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Who: Gilgamesh and you!
When: First Bloom Festival (February 7th—10th)
Where: Town Plaza
What: Gilgamesh celebrates the holiday in his own "special" way.
Rating: It's Gilgamesh. Anything could happen.
FLOWER CHILD.
[Gilgamesh had little use for flowers, though he did take the time to admire them on occasion within his own gardens. Here, they're all but forced upon him, shoved into his arms, spelled into his hair against his wishes for the sake of advertisement, they'd said, and as a result he looks like a very silly tyrant stamping his feet in the streets and grumbling about once again being bullied into menial tasks. It's a bit difficult to take him seriously with snowy white lilies falling off his ears, though.
And somehow they'd insisted it was for the good of all Heroes that he do this, and he didn't know about the rest of them but for the good of himself at least he was willing to hand out a few roses and smile like he meant it. He didn't. Admittedly after awhile he finds he doesn't mind it so much, and even decides to use the flowers to his advantage, wooing pretty girls and flirting with gorgeous men and wasting the hours away holding onto those beautiful bouquets.
Eventually, Gilgamesh may even give you a rose... with the sincerest hopes you may choose to tip him generously with your colle, of course.]
LIGHT UP THE NIGHT.
[Gilgamesh settles down in the evenings to enjoy the lions on parade. The fireworks are mostly a bonus; he's fascinated by the mechanical animals, mostly, watching them move and dance, and he's reminded of home. It puts him in a very purposeful sort of mood, and thus Gilgamesh goes out seeking a member of crowd—anyone, really, whoever was nearest—to join him in the upcoming festivities.]
Come with me! Let us enjoy the rest together!
[And assuming they didn't protest too much, or even if they did, Gilgamesh finds a quiet spot in the snow to observe. In this case, he really did mean well. It just seemed awfully sad to indulge in this sort of thing alone, and Gilgamesh refused to appear as anything short of what he was: a splendid and beloved King.]
YOU AIN'T LION.
[Gilgamesh was taken enough with the mechanical lions, so imagine his great joy when the real ones come parading out. He cheers! He waves! He practically wriggles with excitement, in the best mood he's been since arriving. Lions were more than mere pets for the King. They were a symbol of his station, representative of all that he was—glorious, majestic, and strong. It takes some finagling, but once the demonstration ends he bribes one of the tamers for some private time with the animal.
And Gilgamesh looks ecstatic. He buries his face into the animal's mane and sighs, content. The lion appears comfortable; apparently he had a way with them.]
Such a beautiful beast. You were meant for more than this, you know.
[So a softer side to the tyrant reveals itself. Anyone happening by will see him utterly in his element. For the moment, he's much easier to approach.]
MONKEY BUSINESS.
H... hey! Get back here! Get back here this instant, you filthy mongrel!
[See that frantic blur of blonde hair rushing past? That was Gilgamesh, and he's currently engaged in a high speed pursuit with one of the finely dressed monkeys in town. It's made off with his wallet and Gilgamesh caught them right in the act, contrary to common rumor that oh, they're entirely harmless. Unfortunately, he's not quite fast enough to catch up and the clever thing just leads him around in circles, chittering in amusement to itself all the way.
Gilgamesh, needless to say, does not look amused at all. Out of breath, he winds up stumbling into you. But while you're there, maybe you can help?]
Assist me! If it's the two of us, we can certainly corner it!
[Give him a hand, or laugh at his misfortune? It's up to you.]
(( Got another prompt in mind? Come at me! Feel free to PM with any questions or ideas. ))
When: First Bloom Festival (February 7th—10th)
Where: Town Plaza
What: Gilgamesh celebrates the holiday in his own "special" way.
Rating: It's Gilgamesh. Anything could happen.
FLOWER CHILD.
[Gilgamesh had little use for flowers, though he did take the time to admire them on occasion within his own gardens. Here, they're all but forced upon him, shoved into his arms, spelled into his hair against his wishes for the sake of advertisement, they'd said, and as a result he looks like a very silly tyrant stamping his feet in the streets and grumbling about once again being bullied into menial tasks. It's a bit difficult to take him seriously with snowy white lilies falling off his ears, though.
And somehow they'd insisted it was for the good of all Heroes that he do this, and he didn't know about the rest of them but for the good of himself at least he was willing to hand out a few roses and smile like he meant it. He didn't. Admittedly after awhile he finds he doesn't mind it so much, and even decides to use the flowers to his advantage, wooing pretty girls and flirting with gorgeous men and wasting the hours away holding onto those beautiful bouquets.
Eventually, Gilgamesh may even give you a rose... with the sincerest hopes you may choose to tip him generously with your colle, of course.]
LIGHT UP THE NIGHT.
[Gilgamesh settles down in the evenings to enjoy the lions on parade. The fireworks are mostly a bonus; he's fascinated by the mechanical animals, mostly, watching them move and dance, and he's reminded of home. It puts him in a very purposeful sort of mood, and thus Gilgamesh goes out seeking a member of crowd—anyone, really, whoever was nearest—to join him in the upcoming festivities.]
Come with me! Let us enjoy the rest together!
[And assuming they didn't protest too much, or even if they did, Gilgamesh finds a quiet spot in the snow to observe. In this case, he really did mean well. It just seemed awfully sad to indulge in this sort of thing alone, and Gilgamesh refused to appear as anything short of what he was: a splendid and beloved King.]
YOU AIN'T LION.
[Gilgamesh was taken enough with the mechanical lions, so imagine his great joy when the real ones come parading out. He cheers! He waves! He practically wriggles with excitement, in the best mood he's been since arriving. Lions were more than mere pets for the King. They were a symbol of his station, representative of all that he was—glorious, majestic, and strong. It takes some finagling, but once the demonstration ends he bribes one of the tamers for some private time with the animal.
And Gilgamesh looks ecstatic. He buries his face into the animal's mane and sighs, content. The lion appears comfortable; apparently he had a way with them.]
Such a beautiful beast. You were meant for more than this, you know.
[So a softer side to the tyrant reveals itself. Anyone happening by will see him utterly in his element. For the moment, he's much easier to approach.]
MONKEY BUSINESS.
H... hey! Get back here! Get back here this instant, you filthy mongrel!
[See that frantic blur of blonde hair rushing past? That was Gilgamesh, and he's currently engaged in a high speed pursuit with one of the finely dressed monkeys in town. It's made off with his wallet and Gilgamesh caught them right in the act, contrary to common rumor that oh, they're entirely harmless. Unfortunately, he's not quite fast enough to catch up and the clever thing just leads him around in circles, chittering in amusement to itself all the way.
Gilgamesh, needless to say, does not look amused at all. Out of breath, he winds up stumbling into you. But while you're there, maybe you can help?]
Assist me! If it's the two of us, we can certainly corner it!
[Give him a hand, or laugh at his misfortune? It's up to you.]
(( Got another prompt in mind? Come at me! Feel free to PM with any questions or ideas. ))
flower child
Ah-- somehow the sight was a little funny and she caught herself giggling. Although she doesn't doubt the difference in her personality may raise a few questions, she still approaches him with a smile.]
Are all of those yours [Because sure-- that many people would definitely give him flowers--] or are you trying to sell them?
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Still, he appears unwilling to start an altercation here, and so approaches warily in turn. Take his rose, you silly girl, or don't. He doesn't have all day. ...well, actually, he might, but he's going to at least pretend like he has better things to do with his time.]
You might say they chose me rather than the other way around.
[She seemed... different now. He peers at her closely. Perhaps too closely, Gilgamesh had zero understanding of personal space.]
Not going to throw another dart at me, are you?
[Gilgamesh looks suspicious. He doesn't trust anyone around here. He doesn't trust anyone period.]
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[There are so many and they're certainly very lovely. Fitting of a festival like this one.
She can't say she's used to being observed so closely- not that she doesn't have a good idea the reason why he's regarding her that way. Neither of them had a real chance to explain, although there was a good chance that Soma wouldn't have mentioned it either way. But Marie was a very different case. Although she knows he's wary of her, and probably not too fond of her all around, she chuckles and shakes her head with a smile.]
No of course not. You did very well back then. I wasn't sure how it would end.
[--she says, as though she were more of an observer than a competitor. Much less the spirited one he'd faced at that time.]
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Are you right in the head?
[Well, there's something to be said for not beating around the bush about it. Gilgamesh, ill-mannered King that he is, had no use for delicacy. He just stares at her like she's the one that's gone mad and demands explanation, and that's that.]
Acting so warm and friendly now... I was practically dueling an icebox back there. This switch in personality is particularly unattractive, woman.
[Maybe not even that so much that as particularly confusing. He's willing to hear her out, but if that prickly side rears its head again, it won't end well.]
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I suppose it must be confusing. Even I have trouble explaining it. This is the personality I was born with. However, as a part of a military project- another personality was created and implanted over this one. That's the person you dueled before.
But now we share this body. I'm sorry about the way she can act at times... she's really not so bad. But the military designed her, so there are a lot of things she lacks. Still- I think she's learning.
[All in all she felt like she was able to describe it fairly well. Of course- if he had questions then he could ask and she'd know what to add. But for the most part--]
That's the truth of it.
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Hmph. At least you have learned not to lie to your betters.
[Gilgamesh squints as if still skeptical, but ultimately turns away.]
I'm in need of a snack, then.
[But he lingers just a moment, glancing over his shoulder as if to invite her along... then strides on ahead, as confidently as he came. If she follows, he won't stop her.]
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Earlier-- you'd offered me one of your flowers, before I'd even had a chance to apologize. [The point?] I think you're a very kind person. [She folds her hands in front of her and smiles.] If you're still willing... I'd really like to have it. Of course, I'd be happy to pay you for it.
[Truthfully she'd wanted to from the beginning.]
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And Gilgamesh thinks she's a very foolish one to say as much, but it does give him pause. It's been a long time since the great tyrant King of Uruk was accused of compassion, and the novelty of it lowers his guard. His brow furrows, as if considering whether or not to grant such a silly request, but...
Well, it can't hurt anything. He has plenty of flowers, and she'd asked nicely enough.]
Very well.
[Gilgamesh fetches the same rose and holds it out to her. And maybe, for just a moment, those troubling red eyes of his really do look kind.]