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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.

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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[ it would've been kind of funny if Zulius had gone into the pitch. part of Gilgamesh was hoping he would! it'd be nice if the world felt normal for just a while longer, but nooo, Zulius has to be empathetic and hone right in on the problem. ]

It's not great, no. [ he tries to sound so light about it--Zulius is the one person he doesn't really want to turn his ire on. ] It's unfortunately a circumstance of my past life--unless you have a spare pile of souls hanging around, I need to contemplate certain... solutions.

[It would be the perfect low-hanging fruit, something easy to slip into excitedly and drum up attention for that rather than... whatever the fuck is happening with Gilgamesh right now. But Zulius is too altruistic for such things. Not when a friend is in clear distress.

So, unfortunately for Gil, he'll have to deal with someone worrying about him. ]

Oh, damn, past life circumstances are the worst. Sorry, Buddy, I'm fresh out of souls. [He's a little afraid to ask. Gil... didn't put that in a very comforting way. It doesn't sound like this is gonna be easy.] So, what are your other solutions?

Edited 2024-02-04 17:53 (UTC)

[ but think of the poor people of Kaisou who need the hot people of Kaisou in skimpy outfits. it's public outreach, service, and charity all in one bag. who cares what Gilgamesh's deal is in the wake of that. ]

Darn. I have half a memory of a basement full of orphans--wonder if anyone has one of those laying around. [ again, it might be... a joke. maybe.

regardless, Gil continues on at a breezy clip. ]

In one scenario, I make a pact with someone and become their Servant. In another scenario, I burn up what's left of my magical energy just existing and I glitter away into nothingness. Alternatively, if the Holy Grail is just laying around, I could make a wish on that.

Edited 2024-02-04 18:32 (UTC)

[It's a huge public outreach! And yet here he is, focusing on the much smaller (but no less important) concern of His Friend Losing His Physical Form.]

Not the sort of thing you wanna misplace, Babe. Those orphans would be all kinds of stinky by now if they're living in a basement.

[It's fine, they can joke about imaginary orphans in a basement. Ha ha. ]

...Okay so I haven't seen any like, holy sippy cups around and I really don't like option two? Like- that sounds like a bad time? Not a super fan of one either, TBH, but thaaaat sounds like it's the only one you got?

[ Kaisou needs its skimpy calendar. the show must go on, even if one of the directors is suffering from a bad case of 'no meat' disease. ]

They don't stay in the basement for long if you're doing it right.

[ yeah, imaginary orphans in a basement. definitely. ]

I don't know. Option two is always in the cards, if it comes to to a case of my free will versus my dignity. [ which he apparently has? if you squint? ] The other option would involve finding someone powerful enough to not immediately keel over from my magic needs with a little something for their trouble.

[It's a pretty sizeable setback, but not one that can completely stop them. Come hell or high water and all that. ]

I'll take your word on that one, Babe.

[Squinting. He's SQUINTING. For reals.]

...Bitch, you have dignity? Since when? [It's said lovingly, totally.] Well, we've got like, a ton of gods and stuff here, right? Super powerful people! Someone's gotta be able to help.

[ the ho must go on ]

Foolish of you, but appreciated in this trying time.

[ Zulius doesn't deserve to have Fate/ canon inflicted on him.

the retort makes him laugh, though--which sounds a little staticky and floaty compared to his usual cackling. ]

Ha! When it serves my purpose, I do. [ affectionately rumbled, as much as he can ] The trick is that they'd hold the ability to order me to do... whatever pleases them. Only three times, but that's still three times too many.

What can I say, you gotta do foolish things for the people you care about. Such is life!

[He does not. He's a good guy he doesn't deserve any of this. ]

Oh... no. Oh, I don't like that at all. That can go into so many skeevy places. Like, you'd have to trust someone SO much with that- deffo not s stranger. And even then you're always gonna like. Worry about it.

I mean, I would worry about it. For you.

Who in the world do you care about? Vergil's not here, and neither are any of your flamboyant little weirdo fledglings.

[ Zulius deserves a mimosa and Vergil reading 5 star reviews of the Vogue on Kaisou's edition of Yelp! while shirtless, that's what Zulius deserves. ]

It's basically the only option unless we can shake the Holy Grail out of a tree or I start. [ can a cloud of magic sigh? he wants to sigh. ] Or I start consuming people, Zulius.

I am worried about it as well. Angered. Uncertain. Annoyed. Lots of negative words. It's why ceasing to exist almost feels like a fun side option to avoid the whole humiliating thing.

[There's a steady pause before Zulius responds slowly and deliberately like he's explaining that 2+2=4 to a small child. ]

You? You goober? Because you're my friend and you're supposed to care about your friends.

[He deserves all these things and yet does he get them? NO! Unfair! Criminal!!]

Yeeesh, yeah okay, that's a point. We don't want that. They'd get stuck in your teeth. [Ha ha, it's a joke. It's a funny joke to offset the fact he's genuinely worried about his friend here. ]

I mean, I get that. But- maybe one of them is like, trustworthy enough to uh... not screw you up that badly?

... one day, I will speak to you of Enkidu. Today is not that day, since there's already a lot going on.

[ wuff. all these people suddenly calling him friend. where the hell did all this come from? his head would be spinning, if he still had a head. ]

I think you turn them into a... magic soup, of sorts. No teeth incidents. [ very funny joke, haha. ha. gods. ]

I... don't know. I don't know if there's anyone I really trust to that degree. I've been very solitary most of my life, Zulius.

We can put a big, glittery pin in that for now. No worries.

[He mimes putting a pin into something. He's done this plenty with Vergil, he can do it for Gil, too.]

Yeeesh, that sounds like a bad time. No magical people soup, please.

[Hrm, he considers that- Zulius knows lots of people- more than he could count. His life has been the absolute opposite- or rather, his adult one. His childhood was a lot more lonesome. Regardless, trusting people is a trickier subject. Especially one like this. People who are very powerful, magically, tend to be more... well lacking in hinges. ]

I'd offer to help myself, buuuut I don't think it'd work. [And the idea of ACTUALLY having that level of control over someone makes his skin crawl. But-] Do you think it might work with Verg? He's got that whole... big demon energy thing going on, right?

[ Zulius is really the lynchpin that's holding the misanthropes guild together, truth be told.

he'll let the concept of magical people (child, specifically, but y'know) go, because all thing's considered, it's not... appealing. he doesn't know why the King's lunatic of a retainer had sustained the man using such a method, and he's really, really not interested in knowing. small mercies, right? ]

I don't know that I'd want to ask you. I'm sure you're magically proficient, but a Servant is... something that can drain you to dust if it's powerful enough. [ ... is it on account of not trusting like that, or not wanting to put such a weird thing on someone like Zulius? the mind continues to boggle, and when Zulius calls out the Victorian elephant in the room, Gilgamesh is quiet for a long moment. ]

Theoretically, he would work. His blood would make him seem like an ideal battery, and one that would likely be able to maintain someone of my particular power level, but. [ calculating, calculating. if a cloud of energy could sigh. ]

... when do you believe someone when they say they've changed, Zulius?

Yeah, and I'm far too fabulous to have my gorgeous energy drained.

[He's trying to turn it into a joke, but there's a hint of nervousness behind the joke. He really, really doesn't want to do that- bad as he feels for not being the one to help a friend in need here. It feels like. A lot.

But he's glad the Vergil idea seems to be going somewhere. Vergil is hella powerful, and more to the point would likely do just about anything for his best friend. If he had a chance to save Gil's life, he can't see Vergil ever failing to take it.

But that's... a fair question. Zulius tilts his head back, considering, letting out a soft hum.]

You know what they say about actions, Babe. They speak way louder than words. People say they've changed? They gotta show it.

If anything could consume you, it would be the King of Heroes, and I'm hardly interested in being the man who deprived the world of Zulius.

[ it's okay. really. it's not an idea to be offered or taken lightly; something that needs to be turned, end over end, and really, deeply considered. it's like parting with an organ for someone else's benefit--life-changing, path altering.

something that you have to truly be committed to.

Zulius probably didn't ask for it, but all Gilgamesh has is a soul to spill. his guts are notable absent. ]

Perhaps it's my own tendency to keep people away that interferes with my perceptions of Vergil Vittore, but it's... a curious question. I've known him for ten years--nearly eleven, now, and for all ten of those years, he was pointedly content to keep our relationship strictly tied to business. Nothing more, nothing less. My presence was tolerable in terms of networking and securing future patronage.

Something like that makes sense to me. I'm very used to being transactional with people--you come from wealth and continue to enjoy its benefits. You've likely run into the same situation at some point, with some people. [ because the users are never as clever as they think there are--but a net can be pulled by both beings involved in the casting of it. ] So here we are, in the staging point of Vittore's meteoric rise to acting like a human being that understands the concept of bonding with people, and I'm skeptical of it.

Which makes me skeptical of him. And of trusting him so wholly with myself--which, as you know, is my favorite thing. He's frustrated with how often I draw back and reference his sharpness, but it just... makes sense. That's what he was. What he is, in a lot of ways--just because he's shifted into understanding kindness does not necessarily make him kind.

[ a pause in the rambling, a ringing, hollow laugh. ] As ever, I am my own worst enemy. I'm going to get myself killed at this rate. Isn't that funny?

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You'd go down in history as one of the worst people ever, depriving the world of me. No one wants that.

[He falls quiet as Gil speaks- leaving the man to untangle his mess of thoughts and try to lay them out in some logical sense. Straighten out all the kinks- make something reasonable and straightforward out of them. But that's easier said than done- Zulius knows. You have history with someone, as long as Gil and Vergil have, and well... it's not so easy to look at things objectively. Every single triumph and failing muddies the water, and he expects they have more of the latter.

He knows his own judgement is clouded too when it comes to Vergil Vittore. He loves the man- deeply, irrecoverable and it makes him a lot more forgiving of Vergil's... not really ideal poor social skills. But it did take him a while to get here. Old wounds ran deep and he didn't make any sort of move until he was certain Vergil wouldn't rip his heart to pieces for the audacity of giving it to him. He doesn't think he could have survived going through something like that again. Loud and brash and overconfident as Zulius is, his heart is still a tender, fragile thing that's been held back together again with duct tape and hope. He wouldn't have trusted Vergil with it if he thought the other man was going to be unkind to it.

It's a level of authenticity that Zulius isn't really comfortable sharing. He likes people not knowing just how easily Zulius Bunter can get hurt - how deep something like that cut him and stays with him. It's an insane game of self-preservation that he's become an expert in. But Gil has opened himself up here, bore his soul in a way that a nastier man might take advantage of. He deserves a little honesty in return. ]

Yeah, no. I get it. And I also know what it's like to think you can trust someone with way, way more than you normally would only for them to dig a knife into your back the second it's turned. What's that thing about rose-tinted glasses making all the red flags just look like... regular-ass flags? I mean, I get why you don't wanna just leap into it. You've had, like, a decade of evidence showing you why you should. Been there, done that, got the ugly-ass ill-fitting T-Shirt.

[He lets out a long, slow exhale.]

Look. If I was in your place? And I suddenly had to trust the person who actively caused me this much freaking hurt and disappointment? I probs wouldn't wanna do it, either. You can only be screwed with so many times.

[His expression softens, a genuine, tiny little smile crossing it. Not the obnoxious, loud one he plasters across his face most of the time. This is... something else. Something gentler.]

But I'm p.sure I know him at this point. I'm not gonna say he's perfect and he won't let you down, because he isn't and he might. But I think he's really trying to be better, I mean, when he first met me he legit had a wholeass breakdown and now look at us. [And now look at them.] He's come on a whole lot and even if he's super likely to mess it up still, he is trying. I can't tell you if that's enough to take a leap of faith with him, that's like... only a choice you can make. But it was enough for me. And I don't regret it, not even for a second. Y'know, if that helps you with any perspective.

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