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[treasure 2][log+network] they wanna get my gold on the ceiling
WHO: gilgamesh and you
WHERE: network; anywhere in the city
WHEN: randomly throughout june and early july
WHAT: sometimes you're remembering that you're a king and you're in some new found feelings about it, hating every second, and sometimes you're wandering around and stimulating the local economy.
WARNINGS: gilgamesh is gilgamesh.
network post; text; un: AUO
A question's come to mind about the curious phenomenon of having another self. How have the rest of you found yourselves reconciling who you are with who you were? I suppose a similar questions applies to people who are experiencing the other sort of change; how do you decide what's important from where you are versus where you were?
It's all so incredibly pretentious sounding, isn't it.
I also require five letter words, apparently only in English. Who knew they made magic swords that could only recognize one language? One would presume that a magic sword wouldn't need to be so limited, but one supposes that mankind is ever the true handicap of his own potential.
out and about; the king in general
[ of course there's only so much time one can spend indoors answering e-mails from suddenly panicked upper management and investors who want to know when Gil's going to be returning to a country closer to them; so the king finds himself going out and about and ignoring the buzzing of his ridiculous golden phone as he throws himself into doing what he likes best: finding interesting new stuff.
he'll poke his nose into local establishments of all shape and storefront, likely with a cup of overprice coffee in hand as he tries to spend money and feel something, probably in that order. he'll also be easy to find staring thoughtfully at the stable gate to Kanto (still with a cup of obnoxious, expensive coffee in hand as he thinks about it, really thinks about it, his conflicting interests of being a normal-ass human being and being some sort of adventurer king doing hell on him internally.
it's like debating about whether to shave your head and cut your hair into bangs ramped up to eleven because there are rats that shoot fire from their asses inside that portal, and Gil is, cannot be stressed enough, a normal guy.) ]
WHERE: network; anywhere in the city
WHEN: randomly throughout june and early july
WHAT: sometimes you're remembering that you're a king and you're in some new found feelings about it, hating every second, and sometimes you're wandering around and stimulating the local economy.
WARNINGS: gilgamesh is gilgamesh.
network post; text; un: AUO
A question's come to mind about the curious phenomenon of having another self. How have the rest of you found yourselves reconciling who you are with who you were? I suppose a similar questions applies to people who are experiencing the other sort of change; how do you decide what's important from where you are versus where you were?
It's all so incredibly pretentious sounding, isn't it.
I also require five letter words, apparently only in English. Who knew they made magic swords that could only recognize one language? One would presume that a magic sword wouldn't need to be so limited, but one supposes that mankind is ever the true handicap of his own potential.
out and about; the king in general
[ of course there's only so much time one can spend indoors answering e-mails from suddenly panicked upper management and investors who want to know when Gil's going to be returning to a country closer to them; so the king finds himself going out and about and ignoring the buzzing of his ridiculous golden phone as he throws himself into doing what he likes best: finding interesting new stuff.
he'll poke his nose into local establishments of all shape and storefront, likely with a cup of overprice coffee in hand as he tries to spend money and feel something, probably in that order. he'll also be easy to find staring thoughtfully at the stable gate to Kanto (still with a cup of obnoxious, expensive coffee in hand as he thinks about it, really thinks about it, his conflicting interests of being a normal-ass human being and being some sort of adventurer king doing hell on him internally.
it's like debating about whether to shave your head and cut your hair into bangs ramped up to eleven because there are rats that shoot fire from their asses inside that portal, and Gil is, cannot be stressed enough, a normal guy.) ]
out and about
on jinwoo's half, it was a matter of wanting to familiarize himself with the city and its ins and outs due to his orders--but also the desire to get out of his house. He hates feeling so cramped up--even if it means going out in the sun. Which is why he approaches Gil wearing a hood, as well as a long, black robe that covers nearly his whole body. He's even wearing gloves and, comically, a wide-brimmed umbrella on a day where the sun is hanging overhead.
And most unfortunately, due to a few curses he has, Gilgamesh may not even notice him standing pretty much directly next to him until he opens his mouth to speak--shadow almost sticking to this guy like he's come from them, himself. ]
Kind of strange to look at, isn't it.
A portal, right out in the open. In a park, no less.
And yet most people can't even see it...
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to Gilgamesh's credit, while he does startle, he's not going to drop his coffee or go leaping away like he's just been pranked by some terrible reality TV show--though Jinwoo will earn some bombastic, criminally offensive grade side-eye when the king jolts as he gloomily announces his presence and says part of what Gil himself is thinking. ]
Something like that. I find myself terribly curious to see what's on the other side, but I've been cautioned against doing so while unprepared.
[ normal people do like--introductions, questions, names, but Gilgamesh will match the energy of whatever in the Goth hell is happening next to him... taking a sip of his coffee at the same time, the pupil of his eye pulled to a tight, curious slit instead of a normal, more humanoid rounded shape. ]
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while believing that very dumbly optimistic conclusion, he tips his head toward the golden man. A slight smile on his shaded face as a pair of glowing eyes meet slitted, catlike ones with an easy gaze. ]
Most open gates like this can lead to worlds that are dangerous, that's true. I've been in a few myself.
This one isn't any huge exception, I've read that there's very strange animals inside. Both dangerous, but also some interesting.
Going inside alone definitely isn't a good idea, unprepared.
[ he blinks once, slowly at the man, trying to consider. he's curious about the gate itself, but... given his track record, is it a good idea to offer to explore a little together? or is it reckless? he's gonna lose himself in thinking, for a moment... ]
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UN: hikari-vi | text
So I suppose I've settled on trying not to worry about what my past self would do, and instead focus on figuring out what I can do to live up to the legacy that comes with the powers I have, in my own way.
[...]
"Penis", obviously.
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Also I was trying not to be a fifteen year old boy, but that was a fool's errand in the end. The veins and texture are deeply disconcerting.
[ attached is just... it's just the swordiest dick to ever sword-dick sword-dickily. is it glistening a little? ]
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Look someone was going to say it eventually. [Sure Jun. He looks at that photo and just]
Ah, yeah I don't know what else I expected.
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Text | UN: makeitaventi
[Venti sure isn't going to talk about that in detail, of course, but it's fine. Probably.]
If it's five letter English words you need, I'm your guy! Allow me the pleasure to list some of my favorites:
Wrens
Birds
Lover
Marry
Winds
Wings
Above
Green
Arrow
Music
Penis
Bless
Prick
Girth
Liver
Freed
Vulva
Finds
Clits
Court
Should I keep going?
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[ it's fine, probably. ]
Give you an inch and you'll help yourself to a mile, gods above.
[ and yet, because Gil's parents didn't raise no bitch, Venti is going to get a collection of images: a tiny, colorful sword-blade that looks like a pair of fairy wrens trapped by their tails, a more metallic pair of birds with their wings a glistening, silver blur because apparently the Swordle likes to make things alive when it can, a rather racy looking series of lumps underneath a pale, thin sheet, scattered with rose petals, a very fancy little sword in a little sword wedding dress and a little sword veil, a sword that isn't so much a sword as it is a vortex of blurry movements and inexplicable leaves, a winged sword that would put your animes to shame, a sword that appears to be made of that weird asbestos popcorn-ceiling stipling shit, an incredibly green sword, looking like it'd been yanked right from the Emerald City, a sword that is not a sword at all, but an arrow pointing That-A-Way, a sword that looks like someone did terrible things using a whetstone to an otamotone, the return of the veiny, girthy penis sword from Jun's invocations, a rather nice looking white sword with some faint sparkling and glow effects to it, a sword that probably should've been a penis but definitely looks like someone did horrible science with a hypodermic needle instead, a Fucking Thiccc with Three Cs sword that barely fits on the desk Gilgamesh is working with, a brown, meaty sword that leaves a puddle of red gloop underneath it, limp and incredibly juicy, a sword that appears to have been dipped in batter and crisped until golden brown in hot oil, another... meaty sword that is certainly Shaped and demurely draped, a sword that is just a magnifying glass, a sword that's, again, flesh, and covered in fleshy polyps that young men were never meant to see, and then finally, a blade shaft that's wearing a rather respectable little black robe and a fancy powdered wig, all appropriately sword sized. ]
The meat based ones are deeply upsetting.
text; un: eunietheboss
[EUNIE.]
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[ attached is a picture of a sword with, frankly, the shapeliest set of sword jubblies the world has ever seen, the sort of rack that makes weirdos on the internet horny about inanimate objects. it's a marvel. if Gil had tear ducts, he might've shed one. ]
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know what 9/10 i'm feeling generous today.
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UN: Thorn; Text
I suppose 'prick' fits, though.
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[ attached as pictures are, once again, the veiniest sword dick to dick swordily in the world and a rather worrying sword that is all sword, very hypodermic needle. ]
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I'm not even sure if you deserve such an awful weapon.
text: UN: hotgoss
Most of my past life is completely and utterly batshit so it's p.easy to just treat it as a weird fever dream like 80% of the time. REGARDLESS, it's not like it's anything we can go back to, right? Dead worlds, dead us-es. Just use it as, like, EXTRA life experience, I guess?
Venti and Jun already beat me to the great dick words, what more could you need? ;) wink wonk.
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But for some people, that past life informs strange, wonderful new possibilities--though I'm not sure what life experience a normal human man can glean from the idea of going to fight a massive beast. If I were given to fretting, I'd be almost disappointed in myself for shying away from the concept.
There are things more wonderful in the world than dick; for example.
[ like his attached pictures; a sword made of so much colorful, wonderful MONEY, and then a second sword, all ZEBRA stripes, black and white all up and down the blade as Gilgamesh gives a very good impression of someone who's not jealous of Vergil Vittore. ]
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From the memories I've got of my past self dealing with various eldritch horrors, what I'm gleaning is most trauma nightmares. But I guess I know how to fight in a war now? Thanks, Past Me? Think I'm happier just being a theatre owner and not dealing with any of that tbh. Do you have fighting massive bests in your memories?
[The MONEY is amusing, but this zebrataur definitely didn't think about ZEBRA at all. The moron. Gil can't see it, but he squeals in delight, the definitely not jealous impression sweeping right over his beautiful head.]
Okay, so that last one IS pretty wonderful, that's TRUE. More wonderful than dick? DEBATABLE, but for SURE in the running. The stripes go with everything y'know?
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text; un: darkSlayer
I wish to still be me, who I am, who I know myself best as. It is my most forward self, after all--who I grew up being, so to speak.
However, the more I remember of who I used to be, the more I find myself tipping into thoughts and feelings that are not my own. And I am uncertain, as of yet, if that is something I merely need to get used to, or something to be wary of.
As for words...
[ because hes pretending not to see the previous suggestions that are mostly INAPPROPRIATE.... ]
Topaz
Chair
Crown
Space
Earth
Jewel
Cross
Briar
Fruit
Devil.
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[ and then he'll show just how much he doesn't envy Vergil by taking his picture requests. a glittering, golden sword, see-through and amber-bright, Gilgamesh definitely had to stand up because that's a just a folded steel chair attached to the crossguard of his sword, a rather fancy prop crown that wouldn't be out of place on some sort of grimdark fantasy show where the crown had to be made of swords for some symbolic shitty reason, a black blade glittering with stars in distant, twinkling clusters, followed by a sword that is just made of dirt. dirt sword. and then back to glimmering, gleaming precious stones, glittering rainbow like an opal, followed by the power of Christ compelling you as it becomes the Bible's favorite sword, then a sword wrapped in steel thorns, gnarled and wicked, followed by a bright yellow banana, peel flopping over the hilt of the sword as the pale yellow fruit stands tall and proud, and then... much like Moxxie, the devil-sword has gone down to Georgia with a gleaming golden fiddle, and it's looking for a soul to steal. ]
That reminds me. I also have a staff that has an interesting effect on plants.
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But the offer still stands that if you need to go over said memories to try to understand them, I am always willing to lend an ear. ...While not spooking you off a balcony.
[ he's going to give each picture the attention it deserves--while some of the swords are weird and unfortunate, some of them are truly fascinating. What an interesting weapon... ]
--Oh? I am interested in this staff.
Tell me about it.
out and about;
A curious style of ceramic, is it not? You can see by the color that it was highly influenced by Chinese porcelain, though this is a Persian blue glaze. The elite of the time collected porcelain so Eastern motifs were sometimes repeated in the work. This one is a little different, however.
[He draws closer, and points to the rim of the plate.]
The pattern around the edge actually contains a quatrain by a Persian poet about the harvest. It is a faithful imitation of a prominent museum piece in the Royal Ontario Museum. It may not be genuine, as the real thing is several hundred years old by now, but it has been handmade with great care.
[Gil may be excused for wondering who is mansplaining Persian pottery to him, especially a guy dressed like a fucking anime character. Normal people don't wear weird dragon trenchcoats and glowy things.]
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Gilgamesh is turning a plate in his hands, careful as he regards the piece--and because, again, it takes more than a dark-haired weirdo manifesting at his elbow to startle Gilgamesh (there is a 10 foot minimum on freaking him out when approaching), he barely flinches when the resident antiquarian from the local LARP meetup slams in with an emotional Red Bull in hand, his hyperfixation well on display.
... and because Gilgamesh is the kind of person who would attend a LARP meetup just to see what the hell people were doing there, he actually listens quite attentively, turning the plate for Zhongli as the man identifies the poetry woven into the design like the world's most helpful pair of hands on the Antique Roadshow.
normal people don't wear dragon trenchcoats with LEDs sewn into key places, but they also don't wear black leather trenchcoats with asymmetrical sleeves and one (1) glove, so Zhongli is in Company at least, even if it isn't good. ]
How fascinating! My mother owned several sets of pieces like this that she'd have the maids display depending on the season, so I found the design rather nostalgic. She'd likely be displeased to think that she hadn't owned the originals after all.
[ he seems... amused at the thought, turning the plate to get a better look at the inscription to see how much of the poem he can pick out. ]
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Is that so? The Safavid era was undoubtedly a high point that remains popular to this day, so it's possible they were genuine. Only an experienced appraiser would be able to tell the difference with some of the replicas on the market. This one, thankfully, doesn't claim to be something it's not.
[Zhongli could be said to be a company that is not good either, depending. He won't judge. Yet.]
Of course, I've had my share of encounters with antique shop owners who do not take kindly to my corrections. Some people simply prefer their untruths.
Is there something particular that you are searching for today? I may be able to point you in the right direction. [a pause] Not as an employee, of course, but as someone who also enjoys beautiful items with history.
Network post - Text; un: Opera_Ghost
Oh, and I have a few five letter words!
rifle
opera
demon
devil
burst
I hope those will be useful!
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Pictures to the best of my abilities, of course.
[ a collection of swords, part two; that is just the sharpest looking sniper rifle in the world, like somebody roided up a bayonet, followed by a sword with a viking helmet and a tightly-laced bodice and what appear to be a pair of lips, why does it have lips swordle that's upsetting, although the pair of blood red pectorals, beefy arms to match, black horns, and black bat-wings that follow are mid-level contenders for equally upsetting, why does the swordle glisten, then apparently, legally distinct of the demon sword there comes a sword hauling a golden fiddle, though where the fiddle comes from on a sword is anyone's guess
and then there's the last word, which Gilgamesh has to send as a video--slightly off center, as he clicks in the word 'burst' and the swordle just goes for a flashbang of light and sound. Gilgamesh's voice is pleasant, all things considered. ]
I can't see anything anymore. I'll be sending you the bill.
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