[open] born to raise hell, born to raise hell

[odalinquent]

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

[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.

Comments

[babbylon]

Certainly not! My Dinoriel far outperforms any mere horse; he is nearly a match for the wind itself!

[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.

[odalinquent]

[Fortunately, she's already go some horse riding experience under her belt, so even if dinoriel isn't a horse, the knowledge extends to him too. She dismounts without a problem.

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?

[babbylon]

I live with many people.

[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.

[odalinquent]

If I'm getting new clothing, then it wouldn't do not to bathe first...

[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.

[babbylon]

I am Gilgamesh.

[He almost seems to sparkle as he says it.]

The King of Heroes, and your divine ancestor many times over.

[odalinquent]

Many times over...?

[She's considering this...]

Like a grandfather?

[babbylon]

[Immediately:]

No.

[odalinquent]

Jiji...

[that is the look of a child who knows exactly what they're doing.]

[babbylon]

[]

Stop that at once.

[odalinquent]

...so where do I take my bath?

[Huh. Seems like she did what she was told and moved on immediately, isn't that great Gilgamesh.]

[babbylon]

This way.

[Gilgamesh makes to lead her...

...but then swivels on his heel and carries her upside down at the very last second.]

[odalinquent]

[oh my god wHY IS HE LIKE THIS WHAT KIND OF OLD MAN IS THIS]

N-not this again!! Put me down you shitty old man! Hey! Knock it off!!!

[FLAILING.]

I stopped, didn't I?!

[babbylon]

[No response... she's hefted all the way to the bathroom like a sack of potatoes.

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.]

[odalinquent]

[As much as she appreciates the #aesthetic he has going on here, she's...

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.]

[babbylon]

[No response.

Take off your clothes.]

[odalinquent]

[no]

[babbylon]

[REACHES

FOR]

[odalinquent]

[the water level is now adequate enough for her to just

cup some water into her hand

and throw it in his face.]

I said I can do this myself.

[babbylon]

[Cool, but he's not moving. And actually...]

Have you something to hide, girl?

[odalinquent]

It isn't that strange to want privacy in a place like this.

[She frowns.]

You've been helpful, but you're still a complete stranger. You can't expect me to be comfortable with this.

[babbylon]

You're in my home. Under my roof, you abide my rules.

[Repeating:]

What would you seek to conceal from the eyes of Gilgamesh?

[odalinquent]

It's none of your business.

[She stands up; her clothing is soaked now, along with most of her body.

Firmly:]

If those are the rules, then I'm not taking a bath.

[babbylon]

You are frightened.

[Gilgamesh stares back at her, unblinkingly.]

Tell me why and I will go.

[odalinquent]

I am not frightened!

[She snaps back instantly, and loudly.]

What does it even matter to you? Is this just some depraved curiosity?

[babbylon]

[Calmly:]

We bathe together in my culture as a sign of affection. Is it not the same in yours?