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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.) ]
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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.
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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
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
[ 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.