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pawnstorm2016-04-19 08:15 pm
showsnopiety) wrote in pawnstorm2016-04-19 08:15 pm
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.]
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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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.]
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[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.]
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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.]
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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.]
they're talking about femdom and fetishes I guess I should cw this
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?
Good call, cw for mention of h games, choking, collars
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.
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[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.]
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["Privilege", really. It's all talk until one of them makes a move, and she's not going to do it. That would mean she's desperate and needs him, and if that happens...well, she wouldn't be much of a master. Not with the King of Heroes.
She'd hate to end up like Tohsaka.
There's a shiver of surprise from the sudden contact, and she stops. It doesn't really help though. What a shocker, it's like dragging an unwilling dog. A tiny unwilling dog.]
Did I give you permission to touch me?
[She would have been fine cleaning windows but he's dragging her. Gilgamesh. You forgot to say please again.]
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I have no need of it.
[...well, did she expect better? Little Gilgamesh may have been polite, but he was just as troublesome in his own way. Some things never change.]
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[Some things really don't change. Also, adult Gil is completely uncute.]
For otherwise...he will face a battle he knows not.
[He being Gilgamesh. Which means she might bite him. Or worse.]
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Some battles are worth facing, known or otherwise.
[Without another word on the matter, Gilgamesh bends down and reaches for the squeegee to start cleaning. He's a bit of a better hand at this than mopping; Archers were known for their talented fingers, and Gilgamesh's prove smooth in the execution of this particular chore. Talk about putting the serve in Servant.
However, a certain smile clings to his lips that hints at ulterior motives. Perhaps it was destiny that Gilgamesh would always clash with a Kotomine.]
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With a sigh and a head shake, she grabs a squeegee, flicking water in Gilgamesh's direction before she starts cleaning one of the windows. Well...the part of the window she can reach, anyway.
If he's trying to distract her or just clash with her, he's got it. This is one disgruntled small Kotomine.
Which might result in him getting ignored. Just a little as she works on ridding the glass in front of her free of grime and muck.]
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He also wonders how Caren sees it. She hadn't been here earlier, when he'd asked over the network what it took to be a Hero. She seemed almost gloomy, like she carried a constant aura of fright around her. Not that he was put off by it, but it does send chills down his spine nonetheless. Maybe they had known each other, for him to have such a visceral reaction.
Gilgamesh behaves himself, but he can never manage it for very long. He extends his arm, then tsks.]
Oh, no. I cannot quite reach.
[He refers to a window just above their heads. Raises brows. Here it comes.]
Perhaps if I had someone in my arms, to bridge such a distance...
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No demands on claiming what was hers. Merely acting as if she were an opportunist, or a thief, as if she has no claim to other people.
Still...whatever her reasoning for not seeking him out prior to this, she does the normal Kotomine tactic:
She ignores him. Doesn't even look his way as she continues to wipe at her window. Swipe, swipe. Dip. Squeaaaaaaak.]
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Closer.
Closer still.
Whispers in her ear:]
Perhaps if I had someone... with a delicate sense of balance, and a beautiful hand, to guide the way...
[You're not getting out of this, Caren. Kotomine tactics are met with Gilgamesh tactics: wear the target down until they submit.]
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He's doing that thing
He's doing that thing
She's not claiming to be Kirei's child for nothing. Her free hand? Is now going to cover his face to gently(?) push him away. Gil vrs Kirei 2.0. He'll get his way.
Eventually.
Sort of.
If only because it's funny.
And all this time she's still cleaning the window, leaning up where she couldn't reach before. Swipe, swipe. Squeak.]
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Were you not dying to put your hands on my person but moments ago? Think of this as an opportunity.
[And, well, technically... he's not wrong. If she wanted to sit on him, getting into his arms first may have been a natural step in the right direction. Literally.]
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Caren still doesn't look at Gilgamesh as she continues to clean her share of the windows.]
I was speaking in theory.
[And, just to be annoying:]
You've forgotten your manners again. If you wanted your hands on me, all you'd have to do was ask. Politely.
[She's shoving a little harder now. His face is now her means of getting leverage for those tougher spots to get on the window. Thanks Gilgamesh.]
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It was merely for the sake of progress. Am I to be scolded for my pragmatism?
[Yes, pragmatism. That's exactly what it is. Not an excuse to cop a feel.]
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[She smirks at him. Were you going to open your shirt next and make mating calls?
Her hand shifts away from covering his face, her palm resting solely his cheek.]
I've missed that look on your face. It's sweet.
[She paps his cheek, almost a slap, before she lets her hand drop.]
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[It was totally a lure. Busted. He huffs and puffs and folds his arms, turning red where she touches. But not because he's embarrassed! Just a stray bit of heat leaping to his face. Totally accidental. And so the invisible leash winds ever tight around his neck.]
Honestly. Since you are so enthusiastic about manners, I thought you'd appreciate my asking.
[...had she missed it, though? It leads a man's mind to wander.]
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[She's still smiling, amused with him. The flush on his cheeks is absolutely lovely. But...it's not enough. Not by half.]
Will you ask me again? I would appreciate it if you asked on your knees. That way I can offer a swift response to your...charm.
[Since if she did go into his arms? Bad idea. The washing would be completely forgotten. Or mostly so.]
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Absolutely not.
[Nice try, though. It's something like progress, sort of.]
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Well I can't kiss you like this.
[It's progress. Sort of.]
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then
he'll
just
pull on her hair. Ever so maturely. Surely that's the way to secure her consent.]
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