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king "#1 shitposter" gilgamesh ([personal profile] babbylon) wrote in [community profile] pawnstorm2016-02-07 05:19 pm

[open] party party join us join us.

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. ))
quaria: (「even if you don't have wings.」)

[personal profile] quaria 2016-02-09 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ Good health and good luck... Neither are far-fetched wishes, especially during a festival that promotes such thoughts. This is the first time that Setsuna's personally experiencing an event like this, but he's aware of the concept of good fortune on such days. He remains with an unchanged expression with this knowledge, but he does appreciate the thought given for him. It may not look like it though... With him staying completely still.

Slowly, Setsuna's eyes move to the flower again. The truth is, the reason why he's still not accepting is that he doesn't have anything to give in return. On the other hand, if he didn't accept, it might give off the wrong impression. It's not that he wants to be enemies nor is he unwilling to cooperate with the King. But he wants to at least give something for it; even someone like him knows how to appreciate good wishes for his sake.

At first, he passes by the King's side as if he's ignoring him. But he didn't go far... He stands in front of the nearby stalls and purchases an apple. It's then that he walks back, then offers it in return. ]


... Then, you too. I have heard that round objects will bring good fortune.
quaria: (「the price for us to pay.」)

[personal profile] quaria 2016-02-09 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ As the lovely rose makes it in Setsuna's hands, he holds it in an unexpectedly tender manner. It's obvious then that he regards flowers with importance... Though it might not be much to others, he regards them with a greater meaning. He seems a little happier with holding on that precious plant. He keeps his eyes on the bloom, but he is listening to the King speak.

From this angle, the lower half of his face is covered with the rose held in front of him. He's holding it quite close to him, as if he wants to protect the flower. His eyes move up eventually, looking at the person who has given it to him. It looks like the King likes the apple too, which is... a relief. ]


I have heard it among the locals. The round shape symbolize the roundness of coins, thus indicating prosperity.

[ Hearing the request, Setsuna thinks it over for a moment. ... He supposes there's no harm, when he doesn't have solid plans aside from walk around. So he nods a little to agree. ]
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[personal profile] quaria 2016-02-09 08:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's neither the flower nor Setsuna, but instead the unsaid words and emotions involved in the scene. It'll continue to remain so, because the King isn't wrong about him at all. He'll never speak much of himself. Perhaps one day that will change, but that one day might never come at all. He's more than willing to extend his hand to protect others, but he isn't the kind of person who asks for it. Nor seeks it.

He's fine by himself, which he emanates with the recognizable icy, deceptively lifeless face. Despite how blank he appears to be however, there is indeed more to just that. But he doesn't need others to see or understand it. As the two of them walk on, he is more often glancing at the opposite side of the King's. He only looks back at him after the comment about the monkeys. What on earth happened for him to say that? ]


I am merely here to gather information.

[ He's not here to play around, though anyone who knows him can probably guess that. It's not productive if he just stays at the housing, nothing will change. So he might as well look around here and see if anything will happen. ... Or if he can hear something interesting rumors among the crowd. ]
Edited (typo level 99 >:c) 2016-02-09 08:41 (UTC)
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[personal profile] quaria 2016-02-09 09:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Relaxing and playing are completely different things. Setsuna understands the need to relax once in a while, as it's necessary for good health. But he never once saw the necessity to play. He's lived all this time without doing so, he can continue without doing so. He doesn't react to the statement, not wanting to debate over a small thing. If Gilgamesh wants to play around, that's his choice.

Instead, Setsuna is back to looking down to the flower. There's mana flowing through it... It's just like what the King told him at their meeting. Even this small flower has mana. He does wonder if his mana is transferring to it, too. It would be nice if that was the case... ]


I... wish to plant this flower.

[ There's still a way to extend its life. If he does so now, it has a chance of living a bit longer. Setsuna doesn't have a particular reason for wanting to do it, but... He wants to. ]
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[personal profile] quaria 2016-02-09 10:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ It will wilt... Setsuna knows that very well. But there is one thing about flowers that makes him admire them so deeply. That even though the harsh conditions of deserts and flames, a flower can still grow on the ground... He doesn't flinch when he heard the cruel words; it is reality after all, though in his heart he knew sadness. It's sad, just like the life of humans.

But just as Gilgamesh thought, Setsuna's resolve doesn't change. He wants to plant it... He wants the flower to return to its rightful place. To return to the earth, as it's too tragic for it to die all alone elsewhere. ]


Yes.

[ One day... Maybe when spring comes, another bud will come to life from the same place. It's a thought he'd like to have. ]
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[personal profile] quaria 2016-02-09 10:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ —Huh? This time around, the unexpected assistance causes Setsuna to pause in his steps. Gilgamesh's tone was obviously ridiculing him not long ago, yet the King's now willing to aid him with the same endeavor he looked down upon? A light blink leaves him, but soon follows after the other man.

Setsuna was actually planning to do it by himself after they part. He still can't quite grasp the reasons of why such a proud, mighty King is willing to accompany him. On a task completely unfitting of his image, too. Curious eyes subtly move up, observing the profile of the King beside him. ... What is he thinking, exactly?

He doesn't really know nor can he make a guess. But... he's thankful, as odd as this scene may be. It's certainly strange for sure. He's wordless as he follows along. ]
quaria: my scans. (how much do i have to pray?)

[personal profile] quaria 2016-02-09 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ A saint? ... That's not true at all. Setsuna knows the extent of his nature, he's committed unspeakable actions in the past. He undoubtedly disagrees with the thought of him considered a saint. Rather than retort though, his head simply lowers. Though, he keeps his gaze at front... Staring at the distance, at nowhere in particular.

He doesn't even feel like asking why. He knows he will simply disagree with each reason cited. Instead, he allows the continuous light snow to speak for him. It falls against the surroundings, covering more and more... In a way, it's no different from him. No matter how beautiful, his appearance is a cover for something else. Yes, he's a soldier; yes, he's killed... He's killed so much, he's taken and stricken life to the point he froze his heart. ]


Hm.

[ And he doesn't believe in that last comment, either. People like him... It's more common that one would think. There are many others who are like him, all from the result of war or similar events. ]
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[personal profile] quaria 2016-02-09 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ To hear his words be remembered... Setsuna feels the faintest honor from it. To live with one's own will, that is at least a phrase that he wants to extend to others. He wouldn't preach it openly; it's just something that he hopes will be remembered, even by at least one person... It's one proof that he was able to make the smallest difference when he was alive.

Lowering his eyes and knees, Setsuna sits against the soft snow as he begins to dig the cold ground. He's doing it carefully, moving aside the dirt so he'd be able to make a decent enough gap. Before he plants the actual rose however, he makes sure to prepare the soil first. He can't leave it in frozen dirt... So he takes out his drinking flask, then places just enough water to dampen the soil. While waiting for it to be absorbed, he looks towards the evening view of the city... All while still holding the flower itself, wanting it to give as much mana as possible before letting it go. ]


... Sorry.

[ He just felt like saying that for some reason. He knows that he's bad company, yet this person insists on staying with him whenever he can. He doesn't really know what the King gains from doing it, which is probably why he felt the need to say that at least once. He isn't quite used to this... It likely shows. ]
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[personal profile] quaria 2016-02-10 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ If it's so meaningless, then why... Setsuna wants to ask, but he probably won't understand it even he does so. He opts to accept the situation for what it is, lowering his head again as silent gratitude. The flower surely appreciated it. ... And now, it's time to say goodbye.

The dirt is now moist, any more exposure to winter will only freeze it again. Setsuna raises the flower to his face one last time, leaning his forehead against it as he closes his eyes. He remains like that for several seconds before bringing it down. He plants the rose properly, making sure that it's deep enough for the ground to wrap its own mana against the fragile blossom. Perhaps one day, they'll meet again.

When that's done, the Meister lifts himself up and wordlessly uses the remaining water from the flask to wash away the lingering ice from his fingers. What ever warmth left in his hands is surely gone at this point. Was everything truly pointless? Maybe it was; but for him, it's not. Again, he doesn't expect anyone to understand. ]


There is nothing to be concerned about.

[ And with those equally cold words, he turns back to the direction of the city. He doesn't walk forward yet, waiting to see what the King will do now. ]
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[personal profile] quaria 2016-02-10 10:16 am (UTC)(link)
It is not meaningless.

[ Setsuna finally said it... He understands that the King is aware of his feelings, but saying it with a clear voice will solidify his stance. Knowing that Gilgamesh's gaze continues to linger, he can sense the other male's curiosity. Exactly what is this person expecting from him? Why does he keep trying to see through him? But that's probably wrong. No, this King isn't necessarily trying to know him. He's seeking something else entirely... The Meister doesn't know what, but he determines it as so. Why else would this person be so interested? He felt nothing for any of those flowers he held not long ago, yet here he is.

Did they have similar goals, are they both searching for answers? Even if this is the case, it's unlikely to be the same end. Setsuna is fully aware of how contrasting they are. Should their paths will cross more than once or twice, their direction will ultimately never be the same. It makes him wonder... So, what does he have to draw this attention? It likely didn't matter. He didn't need to figure it out. He's not here to question himself, what is more important is to never lose sight of himself. But as someone who isn't one with words, he has to resort to something else to set his emotions across properly. ]


King, I wish to fight you.

[ Through battle, Setsuna is able to say so much more. If Gilgamesh is seeking something from him, then he will display it through force. This isn't a fight for domination, it's a fight to reach understanding. His heart, his motivation...

"I will show you the meaning of life that I have found," these are the unsaid words that came through from Setsuna's eyes. He turns around, facing the King again with a sharper look. ]
quaria: (now you can't think)

[personal profile] quaria 2016-02-10 11:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ How tragic... Setsuna didn't fail to catch the meaning of that empty gaze. He never once forgot, either. He remembers the King's words from before; how he lives, breathes, and glories in battle. Although he shares a similar fate, there's a significant boundary between the two of them. Is this... the reason why the King wants to seek him? This evident clash of ideologies... Regardless, everything be made clear tomorrow.

He will not be deterred with such ridicule, unsaid or otherwise. Thus he will not waver; his distant eyes narrow, his lips remain closed, unaffected by the harsh winter and the King's aura. Eventually, those eyes of his close as he turns away once more. And this time, his feet doesn't stop. He walks forward, just as he has always done. Despite the other man's confidence, no one can truly predict what can transpire. Because he has no intention of holding back when it comes to proving his own resolve.

There's something Setsuna must do... This fight and the upcoming war, he regards them both as a necessity to be a step closer to true understanding. ]
Edited (earlier icon keywords broke ;; i'm sorry) 2016-02-14 09:01 (UTC)