[treasure 2][log+network] they wanna get my gold on the ceiling

[throwmoreswords]

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.) ]

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out and about

[lowestclass]

[ while jinwoo isn't someone who can afford to go to a shop that sells 15$ coffee on the regular, he is at least in a similar boat to gilgamesh: out from the place he's called home most of his recent life, and taking time to explore the place they've both found themselves in.

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...

[throwmoreswords]

[ what in the fucking draculas

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. ]

[lowestclass]

[ it only shows minutely on his face, but the fact that Gil doesn't jump out of his skin pleases Jinwoo. Part of him hopes the man maybe did notice him before he spoke, but had been politely waiting for him to speak first.


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... ]

[throwmoreswords]

[ the last thing that made Gilgamesh leap out of his fucking skin was a 10 ft tall devil hover-farting his way to his balcony you think a weird goth is gonna register as more than a 'haugh, ghoulie'.

he stares at this bitch with his nightlight eyes and oddly serene expression, sipping his coffee again as both of them completely fail to initiate a normal human conversation and go right into speculations about weird, dangerous shit. ]

How prepared would you consider yourself to be, right now?

[ because man bangs are starting to sound really good now; what's a little dangerous animal in the face of satisfying one's curiosity? Gilgamesh's father probably owned exotic cats lets be real with each other here. ]

[lowestclass]

[ that...................... definitely gets a startled look from Jinwoo. You can almost see how it flickers across his face, those glowing night-eyes widening as his brain slowly puts the pieces together. Gil's expression, the question of how prepared he is...

Ah.

Oh. ]

I would consider myself prepared enough, were it to come down to it. [ he's got a dagger hidden under his robe, if worst came to worst, and Igris is always hiding in his shadow, so... ]

I may well be the best person you could ask what I think you're about to ask me. However, I will have to warn you against ...misbehaving in another world. I apologise, I've been rude--I haven't introduced myself.

My name is Sung Jinwoo, and I'm with the Black Order.

[throwmoreswords]

[ come on, Gilgamesh hadn't said he wanted to go into the portal with Sung Jinwoo--he's just here, sipping his coffee and wearing a black leather trenchcoat that Ann probably picked out for him, eyes lidded as Jinwoo goes through the closest thing to a face journey that any proper goth will ever go through. ]

Well. What's stopping you from having a look around, then? [ because Gilgamesh is good at goading people into doing stupid things. it's like his thing. ]

Hoh? And what is it you think I'm going to ask you for, mysterious man who's just sauntered up behind me while I'm here, enjoying my coffee? [ he tips his head as he's offered Jinwoo's name, and then raises his coffee accordingly. ]

I'm Gil[gamesh. it feels weird not to say it, and there's definitely a moment where he hangs as he remembers to bite the name in half.] and I think I own a nightclub with that name in Finland.

[lowestclass]

[ just there! sipping your coffee! being vague and mysterious and !!!! saying things that are easy to misinterpret like you're walking face-first into a trap!!
jinwoo isn't the smartest apple on the tree, and he ALWAYS goes with the closest conclusion he comes to, instead of the most logical one!!! ]

Because going into a spirit gate alone without any sort of backup, or people who know you're in there is foolish, of course. [ the situation has gone from weird and intriguing to... honestly funny, as the king accuses him of being mysterious while gil was just enjoying a drink. ]

I appologise if I was being presumptuous, then. I didn't mean to suggest you were pushing for just a thing, you just seemed intrigued, so...

[ a little sigh as he hangs his head down. He doesn't know what he said that related to a nightclub, man... ]

I just figured that if you wanted to go in, I'd offer to watch your back, so long as you didn't do anything ill-intended once inside.
It's... sort of my job to protect realms like this one.

[throwmoreswords]

[ it's probably a good thing that apples are the brute force fruit and not the smart fruit, given that Gilgamesh is about as subtle as a neon sign--but he also always goes with his gut, and forges boldly forward whether it works out for him or not. critical thinking is for wise kings and casters. ]

Of course, of course. [ is it really an accusation if the 'strange, unexpected weirdo' moniker fits? wear the hat that matches you, jinwoo. ]

I admit, I am rather intrigued, but I am also incredibly aware that I am mostly a normal human man, so if things go as awry as all the little pamphlets and warning signs say they could... [ he gives a rather theatrical shrug; death by super rat isn't really his idea of a good time

... but he is so terribly curious, and when Jinwoo offers to accompany him, Gilgamesh finds himself smirking, the pupils of his eyes narrowing to intrigued slits as he fixes the shadow-man with his blood-red gaze. ] Ah? And what sort of compensation would you be expecting for a bit of bodyguard work, hmn?

I've no ill intentions. What sort of mischief can I get up to with a cup of coffee and a cellphone, really?

1/2

[lowestclass]

[ a brute force fruit is definitely more his speed. even if jinwoo isnt exactly a brute force creature at this moment--a strength he mastered in a past life isn't one he's regained yet in this one--it's still better than the rusty gears between his ears. ]

It's good that you're wary of warning signs and dangers. Some people just don't have that sort of caution, and it's pretty dangerous. [ he's talking about himself. he's got a little glimmer to his eye. ]

...Compensation?
It'd be unfair to expect compensation when we would be looking out for one another, yes? Maybe you are just a normal human man, but. It's not like I'm going to be the one protecting us if we get into danger.

[ which SOUNDS bad, but... he then lifts an arm, a gloved hand coming out from underneath his robe as his fingers curl, lifting in a practiced motion.

His eyes flash, going from that odd blue-ish colour, to a purple, and the shadows that jinwoo covers himself in almost become smoky? for a moment? like they're lifting off of him, taking on life of their own. ]

2/2

[lowestclass]

Arise.

[ His voice has an odd reverb, a quiet hiss, like it wasn't him talking that single command.

And from his shadow, out steps a Knight-- almost seven feet tall, cracks between its armour glowing much like Jinwoo's eyes as it all but comes to life from where it had been hiding.

Standing behind the pair, with waiting, quiet purpose, to be told what its task is, for some command. ]

....My friend doesn't really require money for his bodyguard services, you see.