be likely, [Ozymandias shakes his head a little.] My intent was to summon the Sphinx of Abu el-Hol. Or at the very least, a decent enough replication. These are what my spells produced instead.

[He is a little disappointed, of course, but it has nothing to do with the sphinx kittens themselves and everything to do with his inability to get the spell right.]

But if that were to be the case, I used to command a great army of sphinxes in my world and their care has always been paramount to me. If they were to grow to such a size, I would still attend to them as I would their smaller cousins no matter what it required of me to do as much.

[The sphinx Giorno is holding, as Ozymandias is talking, begins attempting to climb on Giorno. Time for shoulder sphinx.]

definitely almost typed sphinx pharm

[digiorno]

[There is a long, thoughtful moment of silence before Giorno says what we're all thinking.]

I want an army of sphinxes . . .

[His current army of one is, of course, permitted to become a pirate mascot. He lets it move unhindered, only slightly wincing when the claws dig in.]

You could get a sphinx farm outside the city or something, if they did get that big. So they had plenty of room.

okay, but who is to say that's less correct than farm?

[fulgency]

[If a sphinx could cackle, the one now on Giorno's shoulder probably would to gloat over its newfound position above its siblings. But it cannot, so it satisfies itself with chuffing at Giorno's hair before aggressively rubbing against the back of his head as it moves around to his other shoulder.]

[Ozymandias can't help but laugh both as Giorno's desire for his own sphinx army and the notion of a farm for sphinxes.]

If I were to build anything outside the city, it would be my temple complex. That would certainly be enough to house them. [Ozymandias hums thoughtfully.] I would recreate the desert that they no doubt would prefer to this place.

[They would or Ozymandias would? Tomayto, tomahto.]

spharnx

[digiorno]

[Heh. That's pretty cute. Giorno can't exactly pet it from this angle, but he does lean back against it to semi-pet it with the back of his head.]

[He's bright-eyed at the mention of both temples and deserts, although he doesn't dare lean forward in case his passenger loses balance.]

The weather here is miserable. I can't help but agree with them.

What's your complex like? Besides gold. [Duh.]

[fulgency]

[The kitten appears satisfied with this semi-petting. Or it may be still proud of itself for its height advantage over its siblings. Who can say? Regardless, it continues its chuffing and leans on Giorno's head.]

My temple complex is not something that exists in reality. I use my own mana to create monuments and temples devoted to the gods as they stood in my lifetime and bring them together to form a singular complex with Ramesseum at its center.

[He hums in light amusement.]

It shines brilliantly in the sunlight but is not quite as golden as you are assuming. [He has other aesthetics besides gold, okay. It's present, of course, but it's not the only color.] There are murals that line a number of the walls, telling of my reign and that of the gods, with colors as vibrant as they were the day they were painted.

But more than that it is beautiful, it is also a well-protected and sacred space. [Which could likely be anticipated for a place that also doubles as a fortress in its own right.] Those that I allow to enter are under my protection and that of the gods, and those that would intrude or do harm to my subjects face my divine wrath.