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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.) ]
no subject
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.
Voice
I'm sorry, that was just too perfect. All those swords were great.
[...yes, he really did just call the weird body horror opera and devil swords 'great', even after seeing those weird glistening sword abs and sword lips.]
Anyway, murders aside I haven't really been any better or worse than the demon I was before. I'm the same person, I just have a new life.