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kaisou2023-06-27 10:54 am
throwmoreswords) wrote in kaisou2023-06-27 10:54 am
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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.) ]
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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[ ... and there's an attached video to show. just that. look at them go. breasting boobily on the blade. ]
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yeah i'd say it's impressive
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The word pendulous comes to mind. I wonder if I've given my sword back pain.
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back pain's a day in the life of the big titty committee you get used to it
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[ introducing the NOVEL sword; it's a video this time because Gilgamesh is very, very carefully thumbing through the 'pages' of the world's oddest shaped 'how to stab people' manual, rubbing his fingers together when a sharp page nicks him. ]
Well that takes all of the joy out of it. I almost feel compelled to buy a brassiere to properly support its chest.
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good luck trying to find a size for it that always fits that shits a nightmare
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You'd order a bra for your sword custom, of course. Why have a tit sword if you're not going to buy it custom accessories? [ what are you, poor ]