We all must do our part [active]

[paixaomayor.livejournal.com]

Character(s): Mayor Marcus Praetoris and whoever is going to be irksome to him
Content: True to his word, the mayor is out cleaning up the snow.
Setting: Paixao Central Station
Time: Throughout the day, week 37
Warnings: Probably a snarky mayor avoiding conversation. With a swarm of guards lurking if anyone tries to get rough with him to possibly swoop in. IDK, the mayor might let you punch him.

OOC Notes: Multiple people can tag! Separate comment chains for separate instances, please! Tags will prob be slow as my notifs are wonky.



Bundled up in warm clothing and armed with a shovel, Mayor Marcus Praetoris stood working amongst a swarm of other citizens. And by citizens, that of course meant his guards, because it wasn't often that Praetoris was so very out in the open, and neither he nor his guards were going to risk his exposure to the unruly Outsiders without protection.

He worked throughout the day, only taking short breaks to catch his breath, before returning to the train tracks and resuming shoveling the snow off of them.

Approach him if you wish. The other blondes around him will only peer at you, unless of course you do something crazy like try to kill him.

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[cowardly-hero.livejournal.com]

Timon felt ridiculous in his snowshoes but they had proven useful and served their purpose well. By some string of luck and Tinkerbell’s brilliant craftsmanship he had successfully managed to walk on top of the snow opposed to through it as he had before. Why, he could even walk properly donning the shoes unlike the awkward waddling and hopping he had previously partaken in. The walk itself, however, had been long and uncomfortable for him. The meerkat wished he had brought a blanket or lion along with him, something warm to wear or hide in. It was not as though Kovu had used his mane for anything of much use lately anyway. What did he care if Timon borrowed it, or rather burrowed in it, for a short period?

Suddenly he stopped in his tracks.

Marco. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief and stared at the man ahead busy at work. When he had heard the Mayor would be clearing the tracks he never imagined he would actually find Marcus, well, doing just that! Oturo had been impossible to catch, which was why Timon had suspected Marcus to be of little difference. What a pleasant surprise. Oddly happy to see the man, which was certainly a first, Timon decided to approach him.
“Marco!” Timon hollered, the swarm of guards which surrounded hnim having by no means intimidated him. “Didn’t think I’d see you out here. And here I thought you never left the office.”

[paixaomayor.livejournal.com]

Oh, lovely. The meerkat.

Praetoris sighed. He kept shoveling.

"I said I would be out here," he replied. "There's a lot of work to be done; I can't simply ask others to do something I myself wouldn't do."

[cowardly-hero.livejournal.com]

“Now there’s a surprise. And here I thought you were all talk.” He glanced over at Marcus’ bodyguards and frowned. “Oh, you brought your goons along too, huh?” Goons who could not appear to take their eyes off him it seemed. Not that they could be blamed… “What are you lookin’ at?” he snapped at them, as though it had not been obvious. “We’re talkin’ here.” At least, Timon indeed to talk.

Placing both paws on his hips, Timon looked up at Praetoris expectantly. There was no ignoring him now. “You’re not walkin’ your way outta this one. I still got grubs to pick with you.” Because he didn’t pick bones, bones were gross.

[paixaomayor.livejournal.com]

He waved his guards to ignore the meerkat and focus on their work. He doubted that the meerkat could do much harm.

"And what 'grubs' would those be?" he asked with a sigh.

[cowardly_hero]

Timon rolled his eyes. “Oh, like you don’t know. I mean, you only locked everyone inside the city! You know what that makes us? Prisoners! Actually… That makes us double prisoners. You can’t do that! There’s no way I’m trapped in a city and a castle. I got my rights and I demand an explanation.”