[open] lookin' for the love getaway.

[babbylon]

Who: Gilgamesh and everyone visiting Heaven's Feel!
When: 5/1—5/8
Where: Caissa, Heaven's Feel storefront
What: The grand opening of Heaven's Feel, Caissa's premier matchmaking service, has arrived! Stop by for food, drinks, and some friendly fun with your fellow Heroes! ...or maybe even pick up a date, who knows.
Rating: General audiences, except for Gil's threads because he was pretty much making out with everyone. Tread carefully.

Heaven's Feel



[Maybe you've heard, or maybe you haven't, but there's a new business in town. It's plastered everywhere, posted on the side of every building and shouted from the end of every street corner in Caissa. Heaven's Feel, Heaven's Feel, come fly with the angels at Heaven's Feel! Really, who writes something so cheesy? The owner must be a real piece of work, you think, yet there's something enticing about the sound of it...

If you do decide to stop by within the first week of May, you'll find a massive celebration awaiting you: the celebration of opening day! Eager workers wave down anyone who gets close, with offers of wine tasting, sweet treats, and even speed dating. The store's interior bustles with activity as visitors fill out cute little survey cards in hopes of a hook-up. The owner in question can be found mingling in the crowd, bartending, and drawing charcoal caricatures of couples for a nominal fee.

Overall, the atmosphere is one of excitement. Hop right in! There's plenty of room for lounging on the cushy furniture, and plenty of time to find your own hottie.

...or perfectly platonic friend. Look, we're not judging or anything.]

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[showsnopiety]

[It may be far too true. She recalls what she asked, what she had been told. A river of mud. A near miracle. A hero that should never have been born.But, she was certain of a few facts.

Gilgamesh, king of heroes, had fallen to his knees.

She wont say it. She is not here to provoke him. No more than usual.]

I thought so too.

[Only then did she finally pick up the wine glass, more interested in holding it than drinking it.]

I did not plan to make the contract. But you were mine, as much as Lancer was.

And I belonged to you.

[babbylon]

[It would be easy, looking at her now, listening to her, to assume that Caren was innocent in all this. That she was as she appeared, a beautiful and angelic girl, so softspoken, so gentle in how she conversed with others. But Gilgamesh had seen other sides to know better. He'd seen the girl willing to step on him just to clean a window. He'd seen the girl willing to kiss him just to outdo him on stage, to take revenge.

He'd seen flashes of wickedness, of mischief, and so while it would be easy to classify her as some innocuous maiden who somehow sprung from Kotomine's tainted seed, Gilgamesh knows better. Knows for a fact that, even as a child, he would not have contracted for no reason.

He'd seen something in her. Recognized something. And that was why she became his Master.]

You are deadset on this.

[Gilgamesh leans forward, sizing her up.]

You would see me as your Servant, no matter what? Even in a world where it no longer makes any difference?

[showsnopiety]

[Even if he hadn't seen this flashes for himself, it would not be so had to listen, and here of the little bits of wickedness, cruelty and kindness she was capable of. Her intelligence may be questionable in some sense, but she was being, in her own way, honest.

Much like her sire.

His words make her lips quirk.]

Even if the world has changed, it has not changed what we are.

[She didn't move. The wine swirled idly in her glass.]

[babbylon]

I cannot accept you.

[Not an unexpected response. He'd told her as much from the start, and nothing appears to have changed. Nothing, until he adds with some measure of caution, also knowing that such a woman would take a mile if given a single inch:]

Not as you are. You are too weak, too unwise in the ways of things. You must learn, and observe, and listen.

[And so Gilgamesh renders his judgment thus, holding his head high, declaring with the pride and the ego only the King of Heroes could manage.]

If you desire the privilege so strongly, you shall work for every last Seal until you have earned the right to command me once again.

[showsnopiety]

[She doesn't so much as blink. But he is willing to try. It just may take time, time she is willing to wait, learn, and listen. Or see how much she has changed to adapt to this world.]

I would not agree on your wording but...very well.

I would like a visual cue, however, of our progress.

[Our, not we. There was something about miles and inches wasn't there.]

If you feel that inking my skin is the way, then we will discuss it. However, I would remind you that no matter what happens or what the world does to us-

I am not your sycophant.

[babbylon]

[Bluntly:]

We've nothing to discuss until you've achieved a higher rank. That is not the test itself, but rather a preliminary gauge of your ability.

[If she was as pitiful as she appeared in battle, she'd be culled easily enough, and she'd never make it to the point where he'd even consider her for the role. But if she was like iron, like her words and her will seemed to be, she would allow her to take that test.

Gilgamesh ignores that last statement, as his feelings on that have already been made apparent.]

One task per Seal. Upon successful completion of each, you shall bear the same marks that your father did. Etched irreparably into your flesh.

[His mouth blossoms into a cruel smile.]

Collect three, and you "win". That shall be our game, little Master.

[showsnopiety]

Heh.

[What rank she would get, if any..that would be interesting. And the three tasks too-perhaps she should ask for a veto, a way to negotiate, but it wouldn't matter until the time came.

She was looking forward to it. This gave her a goal, something to work towards. Merely entertaining herself did not suit her a bit. She was never one for halcyon days.]

Very well. But before the game starts...I will treat you like everyone else then? Or ignore you entirely?

[babbylon]

[Gilgamesh considers this for all of a moment before giving a surprisingly fair reply.]

Be yourself. If you claim we were close, I should like to get to know you as you truly are, rather than a caricature or shadow.

[showsnopiety]

[That does take her off guard for a moment. But...hes rewarded with a smile. One that contains pleasure in it, rather than just enjoying someones discomfort and pain.]

I'd like that.

[She wouldn't expect him to be anyone but himself In truth, she had been less of herself. Perhaps she was so because she had been holding back. Not entirely, but enough.]

[babbylon]

[There's the twinkle of mischief in his eye as he hides a small smile of his own behind his glass.]

I suspect I will as well.

[showsnopiety]

[Caren's smile changes. Back to mischief.]

You would.

[He is bit of a voyeur after all. When he isn't joining in.]