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pawnstorm2016-11-21 08:29 pm
odalinquent) wrote in pawnstorm2016-11-21 08:29 pm
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[open] born to raise hell, born to raise hell
Who: A considerably smaller Nobunaga and You!
When: 11/21-11/27; I'll be using this as a catchall for the whole week.
Where: Prompts for now are @Caissa.
What: An angry ten year old with a gun she barely knows how to use decides to Make It On Her Own on the mean streets of Caissa.
Rating: None for now. Will mark threads appropriately in the subject header though, just in case anything comes up.
[1] 11/21; dusk
[2] 11/21; night
When: 11/21-11/27; I'll be using this as a catchall for the whole week.
Where: Prompts for now are @Caissa.
What: An angry ten year old with a gun she barely knows how to use decides to Make It On Her Own on the mean streets of Caissa.
Rating: None for now. Will mark threads appropriately in the subject header though, just in case anything comes up.
[1] 11/21; dusk
[As much as she wants to get right into the crux of the matter, lash out and demand to know what's going on and where she is...she can't right now. She refuses to seek help in a plain and straightforward manner, entirely mistrustful of the people around here simply by nature. For now, she needs to get her priorities in order; she's already covered herself up, but in lieu of actual clothing, she's merely wrapped up in some thin fabric she's carefully wrapped around her body into a makeshift, sleeveless top that goes down as far as her knees, a separate piece of fabric tied around her waist to hold it in place. They're...likely stolen, honestly.
And to avoid drawing attention, she's stashed her weapons elsewhere for now. She just wants something to eat, for the moment...so.
a) Congrats! You've just witnessed a theft which, were it not for you, passing bystander, would have been executed without a hitch. Nobunaga makes off with some fruit from an outdoor stall, hurrying off to enjoy her spoils. Maybe stop her if your morals are more on the scrupulous side.
b) Unfortunately, she's been caught in the act, but not actually caught. The stall owner yells for someone to intercept her escape, but Nobunaga darts and weaves in between the crowd around her with surprising athleticism. If you've decided to give chase, she tries to shake you off by ducking off into an alley ahead...
c) Or maybe you're just passing by a ten year old in a poor excuse for clothing, sat on the edge of the street and eating some fruit. The skins of what she's already eaten are to her left, while the remaining fruit she's yet to eat sits on the ground to her right. Linger too long and she might shoot you a glare, but that's about it. She won't say anything if you don't.]
[2] 11/21; night
[Well, when you're suddenly in an entirely different world in a manner not unlike some bizarre fairytale, your best bet at survival is to know what kind of place you've been brought to. Even she knew that. The only issue is that she's from a fairly tumultuous era in a wartorn land, on top of her own ornery and admittedly paranoid nature. She can't bring herself to just approach someone and ask for help, like some frightened, lost child...it may be an issue of pride too, on top of everything else.
So she waits. She waits until someone's by their lonesome in an empty street, using the cover of night to make her move as quietly as she can, and if all goes well it won't be until there's the sound of a click of a gun that the other person notices something's amiss.]
Turn around...slowly.
[The barefoot girl behind you isn't striking that much of an intimidating figure, sans the rifle in her hand which she is, unfortunately, holding up with one hand courtesy only of her strength granted via the class system. If she fires it like this the recoil would likely knock it right out of her hand; she hasn't had much time to figure it out...
But she somehow lacks the eyes of a child. Plain and simple brown eyes, but with the experience of three years warfare behind her. The eyes of someone who's taken more than her fair share of lives already.]
You're going to answer some questions for me.
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So...Nobunaga doesn't fight him on it. But she doesn't agree to it, either. She pouts, turns away slowly and just refuses to acknowledge him...that is, unless he tries to keep talking, but otherwise she likely won't say anything until they get "home" and remain in her little strop.]
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Gilgamesh glances down at the irritated bundle in his arms and smirks.]
Would you still insist on pouting?
[Come on. Every little warlord worth their salt want to ride a big bird. It's just so cool.]
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You might expect someone from perfectly mundane sengoku era Japan to freak out at the sight of what is, effectively, a monster, but Nobunaga looks as curiously enamoured as he likely expected her to be. She's seen...parts of this beast before, separate as their own animal, making the sight of a griffon all the stranger to her. Only in response due to its own nudging at her, she reaches out a hand to try and touch it in return, and if it's receptive it's getting pets.]
...incredible...I've never seen anything like it before.
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[Gilgamesh sets Nobu down upon its back, a weight the animal endures easily. As if a proud parent, it begins marching about with its little rider, beak tipped high and wings shifting to accommodate. If she looks close, she will notice they are slightly bent and broken—this griffon was injured, but you wouldn't know it from its happy demeanor.]
His name is Dinoriel. If you treat him well, he will be good to you in return.
[Is Gilgamesh undertaking the taunting task of trying to teach Nobu manners? It would seem so.]
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The surprise of being put down onto the Griffon's back lasts only briefly, and she's far more content to sit atop it rather than be carried around by Gilgamesh, from the look of things.]
A griffon...I've read about them. [As she goes on, she seems to be inspecting its wings for the aforementioned injuries. Beneath the makeshift outfit she's wearing her own body is much the same, riddled with scars that tell of the experience she's already had in warfare. It makes her expression almost a little sympathetic as she watches them, unconsciously.] They're considered protectors. They ward off evil, even actively fighting against it...
[Whatever she's read is likely more influenced by the asian interpretations, but it isn't that different from the rest anyhow.]
But to think such a beast truly existed...I always thought they were mere fables.
[She turns back towards its head and lays a hand on its neck, gently rubbing her fingers through its feathers.
Admittedly, it's because it's really, really soft. But she isn't going to say it.]
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[Gilgamesh runs a soothing hand over Dinoriel's back. Ultimately, it would seem Nobunaga had started off as any other young girl had. Though certainly feisty enough to fire a gun, he does not detect any undue amounts of violence within her. It would be a stretch to call her kind, but for now she is exactly as she appears: just a child, not yet sharpened into the fierce adult she would soon become.
Gilgamesh leans forward suddenly, as if to impart a secret.]
If you tell Dinoriel to go home, I hear he will go very, very fast for you.
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But...she still gives Gilgamesh a slightly wary look.]
How fast? ...should I hold onto something?
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[SWAT!
And off he goes! Hopefully you were, in fact, holding onto something, Nobu, as Gilgamesh wasn't kidding about very, very fast.]
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For a moment there's a very real chance of her falling off, but she throws herself forward and holds onto Dinoriel for deal life the whole way there.]
D-Dinoriel...!! Don't hold it against me when I choke the life out of your stupid, stupid master...!!
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Hyah! Now, this is how a true warlord rides!
[...well, it is pretty fun, now that the initial scare's worn off. He's definitely still a jackass, though.]
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It is fun. She can't lie. She can't lie because she looks delighted and with Gilgamesh at her back, even (eventually) lets go of their trusty mount to spread her arms out either side. She even laughs!]
Wonderful...! It's nothing like a horse at all!
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[Which may have been a slight exaggeration, but it's hard to tell the difference moving at this speed. Like this, it takes no time at all to reach their destination: a cozy cottage, so warm and inviting one can almost feel it from a distance. It seems Nobu won't have to worry about where to sleep tonight.
Gilgamesh pulls Dinoriel up by the entrance and slips off. Figuring Nobu a proud sort, he'll let her dismount on her own; Dinoriel will help if she needs it.]
Welcome to the palace of a King! ...well, that's what I'd like to say, but it's not quite to my tastes.
[Needs more gold.]
Let's hurry on inside. The winds are picking up.
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But speaking of problems, well, even if he admitted himself it isn't a palace...]
...I thought it was a little small for a palace. It's just someone's house.
[Still, she'll follow him inside.]
Do you live alone?
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[It may not be a palace, but as far as cottages go, it was rather large. The door swings open to a very spacious ground floor, finely furnished with a comfortable fire blazing; the kitchen alone was far too big for just one person, though it seemed Gilgamesh and Nobu were alone for the time being.
A catlike Carrier comes crawling out of the sofa and greets Nobu with a friendly mew. Gilgamesh bends to pet it, gently.]
Since you've already eaten, I believe you are due for a bath. Presuming the lady does not object.
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[That's her excuse and she's sticking to it.]
...
[She looks like she's contemplating whether or not she wants to ask this, but eventually...]
...you never introduced yourself.
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[He almost seems to sparkle as he says it.]
The King of Heroes, and your divine ancestor many times over.
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[She's considering this...]
Like a grandfather?
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No.
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[that is the look of a child who knows exactly what they're doing.]
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Stop that at once.
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[Huh. Seems like she did what she was told and moved on immediately, isn't that great Gilgamesh.]
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[Gilgamesh makes to lead her...
...but then swivels on his heel and carries her upside down at the very last second.]
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N-not this again!! Put me down you shitty old man! Hey! Knock it off!!!
[FLAILING.]
I stopped, didn't I?!
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It's a nice bathroom, at least. Cool, clean tile, golden fixtures, a pleasant smell—this room was undoubtedly looked after. With Nobu still slotted beneath his arm, Gilgamesh gets the water going and then proceeds to dump her into the tub.]
Take off your clothes.
[...apparently this was going to be assisted bathing.]
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Well, rather than just strip (something her adult self would have absolutely no problem with) as she is now, Nobunaga draws her arms over her chest a little.]
...with you still here? [Squints...] I can bathe myself, you know.
[She doesn't really care if her clothes are getting wet the more the tub fills up.]
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