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[open] I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way.
Who: Gilgamesh and job partners
When: All throughout the month
Where: Various locations in and around Caissa
What: Catch-all for March's job board.
Warnings: Gilgamesh deserves his own warning, but I'll update with anything specific as needed.
meet and greet.
[Gilgamesh liked children.
Gilgamesh liked children because they were not yet adults and thus not yet privy to the corruption within their own blood, just waiting to blossom when they finally became wise to the ways of the cruel world and thus began drowning in it. They were a clean slate, vessels of opportunity, bright and smiling youth he did not have reason to hate. So when he sees the posting, this one, he thinks, he could accommodate without complaint.
He journeys downtown and waves a short hello when he enters the schoolyard, only to be swarmed by eager faces. He laughs before he can stop himself but then immediately clears his throat, trying to sound stern though only really coming across as gently teasing. This was, apparently, a softer side to the great tyrant.]
Now, now. I will not regale a single heroic tale if you do not behave yourselves...
[Gilgamesh means to say something else, but then looks up and discovers he's not the first Hero to arrive. He tilts his head though does not quite greet them, awaiting acknowledgment instead. For once, he wouldn't mind working together, though he could accomplish this on his own just as well.]
herb picking.
[Gilgamesh was a man of many talents. He could fight like the best of men and fornicate like the finest of lovers; he could draw, he could design, he could swing a sword, he could fling a spear, he could run very far, very fast, he could tell stories, he could entertain guests, he could sing and he could dance and he could do anything a King was expected to do, being the first and the most famous among them.
What he could not do was exercise delicacy in any capacity, so proven when sent on a scavenger hunt for herbs that led to an embarrassing show of the great King of Heroes trying and failing to grapple at plants for several hours. They fall apart in his hands, he tears them by mistake, they wilt for no reason at all to spite him.
Anything and everything that can happen, does happen, and after half a day he's made little to no progress. He looks ready to give up, clawing furiously at the dirt.]
To hell with this base nonsense.
[He sounds ready to give up. Do you take pity on him? Or join in mocking his misfortune?]
When: All throughout the month
Where: Various locations in and around Caissa
What: Catch-all for March's job board.
Warnings: Gilgamesh deserves his own warning, but I'll update with anything specific as needed.
meet and greet.
[Gilgamesh liked children.
Gilgamesh liked children because they were not yet adults and thus not yet privy to the corruption within their own blood, just waiting to blossom when they finally became wise to the ways of the cruel world and thus began drowning in it. They were a clean slate, vessels of opportunity, bright and smiling youth he did not have reason to hate. So when he sees the posting, this one, he thinks, he could accommodate without complaint.
He journeys downtown and waves a short hello when he enters the schoolyard, only to be swarmed by eager faces. He laughs before he can stop himself but then immediately clears his throat, trying to sound stern though only really coming across as gently teasing. This was, apparently, a softer side to the great tyrant.]
Now, now. I will not regale a single heroic tale if you do not behave yourselves...
[Gilgamesh means to say something else, but then looks up and discovers he's not the first Hero to arrive. He tilts his head though does not quite greet them, awaiting acknowledgment instead. For once, he wouldn't mind working together, though he could accomplish this on his own just as well.]
herb picking.
[Gilgamesh was a man of many talents. He could fight like the best of men and fornicate like the finest of lovers; he could draw, he could design, he could swing a sword, he could fling a spear, he could run very far, very fast, he could tell stories, he could entertain guests, he could sing and he could dance and he could do anything a King was expected to do, being the first and the most famous among them.
What he could not do was exercise delicacy in any capacity, so proven when sent on a scavenger hunt for herbs that led to an embarrassing show of the great King of Heroes trying and failing to grapple at plants for several hours. They fall apart in his hands, he tears them by mistake, they wilt for no reason at all to spite him.
Anything and everything that can happen, does happen, and after half a day he's made little to no progress. He looks ready to give up, clawing furiously at the dirt.]
To hell with this base nonsense.
[He sounds ready to give up. Do you take pity on him? Or join in mocking his misfortune?]