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aefenglom2020-02-08 09:56 pm
clickclickbang) wrote in aefenglom2020-02-08 09:56 pm
Entry tags:
005 | Video
Name: Prompto Argentum
Date: 2/8
Format: video
[In the background of this video, there's the (relatively) hushed sounds of a certain Sun King's voice, trying to get someone to stop and rest, as she should. He's being met with growls of "I'm busy!" along with some pots and pans clanging and chopping as she’s clearly trying to make Something. It might be a stew? There's still the remains of a varied breakfast and food packages that were just set on the table. Pointing this out does not appear to be much of a deterrent.
While all that’s going on, Prompto just sort of. Gives the camera a Look.]
So, I was going to let everyone know that hey, I'm back, Insomniac Delivery is back up and running, please do not try to eat my chocobo, photos will be back soonish, et cetera et cetera, but Caren dropped some interesting information at breakfast this morning and that takes priority. So.
[Pause for effect. An effect that is likely somewhat spoiled as more extreme measures of putting things on higher shelves is met with highly vocal protests decrying it as an unfair move.]
Apparently Dorchacht used to be a monster city.
[Yet another pause for further effect. And also a drink of coffee because boy, does Prompto need the (sugary, creamy, mostly everything but coffee) caffeine this morning.]
So, according to Caren's...contact? Before Drummond or whoever came around, witches lived in a separate part of the city because they were considered the dangerous ones. They said they treated the witches fairly and I'm pretty sure it'd be hard to treat people worse than how Dorch was when we got there, but, uh, maybe take that part with a grain of salt?
[And of course, in the midst of Prompto trying to explain, he’s interrupted by the menace in the background.]
This also could have been centuries ago so- no, I don't want tea. I don't feel like being drugged today, thank you!
That's not what-- [He lets it go. It's not that important right now. He plucks a ladle away from Caren.] It sounds as though they avoided the consequences of full moons without Bonds, but still engaging with one another.
[Prompto is just gonna ignore all that going on in the background. This is important. And also Ozy can handle Caren better than he can, let’s be real.]
They also told Caren about where Monsters and Witches came from, according to Dorchacht's lore, and what the Cwyld is...sort of. At least why it's a thing.
It's different from what they tell us here. According to their story, the Sisters freed the monsters from the True Fae and...Ozymandias! Don't put my knives there!
[And there she goes, back into the background. Specifically, onto the counter to save her knives. Her efforts are near-immediately spoiled as Ozymandias loops an arm around her middle and tosses her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.]
You're only going to confuse everyone worrying about something like that right now. If you’re not going to rest, at least focus. [He brings Caren back into view, setting her down, but keeping a firm arm wrapped around her. It would probably be a very nice hug under other circumstances.] What Caren was trying to say is that the True Fae then angered the Sisters by teaching humans magic. Thus, they created the Cwyld as punishment for their insolence.
Prompto, I trust you can manage from here. I'm going to remove the temptation to continue trying to cook.
[He barely waits for an answer before opting this time to at least princess carry Caren.
Prompto, meanwhile, stares in utter bafflement as they go off because that sure is a Witch princess carrying a freaking Chimera. Just for a moment, though, before he turns back to the watch.]
Yeah, what Ozy said. Anyway, uh. That was a lot, but there were other things Caren’s contact mentioned, but this is already pretty nuts so...any questions?
[[Prompto, Ozymandias, Caren. All three are available for questions!]]
Date: 2/8
Format: video
[In the background of this video, there's the (relatively) hushed sounds of a certain Sun King's voice, trying to get someone to stop and rest, as she should. He's being met with growls of "I'm busy!" along with some pots and pans clanging and chopping as she’s clearly trying to make Something. It might be a stew? There's still the remains of a varied breakfast and food packages that were just set on the table. Pointing this out does not appear to be much of a deterrent.
While all that’s going on, Prompto just sort of. Gives the camera a Look.]
So, I was going to let everyone know that hey, I'm back, Insomniac Delivery is back up and running, please do not try to eat my chocobo, photos will be back soonish, et cetera et cetera, but Caren dropped some interesting information at breakfast this morning and that takes priority. So.
[Pause for effect. An effect that is likely somewhat spoiled as more extreme measures of putting things on higher shelves is met with highly vocal protests decrying it as an unfair move.]
Apparently Dorchacht used to be a monster city.
[Yet another pause for further effect. And also a drink of coffee because boy, does Prompto need the (sugary, creamy, mostly everything but coffee) caffeine this morning.]
So, according to Caren's...contact? Before Drummond or whoever came around, witches lived in a separate part of the city because they were considered the dangerous ones. They said they treated the witches fairly and I'm pretty sure it'd be hard to treat people worse than how Dorch was when we got there, but, uh, maybe take that part with a grain of salt?
[And of course, in the midst of Prompto trying to explain, he’s interrupted by the menace in the background.]
This also could have been centuries ago so- no, I don't want tea. I don't feel like being drugged today, thank you!
That's not what-- [He lets it go. It's not that important right now. He plucks a ladle away from Caren.] It sounds as though they avoided the consequences of full moons without Bonds, but still engaging with one another.
[Prompto is just gonna ignore all that going on in the background. This is important. And also Ozy can handle Caren better than he can, let’s be real.]
They also told Caren about where Monsters and Witches came from, according to Dorchacht's lore, and what the Cwyld is...sort of. At least why it's a thing.
It's different from what they tell us here. According to their story, the Sisters freed the monsters from the True Fae and...Ozymandias! Don't put my knives there!
[And there she goes, back into the background. Specifically, onto the counter to save her knives. Her efforts are near-immediately spoiled as Ozymandias loops an arm around her middle and tosses her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.]
You're only going to confuse everyone worrying about something like that right now. If you’re not going to rest, at least focus. [He brings Caren back into view, setting her down, but keeping a firm arm wrapped around her. It would probably be a very nice hug under other circumstances.] What Caren was trying to say is that the True Fae then angered the Sisters by teaching humans magic. Thus, they created the Cwyld as punishment for their insolence.
Prompto, I trust you can manage from here. I'm going to remove the temptation to continue trying to cook.
[He barely waits for an answer before opting this time to at least princess carry Caren.
Prompto, meanwhile, stares in utter bafflement as they go off because that sure is a Witch princess carrying a freaking Chimera. Just for a moment, though, before he turns back to the watch.]
Yeah, what Ozy said. Anyway, uh. That was a lot, but there were other things Caren’s contact mentioned, but this is already pretty nuts so...any questions?
[[Prompto, Ozymandias, Caren. All three are available for questions!]]
--> private;
S'true, whatever we Mirrorbound are doing isn't quite what their dreamwalkers are. But for want of any better place to start on it, that's one.
[He's silent a moment, then more quietly, and privately,] Avoiding nightmares? Or something else?
--> private;
Maybe some of the witches who've been here for awhile can tell us something.
[She sighed, quietly.]
Protecting. Just...protecting them.
private ∞;
Just...protecting them, she says, and Myr breathes out a sigh. Oh, he understands that.]
I'll not join the voices trying to take you off your watch, then. [Because she's getting enough of that from all comers, from little he's been able to hear before those conversations--presumably--go private like this one.] But my waking hours are odd enough I'd never mind keeping it with you, if you want the company.
[She did him the same service once, after all.]
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Thank you. I've been nagged and scolded all sorts of directions.
It's enough to give me a headache. But if you don't mind the cold or...rowdy boys...you're always welcome Myr.
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Of course. Even when it's done in love it's still nagging, [with sympathetic warmth.
He's been there. He also trusts that those closer to her than he is will get her to rest, so what even is the point in upsetting her further by adding to the chorus.]
Good luck I don't mind either, being a little of the latter myself. [fauns.] So I'll be glad to drop by.
What's your favorite thing to eat you don't cook yourself? [He's going to be cheerfully brazen about this.]
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Naturally. I may not be used to it, but I know when I hear nagging.
[A huff, but still!]
You, I'm sure, can settle down for more then five seconds. But what I like to eat...
...I suppose if it isn't sweets, it'd be mapo tofu? I haven't had that since I arrived.
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Oh, yes. My record was seven and a half, last I timed myself. [Tongue so far in cheek.
But, sooth! A favorite food--]
I've never heard of that. What goes into it?
[If he could take notes, he'd be taking them now.]
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Seven and a half seconds, or seven and a half nags?
[So smooth! But...hm.]
It's more or less simple. Tofu, pork, hot chili sauce, black bean sauce, cornstarch, green onions. cilantro...
But I haven't found a good hot sauce, and pork is too expensive.
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Hmm. Not good because it's not hot enough, or?
[Pork prices. He'd have to check into pork prices. There were boars out in the Wilde, weren't there?] And what's tofu?
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[Yeah she isn't sure either. Maybe it's one where you stop them in the middle of one or run away before you hear the rest. But the hot sauce thing...hm.]
It's not the right kind of heat. It's not based on the chili peppers that go well with it, or the hot peppers, but vinegar based. That doesn't work.
Tofu is based off of the soybean plant, but it's been crushed and made into this almost pudding like texture. But it doesn't have much flavor of its own so-it's great for soaking in flavors.
And of course, this would go on top of rice, which is...a grain that's difficult to cultivate. I can't see any reason for Aefenglom or any of the cities to have access to it.