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All this bad blood here: Open job post!

Who: Caren and you!
When: After the War, 4/20-4/30
Where: Graupera, Gresser, Palamede
What: Job stuff, including getting yelled at, meeting Servants, all that jazz.
Rating: Pretty sure we got into Rated R for fetish talk and violent thoughts in the Gilgamesh thread there

I: Vessel of hope

[It was an unusual request, but she didn't think it would be one that she could by pass. While there were some parts of the order and the church that she held in contempt, she was a priestess, through and through. Her offering was a simple one, a plain boat with a puffin candle, white and sheltered by slender glass.

A touch of mana lights it with a murmured word. And when the sun goes down, she's there with the rest of the crowd. Her boat is set down, and she starts to sing.

It's a surprisingly lovely, sweet voice-and her singing is in Latin. They are hymns, songs of mourning and blessing, things that one might hear at a funeral.

Her eyes flick to anyone who approaches. She may cease, continue until she is finished, or start singing instead 'Amazing Grace' as an invitation for anyone to join her, if they so wish.]

II: A six pack is worth a thousand pictures

A

Ah. That would be perfect.

[She nods to herself, as she focuses with her camera. This is an odd thing to take a photo off...perhaps it is of a hay bale, a plate of food, or a child crying after falling on their knees and skinning it. Really weird pictures like that. But it's not the only things she's taking a picture of. See that fountain? She's pointing you, hero, to stand underneath it.]

If you don't mind? I'd like a picture of you under the spray. I think it would be very appealing.

B

[She's hungry, but she as to pay for her meal before she has to actually gets anything. She's frowning at the riddle she was offered. It's rather...well, it's not a bad one, but she doesn't want to give up either. It's down on a piece of paper, and she's staring at it, as if it will give it answers.]

I know the answer. Just...need a moment.

[She scowls down at the paper. The locals, at least, seem amused by her. She's intelligent enough, but mostly she's stuck. She needs some orange juice or something to get her brain working but noooo, stupid town rule won't let her have it.]

III: Rebuild Palamede!

A

[She had been moping, as the usual. She was not a strong woman as things went, but she could clean. She was used to it, as things went, but the fact that the local that was showing her around didn't want to come in here...she respected that, and didn't press, for once. Caren could be surprisingly compassionate to those in need.

Which did not mean she would be so nice to those passing by. If anyone tried to walk through her recently washed floor for example...all it would take was a twist of her wrist, and she'd fling mop water at their head. With the mop.

This is slightly better than having her try and recruit someone to help her clean.]

B

[Caren hadn't asked for this. Her face was impassive as the man in front of her-heavier by over a hundred pounds, taller than a foot, maybe more. His mouth was hitched in a permanent smirk on one side, due to scarring. And, he seemed, he didn't have anything to laugh about. People had been hurt. And these heroes, these people God selected were supposed to keep them safe! They were supposed to do better then this!

There was a crowd forming because of this. And while Caren had been singing hymns and other things earlier, she had been heading in for a break. But now...

She watched him, and slowly brought a hand up to wipe at the spittle on her face. She was smiling, a little. Maybe someone wants to watch or...try to step in before something terrible happens.]

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[Mop, mop, mop. Mop, mop, mop.

Let's just say that when Gilgamesh graciously offered his aid to Palamede, this wasn't exactly the sort of service he had in mind. He's been frowning for hours now, an impressive enough feat in itself, grumbling about mistreatment and how no King of Heroes should be reduced to the level of janitorial duties, and yet he continues to wash away. Maybe he's got nothing better to do. Maybe it's cathartic, in a sense, just swishing back and forth like that.

Or maybe there's something off about his company. About the girl next to him that he's been trying to discern on the sly. His red eyes occasionally flit over to hers, studying, until finally he decides the subtle approach isn't working and he may as well introduce himself in typical Gilgamesh fashion. So he marches over, opens his mouth wide, and...]

Woman, do I know you from someWAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

[...proceeds to slip and fall all over her freshly mopped floor. Whoops.]

[Mop mop mop. Swish mop.

She had been going about the task without thinking too hard about what she was going about. Mostly, because it was soothing, and gave her a chance to possibly hear the screams and sobbing of people in the other wings, and sometimes even on the streets.

But Caren had known he was here. Her servant, her property. Not even coming up to check on her and seeing how she was. Just...peeking at her, like a little boy with a crush. And then finally, he makes his move.

Which is sadly typical of him. Caren stares down at him with a cool gaze, not caring that he was on the floor one bit.

In fact...she lifted her foot, and very deliberately planted it on his chest.]

I'm going to have to clean that again, no thanks to you.

[She's very clearly miffed. Hence why she presses down with her foot carefully.]

I like you better as a child. You might not be as powerful, but you're far more clever.

[...oh. This is new. Gilgamesh, be it by instinct or by some buried desire for this sort of lasciviousness, stills beneath Caren's foot. He blinks at her, a bit wide-eyed, a bit cowed. He can already tell that despite her size she had plenty of attitude to make up for it, but it still manages to be surprising enough he doesn't bite back. Not quite yet, anyway. Instead, he asks again:]

Are we acquainted somehow?

[Very clearly miffed, sure, but Gilgamesh doesn't appear affected at all. Her supposed Servant was as oblivious to others as ever.]

[Blonds have more fun, don't they? Or they're just...anyway. She's just going to enjoy the look on his face for a few moments.]

I would certainly hope so.

[She quirks her eyebrow at him.]

For Gilgamesh, king of heroes, is my Servant. I remember how you feel underneath my foot quite well.

[Pause.]

That's you, isn't it?

It is.

[And, as a reminder of their differences in strength, Gilgamesh sits up and easily brushes that foot aside. As a Queen, he wasn't exactly made of muscle, but he would nonetheless prove more than a match for a Pawn. And a tiny one, at that. Not content with mulling about on the floor, he stands to his feet and retrieves his mop.]

I am no Servant of yours, however. Though I do acknowledge it likely we originate from the same world.

[He looks at her expectantly now, near demandingly. Falling into a familiar persona.]

Give me your name, then. I will make any determinations of familiarity.

[She steps back when he sits up, not wanting to make a fool of herself and falling onto her backside. There are better ways to do it, difference in rank or no.]

Not yet.

[It's not a threat, but a statement of fact as she turns her back on him, back to the bucket and mop, ringing out excess water.]

It's already clear how familiar you are with me, so there is no need for such declarations. Don't waste your breath. Or mine.

[Fine, then. He'll go back to mopping too... as passively-aggressively as he possibly can. Without all the passive parts, as he stares sourly at that fated spot where he took a spill. Time to buff it extra good so some sap can take an even worse stumble than he did. Maybe her if she happens to misstep. Wouldn't that be dreadful?]

And yet without a name, I am forced to call you what I find most fitting: wretch.

[Oh, it's on.]

....heh.

[Oh. Really. He wants to play that game, does he? She offers a small chuckle, and her lips curve into a smile. Oh, if only Lancer were here right now and aware of the same things she was. He would have enjoyed this. He would have enjoyed this very much, like any other dog seeing another one being put in its place.

For she shifts her grip on the mop handle, and without preamble...goes to jab its end right against his unprotected backside.]

I'm sorry. Could you repeat yourself? I didn't hear you.

[Gilgamesh proves faster on the uptake, however! He spins around quick, and blocks with his own mop. Eyes flashing in challenge, daring her to try it again, or to do worse. Would this be the ultimate showdown between cleaning devices?! Stay tuned, folks, it's sure as hell getting awfully heated awfully fast.]

Wretch.

[This probably isn't what those quest givers meant when they said to rebuild the town... oh, well.]

[Ah, he wasn't a good Servant for nothing. Her smile widens. Cleaning for towns folk, acting like heroes? Nah. Someone have pity on those poor quest givers, or the townsfolk.]

That's what I thought. Bastardo.

[And that's the opening for her to flick the other end-the dirty, possibly bloodstained end with all of the drippy water-right at his face. Someone come on by and grab the popcorn, they might be at this for awhile.]

[He's had worse thrown in his face, unfortunately. Gilgamesh just endures it, staring straight at her, unimpressed. And while he could retaliate in a most violent way, a way that would leave her choking on her own entrails, he leans back instead. Leans on the handle of said mop and just casually reminds her:]

Truly, if you know of me, you know I am not the sort to hold back on account of some obstinate woman.

[Which was his way of telegraphing to her that she was starting a fight she couldn't win. He shakes his finger, scoldingly.]

One last time. Your name. You will provide it, or I will provide a sure and swift beatdown for your insult and disrespect.

[Gilgamesh, you're no fun. She raises her eyebrows, twisting the mop so it rests on the ground again, leaning on it.]

I'm aware. And I'm aware that you're being entirely disrespectful towards me.

[She rolls her eyes towards him, before turning away again. He's delivering a warning for a beat down? She really doesn't care. She might even enjoy it.

...she would enjoy it.]

You don't even say please.

[Just for you, Caren.]

Please.

[Now pony up or get ready to hit the floor. Like, murderously so, not stepping it to some sick beats.]

That's better.

[She turns right around, and puts her mop aside, folding her arms under her chest.]

Caren Ortensia. Caren Kotomine doesn't have the same ring to it.

[There's something interesting about her name, alright—not the first part, but the last. It has his features evening out a little, a good sign that his focus has shifted for the better. Kirei had surely mentioned a child at one point to him, or else he knew of it over their bond, but to think this was her in the flesh...

It has him curious. And the slightest bit uneasy.]

You are his daughter?

I am.

[She still has her arms folded under her chest, still watching him. She's not surprised at his reaction. Kirei and him...it had been quite the relationship.

Or still is, even cut off from one another.]

I never had the pleasure of seeing him after he gave me away.

[Pleasure...right.]

Was "pleasure" the word you intended to use?

[Maybe they were meant for each other after all. Gilgamesh appears to have caught onto that lingering resentment, makes a joke of it. He doesn't press, however; the knowledge itself is enough. He shoots her somewhat of an assessing look and, while undoubtedly she has a trace of the Kotomine devil inside of her, Gilgamesh ultimately determines she doesn't pose much of a threat. She may keep her life for now.

Gilgamesh mutters an incantation under his breath and lifts their bucket with a bit of psionics, turning to move on.]

We've cleaned this area thoroughly enough. Let us go.

[Really, it's a test. Did she prefer to lead, or follow?]

That is the word normal people would use, is it not?

[There's a small trace of a smile, a small measure of approval. Good, he caught on. He's not completely useless. She'll work with him for now.

And that he has already gotten himself to a useful rank. With a small sound, she passes him, her hand nearly ghosting by his side, by his arm.

Just a test. She's missed teasing him. If nothing else, she can always depend on a reaction, one or the other from the Golden Bull.]

This way. This section could use a through cleaning, and your greater height will be useful.

[Does she pass his test?]

[As if your bloodline's anything like normal, Gilgamesh just barely keeps himself from saying.

Gilgamesh doesn't shy from her touch. If anything he's subtly attracted to it, to the pull of a woman who knows what she wants. It is doubtful she would ever hold his leash, ever even did despite her claims, but so long as she proves herself to be of some use he won't question her methods too much. They thought alike in that regard.

It also cannot be denied that, no matter how much he'd argue otherwise, he enjoyed a good tease from a pretty face.]

Oh? Are you intending to stand on my shoulders, then?

[It may be another challenge. It may not.]

I was thinking of sitting on your face.

[Though if he said anything about her bloodline, she would have smirked. He's all too right, in some ways he isn't even aware of. It would take time, she thought but...she would bind him to her again, slowly, surely, until he doesn't want to leave. Or proved himself predictable and boring.

Or amusing to kill. No wonder they got along so well, even as she peered up at him, straight faced. She might be teasing him, challenging him. She might not.]

[This escalated quickly.]

Is that some form of fetish?

[Wouldn't be the first time he's heard of it, to be honest. Gilgamesh trails after her back nonetheless and idly imagines spearing her through with a sword. Her father certainly would've enjoyed that kind of feral play. She'd bleed all the more, too, being such a puny thing... ah, but did she suspect that from him? From the child she asserted to have met? From someone so different, Gilgamesh could not even begin to compare the two, despite being the same person?

Rest assured, he's not following her out a sense of duty to the task. Rather, he's following her because he suspects she has many answers he yet lacks.]

[That way she wouldn't get thrown off. This totally makes sense to her.

But not to greedy desperate Servants, it seems. Who could part her flesh so easily, with slow use of his sword or dagger? Too bad the nails would only cause streaks but not her death.]

Yes and no.

[She cast a look over her shoulder, her expression completely closed off. Don't stop and take away her fun, Gilgamesh. She'll have to start choking or stabbing you to relief some of her boredom.]

It is a form of oral satisfaction, but it also can come under the umbrella known as 'femdom'.

[Then she adds:]

I may recall a cache of magazines dealing in such matters underneath your bed.

[Lying? She might be. Why? Because she wants to see what he'll do.]

[Femdom. Was this truly a conversation that he, the King of Heroes, must entertain? But if she's trying to unsettle him, it won't work. He rolls with the punches and, since she's asking, he'll answer with the calmest of heads upon his shoulders.]

You may not, as your mouth reeks of deceit. I know a thief's hands by heart, and yours were not present.

[Note how he didn't actually address whether or not this was an interest, and whether or not said magazines even existed. It does get him thinking, however.]

Is that how you prefer your men? Subservient to you in every way?

[Hey, she's not the one who plays H games. She's mostly fooling around at this point as she looks for a place to start cleaning. She actually does want to put him to work.]

Having a pleasure in all things...is that not what you seek?

[She's not saying she's a liar, but he didn't say no to femdoming either. Her mouth curls into a smirk.]

If that were true, I would be boring. Though having my collar around your throat and choking the breath out of you would be...satisfying.

I am afraid that is a privilege you must first earn, little Master.

[Again, he isn't explicitly refusing... but his tone makes it very clear this line of questioning has drawn to an end and he won't be discussing his personal interests at length. Not today, at least, not with her, not until she's shown she deserves the "privilege" of a King's bed.

Gilgamesh claims the first bold move by grabbing her by the hand. He tugs her towards some dirty windows with scaffolding set up and tools laid out, ostensibly by whoever came before them. He's grown weary of mopping, so for now he's going to change their routine up a little.

He's also planning something, but that won't be obvious quite yet. All part of the game, of course.]

There. We will clean these.

[He sets his mop and bucket down, then moves with her in tow. Expecting her to come along.]

3A, let's say before the concert stuff happens

perfect

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they're talking about femdom and fetishes I guess I should cw this

Good call, cw for mention of h games, choking, collars

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