[[Independent Ask/RP blog for Pronyma from Tales of Symphonia]] Attention, this mundane is slow. Rather slow. Hence replies will be as well. Also, submit is open, I just don't have a link to it.
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"Personal matters such as? I thought you had given up your position as Cardinal and ambitions, which was quite the disappointment. For now, at least. You're lucky that he's house trained."
"… I suppose that was uncharacteristically irresponsible of me, but I had personal matters to attend to. But it seems like he hasn’t done too much damage.”
#squintyevileyes#maybe Kvar was taking a long much needed vacation#I haven't been on Pronyma for a long time either#Pronyma Stelcian is not a dog
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It had been some time since the humans that had taken her in after she was abandoned and raised her like their own had died. Both had gotten rather sick as disease spread easily in the Meltokio slums and they unfortunately did not have a strong enough immune system to withstand it. She had no gald to her name and often times had to resort to stealing to feed herself.
Pronyma knew what some of the other women did to get by but there was no way in Efreet that she would degrade her body so. She would rather starve to death then accept such a fate of being used.
It was not often that outsiders traveled down into the slums (other than for tracking down cheap whores). The place reeked of death, disease, and despair - not somewhere that anyone would want to be willingly. She was perched on a crate when she saw a stranger walking through.
His appearance was pristine, obviously well kept and groomed. Someone that would perhaps have some gald in their pocket that probably would not be missed. Pronyma didn't enjoy stealing from other half elves, as this man clearly was, but there was no denying that he was better off than her.
She jumped off the crate and started walking deliberately so she would "accidentally" bump into the man. In that brief moment after collision where he tried to get back his bearing, her fingers worked quick and with a light touch to dive into his pocket. She hid back a smile as she felt some coin.
Satisfied, she slid it into her own pocket carefully and continued walking onwards. She had gotten rather confident at stealing that she had no suspicion that he could have realized what she just did.
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A confident smirk clearly visible on her face, Pronyma entered the room to greet her new ‘pet’. She was not surprised to find the purple collar she had selected was on the floor as he sat up defiantly.
"Now, Lor-. No, that doesn’t sound right given the circumstances. So, Kratos, are you going to play along nicely for this or am I going to have to play the role of the mean and strict master. You are only going to make it tougher on yourself by resisting. I also took the opportunity to find a fine pair of cat ears and tail to complement your collar." she picked up the discarded collar and dangled the items in front of him tauntingly.
Oh, how utterly delightful this was. Not just having power over someone but a seraphim in a higher station than herself. She never did liked Kratos. Not only was he close to Lord Yggdrasill but he was also a human.
Lucky Me ;>
5th person has my muse as their pet for week
Kratos, the tag dubbed him. If lost, please return to Pronyma.
Kratos tore it off his neck before she could enter the room. It was bad enough to be degraded to the position of pet, even worse to be owned by her, but worse still would be to do so with a dog’s collar around his neck. To be a pet in name and station was one thing, but to look like it before her? That was not a humiliation he wanted attached to his name.
She would find him sat, back straight and proud against the wall.

#ninthcompanion#continues to laugh forever#it's like Martelmas came early for Pronyma#you are so lucky it wasn't my mithos or he would have done him up in a skirt
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More than she ever wanted to know about Kvar's sexuality. Amusing but still somewhat disturbing.
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"At least, Rodyle acts like a regular person and true to himself. Besides, he's so old that he doesn't give a shit about what anyone else thinks. In your striving to remain professional all the time, you end up with very little of an actual personality. I could perhaps say that the angels of Welgaia are more animate."

Pronyma spoke frankly, not holding back anything. Of course, he wasn't always like this. Pushed the right buttons you could see the true Kvar come out but to do so was to tangle with his anger.
"Rodyle virtually acts like a child and joins in on your nonsense majority of the time, I am lucky to get a few mature conservation come out of him and actually stop him from a lot of potential activities…"
It was quite easy to make fun of Kvar in that regard, he was easy to disturb. Once a small thing set him off that he wasn’t used to, he would become cross.
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"Oh? Getting soft in your old age? It's strange to hear such sentiments coming from your mouth." whether he was actually being sincere, it was unclear, but nevertheless amusement lifted her smile. "You can tell me that again. My whole life has been nothing but being surrounded by men and being subjected to objectification and belittlement" No major womanly figures involved n her life whatsoever.
Crazy dragon man.
"And I am glad to hear it. At your age, boys are nothing but trouble." He smirked. It was difficult to tell from his tone whether he was mocking her or actually adopting any paternal feelings.
Not completely alone. He’s just the equivalent of a crazy cat lady.
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"I could smell that swine a mile away. Don't try to blame it on him though I know full well of his fascination with my breasts." More so, making fun of her female parts. Men, how typical.
"That was Magnius and you know it, Pronyma." Or was it. There were some annual parties where Magnius saw fit to get him as drunk as possible to try to win out over their drinking contest.
It’s never worked, though.
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"And I believe that was only due to Rodyle being up to his tricky schemes and spiking the alcohol for shits and giggles. Should I also mention the one day you were so drunk that you pressed your face against my chest and asked if they were real?"
"Is that so? I seem to recall a certain someone passing out before Magnius did last All Angel’s Day."
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"Uncalled for? How about we say the truth? Do you know the number of times I would listen to you lecture and you sounded so incredibly dull? Almost mechanical practically."
"Pronyma, that is absolutely uncalled for."
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"Please, I am not a child." she rolled her eyes. "And I can hold my alcohol very well, mind you."
"And I’ve been serving you alcohol all these years." Forcystus tuts softly.
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"I am well over that phase, Rodyle." she was unphased and unamused. Maybe at one time Pronyma would gladly blur those divisions but she could never forgive for the way she died. Even she had some class.
A sad little old man forever alone.
"In which case, are you not counting ‘boss’ as ‘coworker?’ Or is that a mess you’d be happier making than avoiding?"
He’s no one’s type. He’s Rodyle.
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She must be the baby cardinal indeed - well at least it spoke of how talented she was at such a young age.
"Hundred and ten." she replied coolly.

W-well, if he looks older than 500 he must be in a truly sad state of dress.
"I’m one hundred and sixty." And a half. “And you?”
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"500." she laughed. She really had no idea but it didn't matter, at least to her in any case.

"Just how old do you think I am?"
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"Indeed. Besides getting involved with coworkers are utterly messy. Sometimes it is too much to cross one's professional life with their personal. It could come back to bite them in the ass later"
She ain't interested in the Rodyle booty anyways so no disappointment here. He ain't her type.
"Of course. I simply wanted to make sure the air is clear between us."
It would be a fruitless pursuit anyway.
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"Perhaps." she said with a smirk on her face
"Is that meant to imply that I do?"
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"Oh, I bet you are up their in age with Rodyle. You two must sit in rockingchairs and talking about all the young'uns causing trouble." she teased. Pronyma was well aware that he wasn't that old but nevertheless it was always fun making fun of Kvar.
"Pronyma I am older than you, not ancient. But you are correct, that is the biggest reasoning."
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*ahem* coughs softly "Ah, no, nothing at all. Besides I thought that you were dedicated to raising your dragons rather than pursuing any...relationships."
Pronyma… do you have something you want to tell me?
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