[Fine work, indeed. Let's... set... sail... vertically... somehow. Gilgamesh was all about defying the odds and in general doing whatever the hell he wanted, but he's also very much aware that they're going to have to defy the laws of physics here. Laws which he's bound by now, for the most part, and being a natural architect meant he was more aware than most when things just weren't structurally feasible.
This canoe didn't strike him as structurally feasible, so he's about to look either really, really stupid, or really, really smart, having beaten the odds and magicked them all the way up a waterfall despite this making little to no sense whatsoever.
But Gilgamesh was nothing if not a man who owned his ridiculousness and completely failed to grasp the concept of situational irony. He drags the boat to the water and assumes the helm, uses his sword as a makeshift oar, and... deep breaths, ladies and elf folk, this is the moment of triumph...
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The scales, as before, attach themselves to the water by some unseen force, and start sliding the whole craft upward. Now the real challenge was holding onto it, or else onto each other, so they didn't spill out along the way. Which means whoever among you got stuck behind Gilgamesh is going to get real cozy with Gilgamesh as he inevitably slides back and anchors himself to whoever or whatever's closest. No body part will be spared in his quest to not fall to his doom like a complete idiot.
Lose for you, win for Gilgamesh, because both of you are super hot and he's totally okay with that scenario.]
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This canoe didn't strike him as structurally feasible, so he's about to look either really, really stupid, or really, really smart, having beaten the odds and magicked them all the way up a waterfall despite this making little to no sense whatsoever.
But Gilgamesh was nothing if not a man who owned his ridiculousness and completely failed to grasp the concept of situational irony. He drags the boat to the water and assumes the helm, uses his sword as a makeshift oar, and... deep breaths, ladies and elf folk, this is the moment of triumph...
...
...
...!
The scales, as before, attach themselves to the water by some unseen force, and start sliding the whole craft upward. Now the real challenge was holding onto it, or else onto each other, so they didn't spill out along the way. Which means whoever among you got stuck behind Gilgamesh is going to get real cozy with Gilgamesh as he inevitably slides back and anchors himself to whoever or whatever's closest. No body part will be spared in his quest to not fall to his doom like a complete idiot.
Lose for you, win for Gilgamesh, because both of you are super hot and he's totally okay with that scenario.]