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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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It's better now. This is meant to reach, to help. Some part of her should despise this touch and flinch away from it.
Instead, she shivers. There was Sion's manhandling of course, eager to heal her, the touching she's done with her teasing of others to pass the time.
But this is different. She never had the command seals, but there had been the bond nonetheless. Master and Servant. Blanc broke them both. With a simple touch, she is shown a little of what loss feels like. It hurts.
It hurts in how it feels so right, like the void in her can be filled from the pain of it. The ache of it is right over her heart. In it, perhaps. It's foolish. Foolish, for even as it causes her to suffer, she relishes and welcomes the mana transfer, the reminder of what she can't even keep.
Caren, the twisted woman she is, wants more. And it shows.]
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The cruelest thing he could do, in fact, would be to let go. And that's exactly what he does. Gives her a taste, and no more than that, before drawing back to his own spot and minding his own share of the window. Yet even in this cruelty his expression doesn't suggest it. He's not grinning or laughing at her expense. He's just blank. Just the King of Heroes, as he's always been, and will always be. If she wants to be his Master, so be it.
But his actions just now make it very clear: he expects courtship. Nothing may be taken for granted. For both parties, this is a prize to be earned.]
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It's almost like a slap in the face when he lets go. And yet...for all she inhales sharply, there is mercy in his cruelty.
It takes her a few moments. When she looks over at him, there's something new in her gaze-something curious, assessing him before her eyes turn back to the dirty glass.
There's an exchange that's supposed to take place, something given in return but...she's not sure what it is. Other then two, simple words.]
Thank you.
[They're quiet, easily dismissed. But sincere. Acknowledging what he's done-and what he didn't do.]
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[Gilgamesh refers to many things. To her father. To their war. To his promised fight with Saber. To the Grail, and what laid beyond it. To his future, the future where both women were from, the future he knows nothing of. Perhaps he won and rose to great heights; perhaps he lost and fell to despair, even if he'd never acknowledge such an outcome. He doesn't know. She does.
And that's why it cements their relationship, here and now. He will keep coming back, until he finds those answers, until he understands what drives her, what would fill her with confidence enough to claim ownership of the King of Heroes. He will keep coming back and so in the end, she wins. She'll get what she wants.
Because, undoubtedly, it will not be the last time he reaches for that soft hand of hers. And he will want more, as she does. It is inevitable.]
I think of it. It feels faraway. It feels...
[He doesn't know how it feels, so he just trails off instead. But the King never speaks without reason, so there's meaning in this much.]
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But telling him everything at once, while it might be what he wants...no. She couldn't do that. She does care for him, in her own, twisted way. That's why she'd want no other to see her to the end.
And it might be too much for him to take on at once. While their world seems like a dream in a blur of war, clean up, and public adoration, the fact is their world still exists. It's still theirs. ]
I'm not sure how to end that sentence, so I won't even try. But...what is the last thing you remember?
[That's important. She needs to know so there can be a starting point. A place where she can start giving him bits and pieces, where he can learn of the new epic of Gilgamesh.]
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I was poised against Saber, on the battlefield of the Grail. Kirei... your father... he must've been facing that man, Emiya.
[He stops as well. Looks at her too. Tries not to sound desperate, as it was a mood ill-suited to him.]
That Servant has also been summoned here. It may be to your benefit to arrange a truce with her before she misunderstands.
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But it is...strange, somehow, that is already attempting to look out for them both. Or maybe not so strange. He doesn't want to lose them both. His Saber, and...his answers, if not his master.]
It's already done. We met on the ship on the way over.
[She makes a small motion with her hand, causing water to drip over her arm.]
She doesn't trust me, but it'll get better with time. I still can't believe what weapon she was given.
[The holy grail? Honestly. It was as if someone was trying to break the woman's heart.]
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I certainly can. This world is a farce. It takes everything from us and gives nothing in return.
[Though that's not entirely the truth. He's met people here, worthy people, that he could trust to fight alongside him. He's had many adventures, some he'd even call fun. And this official Hero business certainly beat lounging on a couch all day vowing revenge against a humanity that had corrupted itself several times over.
Actually, the truth of it was that Gilgamesh was beginning to enjoy himself. Beginning to forget his proper station, and if anything frightens him, it's the possibility of becoming too relaxed. Of distancing himself too much from the garden that was his to protect. But it's happening, and he can't stop it.
The truth of it was that it was nice to have someone at your back, a feat Gilgamesh had encountered only once before. The King was warming to others, and he hated it.]
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Even with something small, if he wanted to take back control over his life.]
This world troubles me.
[A simple statement, but a true one, one that he may agree with. It's easy to get caught up in the people, the attention. They shape the world around them and yet...this all could have been avoided. She's certain of it.
She does know her history, even if he doesn't relate to this world.]
But...I have yet to come to any conclusion about it.
[It's a polite way of disagreeing with him, in a way. A nudge, as she goes back to her window washing, moving on to the next glass plane so as to have an excuse to stay. ]
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[But he doesn't sound too upset by it. If anything, he's amused. He also can tell she's just seeking justification to linger by this point; they didn't need two people for this job when Gilgamesh could reach twice as high and work for twice as long as she did. It's almost cute, in a way. That's why Gilgamesh allows for it rather than brushing her off outright. That's why she can stay, because the King permits it. The tables of ownership may have turned here.
There might've been something to this bond, though. But only time will tell, if those claims of hers have any merit at all.]
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[She allows it, a small quirk of the lips. They don't need two people here. They didn't from the start. What had been his attempt at toying with her has turned into something...else. More perhaps, then the simple banter of person with person.
For she's still cleaning, and leaning up to swipe away dirt that Gilgamesh could easily do himself.]
Maybe I'm doing this for myself.
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[Then she really would be just like her father. A man who knew only selfishness. Who could not even look after his wife, who left his own child behind. A man modeled much in his own image, and that may have been why they got along so well—because they understood their lives to be nothing but a means towards a greedy end.
He looks into her reflection, clearing up the more she cleans, and can't possibly imagine serving beneath it. It's just too far-fetched an idea.]
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[She shrugs, leaning up to wipe more up more of the window clean. It's not much, even as she tries to get herself up onto the tips of her boots. Serving under her might not be so different than serving her father. Or it might be completely different.
Even if she wouldn't be certain Kirei would be cleaning anything by Gil's side.]
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Problematic because part of Gilgamesh did miss Kirei, their time spent scheming together, the lost soul he'd forged into something truly terrifying. The man who would one day overtake his plans and launch his own, in pursuit of the truth behind the Grail. Yet another future he'd never face.
Nonetheless, he smiles to himself, watching her stand up as tall as she possibly can. No one could say she didn't try.]
Mm. Even I cannot punish that point of view. I suppose it's acceptable.
[Tsun, tsun tsun...]
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Caren makes a soft sound, leaning against the wall as she continues to clean. Or tries to at any rate; some of the dirtier spots are becoming more and more out of reach as she continues on. In her efforts, she fits herself nearly flat against the surface.
If she looks angelic, it's more like an angelic lizard.]
And punishment from you would mean having my boot on your throat.
[It's said matter of fact. She might be aware of how he is and can overwhelm her outright. That's why she'd be sneaky. Maybe even tie him down to his bed in his sleep. It didn't have to be right away. Just eventually.]
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If she wanted that boot, she'd have to work for it. If she wanted him tied up... she just might die for it.]
You talk bold for a woman. And for a Pawn.
[His half of the window's clean, so he slacks off and leans back for a break, haughtily.]
Surely the rules were explained to you, that you are subservient to higher ranks. Or is it the will of a Kotomine to ignore them?
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To the boot, to the tying down, to everything. It was really part of his appeal in the first place: everything she did, everything she said, he could not help but react to.]
I have no reason to obey such a rule.
[She glances his way, her body pressed against the wall still. As it is, she cannot, quite, bring herself to slide down; with it comes the risk of falling backwards. Caren sighs, gently.]
I need a hand.
[She stares at him. She's certain that he wouldn't grope (much) since she's asking for help, but she's going to have to work for it. He's being himself again.]
Come over here and kneel, so I can stand on your leg.
[He's unlikely to do it. She's certain. But she has to get her kicks somewhere.]
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Gilgamesh steps over and... holds out his hand, off to the side.]
The King has acknowledged and graciously fulfilled your request.
[Hey, it's something to step on. If she's flexible enough, which also meant Gilgamesh got one hell of a show watching her make the attempt. What's not to enjoy?]
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Really, she ought to punt him in the face or get the mop to beat him over the head with again. Nah. Too much effort.]
Pervert.
[Just for that, she'll show him how flexible she is. She brings up her leg, over her head-once, just for a few seconds, before she brings her foot down onto his palm. And up she goes.
Time to finish up her window cleaning.]
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And it's going to be a long, long journey down the road of accepting her as a Master, if it ever comes, but she's taken a solid first step today. He'll remember this.]