kaisou | [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.

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? ]

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But the water slide is so big. And the wave pool is huge! It's pretty important, damn it.

"Is that so." At the same time, the thought of being beholden to anyone, even for a fleeting moment, runs so counterintuitive to who and what he's always been, it rankles him down to his nonexistent bones and back up again.

"I suppose it couldn't hurt to know. If nothing else, I'll exit existence knowing more than I came in with, and isn't that just the longterm goal."

Ritsuka once threw herself in front of a werewolf for a friend, she absolutely can ignore a water slide for a bit.

That said, she'll go ahead and explain the making a contract bit, which we'll handwave because there's enough nasubabble in this post already. Suffice it to say she knows her stuff and being an ordinary person herself, knows how to put it into ordinary terms.

That done, though...

"I think it's worth considering, at least. I know I'd rather not see you just disappear, you know?"

But werewolves don't have thousands upon thousands of faintly tropical scented water lapping at your ankles at body temperature.

The nasubabble is thick and full of metaphors and human meaning and Gilgamesh's proverbial head is spinning. Literally, his head is probably splitting apart, two different blobs of mana going in two different directions because this is so much and yet it's terribly familiar and he hates it.

He hates it almost as much as he hates the sincerity of someone saying they'd miss him outright, unlike everyone else who's trying to help him so that they can look at themselves in the mirror in the morning.

"... I don't want to disappear. But the idea of handing someone else the crux of my existence is horrifying."

Sure but all that warm water isn't threatening harm to someone she cares about.

"I don't think there's anything I can do about that for you, sorry. But I guess... is that really worse than not doing it? After all, if you try it out, then decide later you really don't want to do it, there's ways to end a contract.

"And at least, that would give you more time, instead of trying to deal with everything at once right now."

It's not really a threat, is it? More of just a natural consequence. An occurrence. Something that happens because that's what it is.

"I suppose there's some measure of truth to that," he'll admit eventually, mulishly. "And I suppose if you frame it that way, it's not... completely unreasonable as an option."

It is, but there's nothing else to be done, is there?

But it's something preventable. Even if the means to prevent it is one that she'd never do more than encourage, and never even dream of trying to force.

"Like I said, it's up to you. But at least... think about it a little, first?"

It's unreasonable circumstances, so of course it is. Which is why Ritsuka won't ask for more than that Gil give some thought to the options before committing to a decision, one way or another.

Firing squad or electric chair was never much of a choice, was it? It seems like it should be so easy--just find somebody to trust and take a leap of faith with them and it all works out, right?

"I will consider it. I should have some time to consider all of my options."

Apparently soul-eating is something he could get in on. Where's a little Hostess-snack cake in orphan flavor when you need one?

Then again he'd have to actually kill someone and he's never crossed that particular precipice before, so. Things to consider.

For Ritsuka, it would be easy, trusting others coming naturally to her. But she's not Gil, and Gil's not her, so it's his ego that has to grapple with the dilemma.

"Probably, yeah. You should be able to sense when you can't hang on much longer, at least."

A pause.

"Let me know if there's anything I can do to help, though?"

It's his ego that always loses him fights, too. His biggest weakness, the heel for Sumerian Achilles. Trust is not something you give when you're an overseer.

"Very well. Then I will make sure that whatever timetable I'm on, it's spent fruitfully."

A pause in turn.

"... if something comes to mind, Ritsuka Fujimaru, I will call upon you."

Which is more than most people have ever gotten from him.

Knowing his ego, Ritsuka won't try to press the issue further. She's said her piece, given the information she has, and even made known her feelings. Attempting to pressure him one way or another would be fruitless; Gil always does what Gil wants at the end of the day, it just sometimes may happen to be the same as what someone else wants.

Still, despite the gravity of the situation, that last answer earns a small unseen smile.

"Thanks. I hope you can figure something out."

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