04-30-2020, 05:22 PM
☆ HUNG PICTURES OF PATRON SAINTS UP ON MY WALL TO REMIND ME THAT I AM A FOOL. TELL ME WHERE I CAME FROM, WHAT I WILL ALWAYS BE: JUST A SPOILED LITTLE KID WHO WENT TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL —
In all honesty, Aurum found the weekly tasks that Selby had given out to be rather amusing. Rather than focusing on combat or the more practical, solid things, Selby had opted to give out tasks that were related to emotion, and growing. The proxy had rather enjoyed his own task of making a scrapbook, even if his book had ended up a little bit messy looking thanks to his clumsy paws. At least it would provide him memories for the future. Especially members of his former friends and family, who mostly seemed to be dropping like flies, much to his own horror. He shook that thought from his mind, however, not wanting to give himself in to the toxic little part that was constantly wailing in anguish thanks to recent events. He needed to remain strong, and one of the best ways to do that was to enjoy art, right? When Aurum had heard the task that had been given to Alaric, he had been... skeptical, to say the least. Alaric, although intelligent, had never really struck him as the particularly artistic type. As a result of this, the angel had half expected nothing to come of it. Not that he really would've blamed Alaric for shirking his task. The proxy truly wasn't sure that he would've been able to put together anything decent looking if he had been the one told to construct a sculpture.
Coming up beside Ivan when he spotted his darkly colored nephew, Aurum found himself letting out a low whistle as he inspected Alaric's sculpture. Sure, it may have been a little lumpy, and it may not have been as large a lion as he, but it was certainly still impressive. Far better than anything that he could've done, anyways. Tilting his head to one side, the angel thoroughly inspected it before speaking, tail flicking behind him, "Very nice work, Alaric. I wasn't sure you'd do it either, but it came out pretty well... I like the visage of it. Very familiar." He didn't really think that Alaric had taken inspiration from he in particular, but it was nice to be able to joke around and form a friendship with someone new. Overall, Alaric seemed to be very pleasant – at least from Aurum's experiences – and had always been fairly friendly to the winged lion, so he didn't feel uncomfortable making the joking remark.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM
#psychosocial.Coming up beside Ivan when he spotted his darkly colored nephew, Aurum found himself letting out a low whistle as he inspected Alaric's sculpture. Sure, it may have been a little lumpy, and it may not have been as large a lion as he, but it was certainly still impressive. Far better than anything that he could've done, anyways. Tilting his head to one side, the angel thoroughly inspected it before speaking, tail flicking behind him, "Very nice work, Alaric. I wasn't sure you'd do it either, but it came out pretty well... I like the visage of it. Very familiar." He didn't really think that Alaric had taken inspiration from he in particular, but it was nice to be able to joke around and form a friendship with someone new. Overall, Alaric seemed to be very pleasant – at least from Aurum's experiences – and had always been fairly friendly to the winged lion, so he didn't feel uncomfortable making the joking remark.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM
— Reggan