Absolutely inane. If I make it past the week I don't know that I'll ever hold a scrap of respect for the man again, regardless of his technically invaluable help in this overall situation. [ Gil would've figured it out... slowly. probably putting his back more to the wall than it is, but still. ] What a prick.
[ he's dwelling somewhere between angry and exhausted and it's making him just... candid, his mana-cloud of an existence spreading and then drawing back in as best as it can, leaving people stuck in the past where they go in favor of the
admittedly not that impressive future ]
There's an impossible option, an unethical option, an unpleasant option, and an inevitable option. [ more than the three he posed, but he's remembering bits and pieces of what Waver Velvet told him as he tries to regurgitate his thoughts in something resembling order. ]
First of all, if we can manage to scrounge up the Holy Grail, I could make a wish on it for a body and an existence. Second of all, I could feed on the souls and essence of the living. I remember something about a basement full of... donors. [ full of orphans. delicious orphans. ] Third, I could just cease to exist. Call it a good run, put my affairs in order, and flip this existence off on my way out to the next one. If I don't do something, that's the way it'll end.
[ and he's still honestly considering it, fear of death aside. what's worse? being humbled or being dead. ]
And fourth. [ a long pause. the dreaded, the inevitable. ] I can bend to my previous existence's limitations, find a person of suitable magical energy and skill, and make a pact with them--becoming a Servant to their Master.
nuggies pls
Absolutely inane. If I make it past the week I don't know that I'll ever hold a scrap of respect for the man again, regardless of his technically invaluable help in this overall situation. [ Gil would've figured it out... slowly. probably putting his back more to the wall than it is, but still. ] What a prick.
[ he's dwelling somewhere between angry and exhausted and it's making him just... candid, his mana-cloud of an existence spreading and then drawing back in as best as it can, leaving people stuck in the past where they go in favor of the
admittedly not that impressive
future ]
There's an impossible option, an unethical option, an unpleasant option, and an inevitable option. [ more than the three he posed, but he's remembering bits and pieces of what Waver Velvet told him as he tries to regurgitate his thoughts in something resembling order. ]
First of all, if we can manage to scrounge up the Holy Grail, I could make a wish on it for a body and an existence.
Second of all, I could feed on the souls and essence of the living. I remember something about a basement full of... donors. [ full of orphans. delicious orphans. ]
Third, I could just cease to exist. Call it a good run, put my affairs in order, and flip this existence off on my way out to the next one. If I don't do something, that's the way it'll end.
[ and he's still honestly considering it, fear of death aside. what's worse? being humbled or being dead. ]
And fourth. [ a long pause. the dreaded, the inevitable. ] I can bend to my previous existence's limitations, find a person of suitable magical energy and skill, and make a pact with them--becoming a Servant to their Master.
[ can energy seethe? he's seething. ]