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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. ))
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I am willing to overlook the incident and cause your contingent no further hassle.
[Note that Gilgamesh did not use the term forgive. Gilgamesh forgives nothing, and so Shinya remains definitively on the List. If anything Guren's answer has just confirmed they're in cohorts with each other and he cannot trust either of them. At least Guren looked the part of backstabbing bitch.
Gilgamesh clucks his tongue and, as per usual ignorance of personal space, steps a bit too close for comfort.]
In exchange for a small favor.
[Guren remains on that List as well, apparently, because favors paid to Gilgamesh were often troublesome. But if it got a hero-king off their backs...]
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Of course, deep down there's nothing he wouldn't do to keep the people considered family back home safe but he's not getting anything remotely close to a threatening vibe from the other where he would feel the need to step in and protect Shinya. Maybe, in time, if Shinya really plays his cards right on pissing the hero of legend off, that will change, but (it's still Shinya, even then)... at the moment, all Guren sees here is a king not committed to the effort required to be the threat he needs to be in order to successfully bargain with Guren.
Still, he supposes he's curious enough to listen to what a small favor is defined as by the King of Uruk.
Royal brats always have such warped definitions of these things. He ignores the fact his personal space has been closed in on, folding his arms. ]
I'm not in the habit of being the messenger but I guess this once I can relay your request to him.
[ because obviously the person you should be asking the favor from is Shinya himself.
(Guren knows he's playing stupid here but it's the easiest initial deflection. Better Shinya than him, ok.) ] So, shoot, and I'll let him know to give you an answer.
[ what a shitty pun, Guren. ]
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[And it's an even simpler request than expected, as it turns out, because...]
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I hunger.
[Broke bastard. He's literally just angling for free food.]
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( god it's already like having another kid-- )
. . .
.
.
.
.
( --If he feeds it, does he have to adopt it, too-- )
While absolutely silent and still for a few seconds after hearing that sound, Guren finally sighs and turns to start walking away again. This time, however, Gilgamesh gets a small beckoning gesture to follow along. ]
Fine, let's go. I don't want to trip over you somewhere later because you passed out. [
ultimate softy.at the very least, once he's done feeding the stray king, he knows that Shinya is in this city somewhere and looking is no longer a crapshoot. ]