o8 . clockhouse summer

[clocktowers]

Who: clocktowers, housemates, and visitors.
What: The usual bonding, mingles, and chaos.
When: June
Where: Gaze

Comments

[megatheorem]

[Damn, check out this fucked up dog. No, Palamedes has seen a direwolf before, although the last one was Sansa's Lady cowering under a snack table at his party, so that experience was mildly different from looking up over the back of this cow's head to see this... this display. This moment. Palamedes didn't know what a dog person was until now, when this old man teaches him the precise opposite.

Huh!]

You know, I was starting to think he made it up when he said other people lived here. [the dog was unsupervised!!!] But yes— hi, that's me. I'm Palamedes.

[Rio, for her part, trills curiously and takes a few waddling steps towards the direwolf, to which Palamedes has the foresight to mumble to her, this time:] No bumping.

[Perhaps she will obey. Who can say.]

Are you the mentor? Sorry; he only told me one name, and you don't look like a Ruby.

[clocktowers]

[ Ozpin, finally abandoning pretense, goes to unclip the leash. Snow the great white direwolf remains locked onto their visitors— visitor and Omen?— until the moment Ozpin releases him, and then he shoots forward to loom over Rio, wagging stiffly.

Oz leaves them to their greeting, only a little bit openly concerned, and turns back to Palamedes. ]

No, Ruby is... rather distinctive. [ He quirks a smile, fond in the way of someone openly dragging a beloved relative. Also, he offers a gloved hand to shake. ] That would be me, yes. Ozpin. It's a pleasure to meet you, Palamedes.

[megatheorem]

[Rio is going to go in for the bump (affectionate) as soon as Palamedes glances away from her, make no mistake. She has a favorite method of showing approval, and it's putting her head on or into personal space, wolf space included.

Palamedes does not offer a hand, for his part. Ahem.]

Of course. And sorry; I don't shake hands when the psychometry is going sideways. [He offers, instead, a thumbs up. That's the same, right.] For everyone's sake.

I'll owe you one. What do you mentor in?

[clocktowers]

Of course. [ The thumbs up is certainly suited to a household populated by Ruby Rose and company. Ozpin tips his head in acknowledgment, openly amused. ]

Oscar looks to me for guidance in a number of difficult matters. [ This is pleasantly vague and mysterious. ] But to much of Trench, I take an interest in training young people to face the threats of this world. It is the duty of Hunters to face the Beasts... just as I trained Huntsmen to stand against the monsters of our own world.

[ Only a little undermined by the way Snow circles back to body-check him in the knees, which makes Ozpin stumble and smooth his suitfront down again. Nailing it. ]