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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. ))
I APOLOGIZE FOR NOTHING...
He listens to the nonsensical conversation but it's not really enough to pull him out of the moment. He just sinks deeper into the beast's mane and hushes it as it rumbles as if to question. Guren goes mostly ignored for several beats longer before Gilgamesh answers in a lazy sort of droll:]
Is it not obvious? I am showering this majestic beast with my affections.
[Brows raised, he turns the question upon the other man instead, with more than a bit of sass.]
What the hell are you even doing? Indulging in blatant voyeurism? How lewd.
[...yeah, Guren may have hit up the wrong King for conversation. This was certainly not Shinya, but rather another annoying fellow altogether.]
u need to apologize for everything
Normally, Guren wouldn't even bother past asking the original question but there's no point in taking off until the carrier regains consciousness. As far as taking the bait thrown, however, the lieutenant colonel doesn't even partially bite in acknowledgement of what's said-- whether to shrug it off or otherwise.
Sorry, did you make some asinine attempt at an insult? He didn't hear any of it.
his violet eyes are particularly condescending; not that a normal person could tell from their distance. Guren still has the incredible advantage of sight in this scenario due to shadows and the lack of proper lights. ]
Yeah, well, knock it off. I was looking for a different idiot but apparently you all have similar stupid habits so your descriptions blend together to the locals. I don't have time for you to be messing with my results. [ he makes a dismissive waving of his hand before stepping back a little more and turning away.
He changed his mind; the ant can catch up later. ]
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I do not believe I heard you correctly.
[Gilgamesh gives the animal a fond pat of goodbye, then takes a step towards Guren. Then another. Then another. Until it becomes clear he won't simply let the man leave. He'll grab him by the wrist if he has to, but he's going to stop and he's going to do it right now.
And then they are going to have a talk.]
What did you call me?
[Idiot... that was his domain. Having it thrown back in his face just tripled the offense it caused. This could turn nasty after all.]
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Truthfully, he's quite frustrated for getting his hopes up of finding a familiar face so he's not listening as well as he would normally. It's only when he pauses to drop the finished-with paper cup that he hears someone approaching and turns to look.
Whoa.
Guren just stares for a moment at the approaching Gilgamesh before deciding he's not going to wait any more for him than his carrier and moves to keep going.
...Or not, because apparently those steps had more purpose than the lieutenant colonel's own and they catch up to him. Not only that, he's also halted by the wrist... which admittedly does get him to turn enough to look straight at the other.
Well. At least now he's got a good look at the other without being cuddled up to the lion. It helps for future identification.
Still, Guren can see what this man is after. But, you know what?
He's not going to give it to him. ]
That depends. Who are you, again?
[ no one said he was going to take the high road here, either, though.
go away. ]
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[More importantly, he should be teaching him a lesson for serious disrespect... but apparently even the tyrannical King of Heroes couldn't resist a little alone time with a cuddly cat, so he's feeling more forgiving than he'd otherwise usually be.
That doesn't stop him from folding his arms and shooting Guren a serious glare, though.]
Just what "idiot" were you seeking? Indeed, certainly not myself.
[Maybe he'd help him. Maybe he wouldn't. But he will be demanding an explanation one way or another for being foolish enough to mislabel the great King as a mere crony. No good mood in the world could spare him judgment for that, and neither lion nor Carrier would save him in the event of further insult. Step carefully, Guren.
And no, he won't go away. That was the thing about Gilgamesh: he tended not to until he got exactly what he wanted from the encounter. Or in certain cases, who.]
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—well. If he really cared, he probably could come up with a few more.
Nevertheless, he strains a small smile, hesitant if only because of how Gilgamesh chooses to word everything. ]
Hm...? Despite that high and mighty attitude, you still seriously have enough doubts about yourself that make you actually need verbal confirmation from me that it wasn't you? You've got to be kidding.
[ Interesting, if the case, but he really hasn't a damned clue what Gilgamesh's reasons are. From Guren's position, he seems pompous as fuck. And yet, here he is, chasing after some ~nobody~ like Guren, demanding explanation of who he is really looking for?/small> ]
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[Even if it was very much the case that he lorded over all by the nature of his station. The man had challenging him and so it was also within his nature to fire right back. He doesn't look ready to let Guren go until they've settled something and that something could take on many forms.
Though one has been suggested by the way his hand comes to lean on the hilt of his sword. No, he's very much serious, Guren. As you should be.]
There exists no room for doubt in the mind of the great Gilgamesh. Identify your target and your purpose. If I dislike it...
[His eyes sharpen, demonic and deadly up close, a sea of deepest red.]
You die, for wasting my time and my breath on such an insignificant matter.
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[ All right, that's a really ... strangely specific... claim to lie about, he has to admit. Considering the circumstances surrounding their situation, it's a bit difficult to call bullshit, as well.
Guren doesn't even bat an eyelash at the threat, though; regardless of whether he believes him or not, he's stared death in the face far too many times to display unsettled nerves now. Normally, he wouldn't tell even now but... this isn't his world and he's not dealing with Kureto, so... he guesses it's not the worst thing. Besides, his expectations are quiet low now after the disappointment. ]
A guy with a really stupid-looking face that goes by the name Hiiragi Shinya. [ he leans in just the slightest bit now, his darker gaze sharp and focused. It's not much of a threat but it's challenging all the same; now Gilgamesh is starting to kick at some boundaries. Rather than shove him off, he admits flatly: ]
He's one of the last people I was with before being brought here. A friend. [ does he have to spell it out further? ]
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There could be no other. I am that Hero, Gilgamesh, and it was my own eyes that gazed upon the Deep.
[The whole encounter flips on its head. Gilgamesh stands down, almost immediately, lets go. It is only the name that Guren gives him next, Hiiragi Shinya, that pulls him out of his stupor. And he clicks his teeth and tongue and looks particularly surly in answering, though this time it is not directed at Guren himself:]
Yes, I know him. I have seen him.
[Does Gilgamesh have to spell it out further? Of course he will.]
He shot me.
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He doesn't know the language so well at all, of course, not past the pieces here and there associated with this tale but Guren wouldn't deny that he had a handful of old writings that had personally interested him in his younger days. Back before humanity nearly wiped itself out... tales of strength and power woven into the unstoppable.
It is a shame, of course. There were tablets still missing of Gilgamesh's epic back in his world—the idea of anyone alive that could afford to still search for them and not be eaten alive before yielding results is such a far-fetched dream now. Being a kid seemed so simple now, even when it wasn't.
Guren may or may not recognize it... but any chance he might have a personal reaction is lost in favor of the slight quirk of his mouth at hearing:
a) Shinya is actually here(...!?)
and then
b) Shinya has already made excellent first impressions.
Damn, and here he thought that, if anything, this would absolutely be the other way around. Shinya's usually the one trying to 'defend' or otherwise 'protect' him for his behavior towards others.
The day has finally come. ]
...Oh ho, already that far along? That's Hiiragi trash-talk for they like you. Did you shoot him back?
[ HMMMM... not the way you do it, Guren!! But, you know... hatred for that family is greater than bff status, apparently?! Under bus you have been thrown, Shinya...?!
(But really who thought it was an ok idea to arm a Hiiragi with a weapon of familiarity? He knows Shinya and he has no doubt Gilgamesh would be capable of pressing all the right buttons.
The fact there is no stress of being shot multiple times is a good thing, at least.) ]
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I merely wished to examine his weapon. However, he forbade it and escalated the affair to absurd levels.
[Actually, that was Gilgamesh's fault, but he's brushing over that part. Unconsciously he rubs at the spot on his wounded hand, long since patched up.]
I challenged him to shoot, so he did. He aimed for my gut; I managed to block the bullet in time with superior reflexes. Truthfully I was uncertain of his capabilities, but now I know. He's a wolf hiding within sheep's clothing, the worst sort of individual. A face you absolutely cannot trust no matter what.
[There's a special irony in Gilgamesh saying as much, though at least it's a genuine account. There's a little too much emotion invested here for Gilgamesh to make things up, and he certainly wouldn't make up his own defeat, which it undeniably was. He lets loose with another harumph before turning his attention back on Guren.]
Is he your subordinate? Your colleague, perhaps? He has gumption, I'll give him that, but do advise him to keep his gun to himself the next time.
[Maybe next time don't go stealing other people's guns, Gilgamesh. Lesson learned.]
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We aren't very good about handing our weapons over for examination back home to anyone for a lot of reasons. So sorry he didn't properly communicate it well enough to you—snipers are particularly aggressive on that front. They aren't used to having opponents so close to them so if there was even the slightest potential hint of a threat... [ he makes a light gesture with one hand to allude they already know the next result, as it's what occurred. No further words necessary, yes? ]
You might be able to understand a little, maybe, as a ruler with an army? Without their weapon they're also too far away on the field to assist their comrades or attack the enemy any more creatively.
[ as far as actually daring Shinya to shoot him... Well, maybe there's enough humiliation in the resulting wound that he just will avoid saying anything.
And he can't offer further commentary on Shinya because that would be hypocritical to agree and not worth the trouble to disagree.
Regardless, there is enough true that's important and it doesn't seem that the other has missed those facts: Shinya's dangerous and not to be taken lightly.
At the question on Shinya's status relation to him, Guren cants his head to one side. ]
He outranks me, actually, [ nevermind that technically means nothing because Shinya will take field orders from him but ahaha Gilgamesh doesn't need to know those details. ] but I can try.
[ at least if Gil learned his lesson there should be no more shootings regardless, right... ]
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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. ]