{aefenglom | inbox}
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text. audio. video. action.
i need your help with something.
it has to do with magic. i want to ask you because you seem like you know what you're doing and i don't think you'll jerk me around.
if you don't want to help, i understand. but i would appreciate it. thanks.
it has to do with magic. i want to ask you because you seem like you know what you're doing and i don't think you'll jerk me around.
if you don't want to help, i understand. but i would appreciate it. thanks.
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I don't believe this to be Aefenglom, [Ozymandias says with a shake of his head.] It's somewhere else entirely.
[Whether it exists in the waking world, however, is a different question altogether and not one that either one of them will have an answer for until they wake up.]
I don't believe this to be Aefenglom, [Ozymandias says with a shake of his head.] It's somewhere else entirely.
[Whether it exists in the waking world, however, is a different question altogether and not one that either one of them will have an answer for until they wake up.]
[On the morning of Modranicht, Ozymandias will have a box delivered to his mansion's doorstep. Andersen has plans for the day and, as much as he'd like to pay a visit to everyone and make a grand scene, he opts to go for a courier service instead.
Within the plain box are two things: slabs of dried meat for the sphinxes and a pair of gloves. It seems he's taken the liberty of sewing with golden thread the name "Οσυμανδύας" on the cuff - no doubt a way to personalize the gift but also to show off his literary knowledge. Even when he isn't there in person, he somehow manages to give off an aura of desperate eagerness to perform. . .
Ah. It seems there's also a brief note inside.]
Your Majesty,
I humbly present to you an offering for your celestial children and a token of my thanks for the night at the ball. You were willing to put yourself within spewing range of my puke and I greatly appreciated your kindness.
- H.C.A.
Within the plain box are two things: slabs of dried meat for the sphinxes and a pair of gloves. It seems he's taken the liberty of sewing with golden thread the name "Οσυμανδύας" on the cuff - no doubt a way to personalize the gift but also to show off his literary knowledge. Even when he isn't there in person, he somehow manages to give off an aura of desperate eagerness to perform. . .
Ah. It seems there's also a brief note inside.]
Your Majesty,
I humbly present to you an offering for your celestial children and a token of my thanks for the night at the ball. You were willing to put yourself within spewing range of my puke and I greatly appreciated your kindness.
- H.C.A.
[ Let it be known she had to type and delete this message at least six different times before she felt okay enough about it to send it.
Even though it looks like absolutely zero thought went into it. ]
did you send me a gift????? [ Who else would be gaudy enough to go for that blue and gold colour combination. ]
Even though it looks like absolutely zero thought went into it. ]
did you send me a gift????? [ Who else would be gaudy enough to go for that blue and gold colour combination. ]
[The package left on his doorstep contains a plate of homemade cookies from Marie and a fresh lily flower.
“Happy Holidays, Pharaoh! We are not friends yet but I hope we can become friends in the coming year.” is what the attached note says]
“Happy Holidays, Pharaoh! We are not friends yet but I hope we can become friends in the coming year.” is what the attached note says]
[Ozymandias will receive from Zelda an absolute fucking cornucopia of cat and cat-adjacent toys. There are noisy rolling balls, there are feathers and bells on strings, there are little pouches of fluff that smell vaguely of mint that probably won't get a sphinx too terribly high, but hey the shopkeep said her furbabies love the stuff.
... Honestly there is also a vague sense of overcompensation as well with the sheer variety stuffed into the bag, like rather than risk getting the wrong kind of thing Zelda just decided to get all of them, but well, it works out for the sphinx baby, at least.]
... Honestly there is also a vague sense of overcompensation as well with the sheer variety stuffed into the bag, like rather than risk getting the wrong kind of thing Zelda just decided to get all of them, but well, it works out for the sphinx baby, at least.]
[There is a variety in this gift. Not only are there cat toys made from her fur and feathers, and various sweets made fresh that morning-he likely smelled it before dawn-but he also got a sweater with a hoodie.
The difference with this one compared to others she's made is this is pattered to look like the sphinxes he so loves. There's no note, but she knocked and dashed after leaving it on his doorstep.]
The difference with this one compared to others she's made is this is pattered to look like the sphinxes he so loves. There's no note, but she knocked and dashed after leaving it on his doorstep.]
[ Chariot's gift for Ramesses; a charm depicting Kochab and Mizar. Like with his gift to her, the explanation was left away, having full faith he could figure out the symbolism without her needing to guide him to it. They were the star of his people, after all, the ones she'd been named after, at least to an extent.
The Guiding Stars of Heaven, representing a place she had guided him to, and found rest within. Heaven, for them, was each other, and those stars would forever symbolize such. ]
The Guiding Stars of Heaven, representing a place she had guided him to, and found rest within. Heaven, for them, was each other, and those stars would forever symbolize such. ]
[Well.]
[Things are certainly happening.]
good evening, your pharoahness.
i was wondering if you might have time to share your insight on the recent updates from dorchact? either this way, or we can meet. i don't have a preference. thank you in advance.
[Things are certainly happening.]
good evening, your pharoahness.
i was wondering if you might have time to share your insight on the recent updates from dorchact? either this way, or we can meet. i don't have a preference. thank you in advance.
Yes, this is lazy Ozymandias, but I don't know if you're home or not.
But do you know anything about the King of Knight's fashion choices? I've convinced her to come over and wear some of my old clothing, but I want to sneak in some choices she may enjoy wearing on a daily basis.
But do you know anything about the King of Knight's fashion choices? I've convinced her to come over and wear some of my old clothing, but I want to sneak in some choices she may enjoy wearing on a daily basis.
[Enkidu enters the livingroom rather late and in a way they feel a bit melancholic. But then again, they have a tendency to get melancholic quite quickly.]
Ah, it is good that you are here. [Despite the smudges on their shirt and their dirty hands they look well. Better than they've looked before.] I wish to speak to you, Ozymandias. [They move to place a small bag with groceries on the table before they sit down.]
Ah, it is good that you are here. [Despite the smudges on their shirt and their dirty hands they look well. Better than they've looked before.] I wish to speak to you, Ozymandias. [They move to place a small bag with groceries on the table before they sit down.]
I hope this message finds you well, Pharaoh.
I recognize you have become quite busy as of late with parliament matters and all, and I would not ask you to neglect your duties - or your studies, for that matter - on my behalf, but when you have a moment, I would like to hear your thoughts on a personal matter that has been troubling me for a while. I would be very appreciative of your time.
[how the heck do you ask dads for help she doesn't know]
I recognize you have become quite busy as of late with parliament matters and all, and I would not ask you to neglect your duties - or your studies, for that matter - on my behalf, but when you have a moment, I would like to hear your thoughts on a personal matter that has been troubling me for a while. I would be very appreciative of your time.
[how the heck do you ask dads for help she doesn't know]
Ser, I hope you have been well.
I eagerly await for when we may find time to gather together, it had been some time since we broke bread and shared tales outside of mere dreams. There is a matter I wish to discuss with you. One that I do not fondly bring to your feet, however.
I eagerly await for when we may find time to gather together, it had been some time since we broke bread and shared tales outside of mere dreams. There is a matter I wish to discuss with you. One that I do not fondly bring to your feet, however.
Did you send me a package of catnip laced baked goods and other treats?
i have used the key and entered your house for a short moment so i could spend some time with your cats. i have fed them and played with them. i also watered the plants and i broke a vase.
i hope you accept bread with cheese and strawberries as currency. they are in your kitchen space, safe from your cats.
i do not want to devote a network message to this but caren has left. she probably is back at her home right now. her real home, not this place.
i hope you accept bread with cheese and strawberries as currency. they are in your kitchen space, safe from your cats.
i do not want to devote a network message to this but caren has left. she probably is back at her home right now. her real home, not this place.
—what's so bloody hard to understand about chocobos.
[Aefenglom was a city too large and too crowded, for Fang's tastes. It was as dense as the cities of Cocoon, but without the lightweight, open architecture and the engineering to efficiently build roads above ground level, it all clustered together claustrophobicly. This particular shop was as best as they'd probably get to open air within the walls—a tavern of sorts on the bottom two floors, and the roof converted to a kind of broad deck, framed with plants from its rooftop greenhouse. The harbor was still a ways off, but still made for a nice view with the candles seeing the ships off.]
[The turnskin sat on the ledge of the roof, lazily kicking a foot and gesturing with the hand not holding her cup.]
All these worlds, all jammed through the mirrors, and still like most of our lot runs with the same basic rules of their worlds. It's gettin' real old, tellin' people we don't have horses where I come from. Or the looks I get when I say the bird does the job better. Faster, smarter, capable of defendin' themselves... [She shakes her head.] Smell the same, just about.
[Aefenglom was a city too large and too crowded, for Fang's tastes. It was as dense as the cities of Cocoon, but without the lightweight, open architecture and the engineering to efficiently build roads above ground level, it all clustered together claustrophobicly. This particular shop was as best as they'd probably get to open air within the walls—a tavern of sorts on the bottom two floors, and the roof converted to a kind of broad deck, framed with plants from its rooftop greenhouse. The harbor was still a ways off, but still made for a nice view with the candles seeing the ships off.]
[The turnskin sat on the ledge of the roof, lazily kicking a foot and gesturing with the hand not holding her cup.]
All these worlds, all jammed through the mirrors, and still like most of our lot runs with the same basic rules of their worlds. It's gettin' real old, tellin' people we don't have horses where I come from. Or the looks I get when I say the bird does the job better. Faster, smarter, capable of defendin' themselves... [She shakes her head.] Smell the same, just about.
[Nothing about her actions during recent situations weighed down on her in the form of guilt. She's certainly tired, both physically and emotionally, what with having been in Dorcht during that uprising. That was before she really showed much in regards to her monster changes.
This time? Well she combined teeth and claws with her skills with a bow, the latter of which were primarily reserved for the poor undead that were reanimated. It felt too much like the horrific parts of her home universe with none of the benefits. Several times she moved with muscle memory, searching for Chris or Josh out of habit.
Perhaps that weight is one of the reasons she lingers in her second shifted form that evening as she pads into Ozy's bedroom, announcing herself with a soft chuff that's followed by a yawn. She doesn't wait for an invitation from her Bonded, leaping with surprising grace onto the bed and navigating herself over to him, putting her front paws on his chest and leaning into headbutt along his face, chin, and neck. It's a bit aggressive, but it's mostly from her size given the fact that she's now flopping onto him with just enough care to avoid somehow hurting him with her size.]
This time? Well she combined teeth and claws with her skills with a bow, the latter of which were primarily reserved for the poor undead that were reanimated. It felt too much like the horrific parts of her home universe with none of the benefits. Several times she moved with muscle memory, searching for Chris or Josh out of habit.
Perhaps that weight is one of the reasons she lingers in her second shifted form that evening as she pads into Ozy's bedroom, announcing herself with a soft chuff that's followed by a yawn. She doesn't wait for an invitation from her Bonded, leaping with surprising grace onto the bed and navigating herself over to him, putting her front paws on his chest and leaning into headbutt along his face, chin, and neck. It's a bit aggressive, but it's mostly from her size given the fact that she's now flopping onto him with just enough care to avoid somehow hurting him with her size.]
Sometime November, revenge of anniversary giftings
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2020-11-01 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a long cloth-wrapped object left on his table sometime in the night, maybe four or so feet long, with a casual note beneath it.]
Since you're so big on celebrating anniversaries, thought I'd mark a special one myself. Since you love collecting new names so much, here's another one.
[Under the cloth is an unstrung bow. Fang didn't craft it herself, but the gold and blue decoration is all hers. On each end of the bow, carved in with gold lacquer is a string of symbols.]
Since you're so big on celebrating anniversaries, thought I'd mark a special one myself. Since you love collecting new names so much, here's another one.
[Under the cloth is an unstrung bow. Fang didn't craft it herself, but the gold and blue decoration is all hers. On each end of the bow, carved in with gold lacquer is a string of symbols.]
Hello, Mister Ozymandias! My name is Hitoka Yachi. I wasn't sure where I'd be able to find you exactly, and I didn't want to take up too much of your time.
I'd like to apply for the managing position at your establishment, Purramid Cafe. Would you rather we meet in person so I could leave my CV with you, or would you prefer I send it here for reviewing?
Best regards,
谷地 仁花
[ let it be known that she rewrote this for three hours just to get it sounding alright. rip. ]
I'd like to apply for the managing position at your establishment, Purramid Cafe. Would you rather we meet in person so I could leave my CV with you, or would you prefer I send it here for reviewing?
Best regards,
谷地 仁花
[ let it be known that she rewrote this for three hours just to get it sounding alright. rip. ]
[ Chariot rolled to her side, snuggling against Ramesses shoulder and resting her hand on his chest, letting out a long sigh. The whole night, she could tell there was a topic just lingering in the air between them, had been since Croix had arrived. Had been since those parting moments, when shades of an older reflection of herself had showed... ]
I can tell you want to ask about her... I guess now's a good a time as any, right?
I can tell you want to ask about her... I guess now's a good a time as any, right?
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