Week Two

[letsplayamod]

Okay, maybe it hasn't been so easy. You've been enjoying a relatively pleasant time here with your fellow gods and Athena, only for a disgruntled Titan to seemingly pull the rug out from under that.

Despite the immediate threat from a hidden foe, you've managed to stave off their first attack. However, even if the grass may seem greener this week, or the sky a bit clearer, Athena can barely hide her troubled feelings. If this experiment is to be a success, what has to happen to make it that way?

You're all alive, though. That's worth celebrating, isn't it?

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[markofnobility]

[Thankfully 4:30 isn't THAT early for Ferdinand. He was certainly still asleep, but he probably would have been up in an hour more, tops. Omega will have to put up with his morning freshening up though, sorry buddy]

This is a good idea! Who knows when those soldiers could show up again.

[eeeonetwothree]

[ Hope you’re okay with Omega standing RIGHT BEHIND YOU as you freshen up, Ferdie. ]

HOW LONG IS THIS GOING TO TAKE?

[markofnobility]

[Be glad he's waiting to shower until after patrol and morning workout. Right now he's brushing his hair out]

If I do not comb my hair out it will tangle. Just a few more minutes.

[eeeonetwothree]

[ Omega sits there, annoyed with that explanation, for several moments, before grabbing at the comb. ]

YOU ARE GOING TOO SLOW. I SHALL DO IT, AS I HAVE DONE FOR MY ALLY ROUGE MANY A TIME.

[markofnobility]

[He startles, looking about to argue. Then looks at his mane of hair. It IS a hassle to handle on his own.]

Hm. Very well. But if you pull too hard I will be very cross with you!

[eeeonetwothree]

[ Omega forcibly takes the comb, and...proceeds to give Ferdinand one of the best stylings of his life, with concessions for the limited time and resources. What can he say? Rouge has ridiculously high standards.

Once he's finished, he hands Ferdinand a mirror. ]

THERE YOU ARE. DOES IT SATISFY YOU, FERDINAND?

[markofnobility]

...well, color me quite impressed!

[He tilts the mirror here and there to see- he doesn't like to think of himself as vain, but he can't help but preen]

[eeeonetwothree]

[ Omega places both hands on his hips. ]

ROUGE EXPECTS NOTHING LESS THAN PERFECTION. I HAD TO BECOME AN EXPERT IF I WAS TO AID HER.

[ How can he do this but not wield a pen? Because he has special built in upgrades for fashion. You know, important stuff. ]

[markofnobility]

[He seems pleased by this answer.]

Learning skills for the sake of others is always admirable. But here, I have kept us from our task long enough.

[eeeonetwothree]

VERY WELL. LET US BE OFF.

[ And he practically hurries Ferdinand out the door. ]