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kaisou2024-02-01 06:05 pm
throwmoreswords) wrote in kaisou2024-02-01 06:05 pm
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[treasure 7] and i'm feelin' like a ghost, and it's what i hate the most
WHO: Gilgamesh + the network
WHERE: the network and maybe Gilgamesh's Serenitea pot at Vergil's house if ya'll wanna swing by?
WHEN: February 1st
WHAT: sometimes, the ghost of you is more present than ever and you have a couple of good things and one really alarming thing to address.
Rejoice, mongrels, for the Wakawaka Zabuun waterpark will be open in a mere two weeks time! It's amazing what you can get done with monetary grease to both the modern workforce and the wheels of bureaucracy! What better place to enjoy a day with your loved ones than in a fully heated, fully functional tropical paradise away from anything tropic? Vergil Vittore's previously informed me that I could 'afford to be less of a skinflint miser' and I suppose I will consider granting VIP passes to the users of this particular application if you ask politely enough.
Secondly! Zulius, ever a visionary and genius ahead of his time, has stumbled upon the concept of a Kaisou Calendar for charity. As he's either announced or will announce, I didn't care enough to check, if you're over the age of 18 and willing to show a little skin for a good cause, feel free to contact either of us. There will be a men's and women's edition; I've seen what you people get horny about. Your taste is impeccable, even if most of your vibes are rancid.
[ he sounds so cheerful, and then he's silent.
there's a long pause, as if Gilgamesh forgot to stop recording his voice. there's a few chirpy beeps, and then he starts speaking again--but it sounds a lot more. stressed? not even slightly resembling his beginning boomingly playful tone, spoken at a normal person level of voice. like he's being held hostage in his own voice post. it appears Goldie has applied a filter to keep certain zealous eyes off of whatever else is happening in his Livejournal entry. ]
And now that most people have dispersed, my body has completely disappeared. Are dreams about whales portentous? [ he's trying to channel bemused ease, but it's probably not working. ] So, I don't have a physical presence anymore, and I feel oddly... floaty. I don't know how to get out of my teapot--it feels strange and staticky when I try, like I might get swept up into whatever magic makes the transition happen and fail to come out on the other end. I've passed through the walls of my house several times and it gets no less jarring each time it happens.
Any information regarding rampant curses or unexpected magic would be appreciated.
... I do have a more focused suspicion as to what my sudden weight loss might be attributed to, but I'd rather not entertain that right now if there's some plague of de-materialization sweeping the city. It would be. Bothersome.
... thank you for your time. I suppose.
Why must this be so difficult to end--
[ how do you poke the off button when you don't have hands?? slam your spirit against it until electricity does something and you're left in eerie, uncomfortable silence, feeling odd and fallen apart. do they make gloves that let incorporeal fingers work swipe lockscreens? ]
WHERE: the network and maybe Gilgamesh's Serenitea pot at Vergil's house if ya'll wanna swing by?
WHEN: February 1st
WHAT: sometimes, the ghost of you is more present than ever and you have a couple of good things and one really alarming thing to address.
un; AUO, voice post; network
Rejoice, mongrels, for the Wakawaka Zabuun waterpark will be open in a mere two weeks time! It's amazing what you can get done with monetary grease to both the modern workforce and the wheels of bureaucracy! What better place to enjoy a day with your loved ones than in a fully heated, fully functional tropical paradise away from anything tropic? Vergil Vittore's previously informed me that I could 'afford to be less of a skinflint miser' and I suppose I will consider granting VIP passes to the users of this particular application if you ask politely enough.
Secondly! Zulius, ever a visionary and genius ahead of his time, has stumbled upon the concept of a Kaisou Calendar for charity. As he's either announced or will announce, I didn't care enough to check, if you're over the age of 18 and willing to show a little skin for a good cause, feel free to contact either of us. There will be a men's and women's edition; I've seen what you people get horny about. Your taste is impeccable, even if most of your vibes are rancid.
[ he sounds so cheerful, and then he's silent.
there's a long pause, as if Gilgamesh forgot to stop recording his voice. there's a few chirpy beeps, and then he starts speaking again--but it sounds a lot more. stressed? not even slightly resembling his beginning boomingly playful tone, spoken at a normal person level of voice. like he's being held hostage in his own voice post. it appears Goldie has applied a filter to keep certain zealous eyes off of whatever else is happening in his Livejournal entry. ]
And now that most people have dispersed, my body has completely disappeared. Are dreams about whales portentous? [ he's trying to channel bemused ease, but it's probably not working. ] So, I don't have a physical presence anymore, and I feel oddly... floaty. I don't know how to get out of my teapot--it feels strange and staticky when I try, like I might get swept up into whatever magic makes the transition happen and fail to come out on the other end. I've passed through the walls of my house several times and it gets no less jarring each time it happens.
Any information regarding rampant curses or unexpected magic would be appreciated.
... I do have a more focused suspicion as to what my sudden weight loss might be attributed to, but I'd rather not entertain that right now if there's some plague of de-materialization sweeping the city. It would be. Bothersome.
... thank you for your time. I suppose.
Why must this be so difficult to end--
[ how do you poke the off button when you don't have hands?? slam your spirit against it until electricity does something and you're left in eerie, uncomfortable silence, feeling odd and fallen apart. do they make gloves that let incorporeal fingers work swipe lockscreens? ]
voice; un: AUO
Sounds awful. Past me was terrible. This is apparently the opinion of every iteration of me, but I feel particularly empowered to say it right now.
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It is less to do with who you were, and more to do with what you were. [...]
What do you recall of beings known as Servants or Heroic Spirits?
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Enough to really, really hope that this isn't that. I'm guessing you know more?
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Somewhat. All I have learned has been within this realm. Servants -- Heroic Spirits -- are just that. Spirits. Beings comprised entirely of aether, or mana. In order to remain tethered to the world, they will need to contract with a "Master" who can act as a suitable source for it.
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I was contentedly human aligned yesterday. Isn't this a splendid idea of a cosmic joke? [ what's a king to a jester, unless you make the king the jester because the greater macrocosmic will of the universe is a sadistic prick--you're supposed to be the favorite, damn it. this is s for sucks. ]
So the theory is that I hand over the root of my existence and a just a few little instances of my free will and I just spend my days happily parasitic until it all goes to hell, right?
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Gods knew this realm saw fit to make fools of everyone. Gilgamesh was simply not immune to it. No one was immune, inevitably Kaisou would bring about something to change their life or power.
He was quiet for a while. Ordinarily, he would try and soften the situation. Make it sound far less dire than it was because in reality it did not need to be as horrid of an experience as it is being described depending on the Master. With anyone else at least. Not with the one man who made him question why he did that in the first place.]
To mince words would be pointless. Yes, that is correct. [...]
However, if you've someone you are willing to put your trust in that will not abuse the power Command Seals grant, you've naught to fear of your will being anything but your own as it has ever been.
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for someone who made an enemy of the gods professionally you'd think he'd have been smarter about things, and yet here he is, his fatal flaw on full display as his hubris carried him through a fun, happy life until he slammed face first into a wall, and what a wall it was
Takame is, blessedly, blunt, and so Gilgamesh will give him the honor of returning the same, subdued and tired and quiet. it takes a lot of energy that he doesn't have to spare right now to be audacious and loud. ]
Of course. I remember that much.
... I don't think there's anyone I trust to that level. [ oh, what a lonely man. isn't it funny which cycles choose to repeat on end? ]
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[Again, he went quiet. Takame didn't know Gilgamesh well. He did not care to know Gilgamesh well. But there were others that did.
He wasn't going to bother offering himself and didn't want to. He wouldn't waste his breath or Gilgamesh's time beating around the bush so blunt he would remain.]
You will need to find someone soon. Or decide that there is someone you are willing to place your trust in. If you've already lost your physical form, you have little time left to decide should you wish to survive. [Not said as a threat, or even with feigned concern. Just stated as a mere matter of fact.]
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if mana clouds could sigh, he would. but feigning breathing takes time and energy, and so he does not. ]
Very well. Thank you for the information. [ it is what it is. nothing more, nothing less. ]
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