[semi-open] come, let's fly.

[babbylon]

Who: Gilgamesh and various characters
When: Following the latest dungeon.
Where: the Airy, around Polgar, possibly other places
What: Catch-all log for post-dungeon adventures.
Rating: I'll just slap this with the classic "Gilgamesh Deserves His Own Warning" warning. Mentions of rape in Adrasteius thread. Fetish and sex talk in the Kavi thread.

[Custom prompts are below. Feel free to PM me if you're interested in doing something aboard the Airy or in Polgar; I'd be happy to plot with you!]

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[avantguard]

[ UH ALRIGHT. She blinks a few times and stares, stupefied by his answer. Even the Alfersa seem to jump in the air at the volume and lack of shame in admitting such a thing. He's not actually part bull. THAT'S NOT SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF?? If she had a red cape though, maybe she would have used it as a target instead. She should probably stop thinking about being a matador and instead focus on Gil coming at her again with his head low.

Oops.

Her legs aren't cooperating this time, she's just as tired. Gil hits her side and this time BOTH OF THEM go tumbling across the ground, skidding across and struggling until the end. She's not unconscious but she's definitely light-headed. For the record, they definitely look like morons. Especially as Asuna shoves at his shoulders angrily and kicks her legs, trying to jab a knee into his gut. ]

Get off of me, you... ! You stupid bull!

[ Where is her sword?! SHE'LL KILL HIM. Actually, she doesn't need a sword.

THROWS A PUNCH AT HIS NOSE. ]

smh

[babbylon]

[And for a moment, it appears to be over. Gilgamesh appears to have achieved the desired outcome by pinning poor Asuna beneath him. He has his blade at the ready. He could cut her deep, or if he let go, he could even strangle her into submission. She was stubborn, he'd grant her that, but no human could hold out forever against deprivation of air. He has a sure path to victory, and now...]

OW!

[...and now, he's getting clocked squarely on the nose, rolling off in a hasty retreat and clutching his bloody face. He can't quite tell if anything's broken but it sure feels that way, though he refuses to do anything as pitiful as whimper. As a result, they both just kind of sit there as the Alfersa side-eye each other.

"Ah, I'd hate to say it, but..."

"Mm, he's a pig, but it's true."

"Draw!"]

D... draw?! Did you not see how I wrestled her down? I was on the verge of—

["Draw, you nasty ape! Be glad we don't pummel you ourselves!"

"Leave the lady be! In spirit, she was certainly the victor!"

Gilgamesh grumbles something under his breath, but it goes unheard and unheeded. The Alfersa rush to Asuna's aid and leave Gilgamesh groaning in the dirt. This was not what he wanted, not by a long shot, and yet... yet he's not as furious as he could be about it. If anything, it just confirmed that Asuna hadn't been wasting his time.

Asuna, definitively, was someone to keep an eye on. That and whoever had obviously been training her.]

dont shake your head at me

[avantguard]

[ At the sight of red, she nearly cheers but she's too angry at the position they're in and she's ready to throw another punch before he rolls off of her. She rolls away too, sitting on her heels and angling her body away from him. Stupid... idiot! Why is he getting on top of her? Ugh, he's infuriating. Everything about him pushed her buttons. Why did she even entertain the notion that he might actually be a decent person?!

He's bleeding though. She won. Those were the terms -- whoever drew first blood was the victor. So it's no surprise Asuna is arguing right along with Gil.

At nearly the same time, to boot. ]

What do you mean draw?! You didn't wrestle anything! The loser was supposed to be the one who─

[ They're just talking over each other. She had no idea the audience were the refs. In the end, she bites her tongue and throws scathing looks to Gil who looks very sad for himself in the dirt. She waves off the Alfersa, saying she's fine with an awkward smile. Just a little out of breath. If he wasn't such an insufferable oaf, she might have offered healing magic. ]

He's the one who's bleeding from the nose.

[ Which means she WON. She dusts off her clothes and then sheathes her sword loudly before crossing her arms. With the Alfersa standing at her flanks and Asuna standing straight, she looks like the leader of this girl troupe. Even if she's about a foot shorter. ]

I trust you are a man of your word? I drew first blood in this spar and you said you would take me more seriously from now on.

[babbylon]

It is a draw because I was quite capable of drawing blood first. I spared you.

[Gilgamesh clarifies before the argument can intensify. And it's true, he'd thought about it, thought about caving her skull in for the fun of it or running her through with his blade, which he was quite capable of doing... but then he'd be no better than a Berserker. Ultimately he'd resigned his victory in favor of mercy, as the kind of bloodshed he'd inflict was not the sort easily recovered from. Or at all.

Gilgamesh does get up, eventually, dusting himself off and wiping the blood from his mangled nose. He'll fix it later. For now, she's owned a response. He supposes, for as far as she came here, he can give it to her, though he remains predictably testy throughout.]

And I spare you further insult. You are... Asuna. No more and no less.

[An acknowledgment of her name, followed by a dip of his head. It's as good as she can hope for.]

[avantguard]

Why you...

[ Although she doesn't argue any more than she does now, she tries to burn holes into his face with the black look she gives him. Spared her, huh? She nearly wants to try again, hand twitching with the desire to draw her sword again with her second wind. And didn't he say he was holding back? What an insult.

If he was so capable, why didn't he do it? Asuna grinds her teeth, keeping all the sharp comments she wants to make to herself. Spare her insult, too. Her mana nearly manifests around her with her anger and the girls at her side throw her looks and glowers to Gil, as well.

"She should be Lady Asuna to you, brute!"

No, not that. Asuna is enough. Lady Asuna might make her feel sick if it comes from him. In any case, he's kept his word and she gets what she wants -- to be taken seriously. ]

Then, I believe we are done here. Good day. [ She spins on her heel and starts marching away with as much dignity as she can. BUT SHE IS STOMPING, REALLY. She's so angry, not even the pretty courtyard is enough to lift her mood. ]