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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? ]
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and then it settles again and Gil breathes air into lungs that aren't technically real, but the motion is comforting and soothes him. he tries not to marvel over himself, over the resplendent set of armor he's clad in, more than a few of his memories making more sense that ever as he considers himself and Vergil Vittore leaves him no time to be impressed, immediately dragging him to the depths of humility.
or at least the shores of it. Gilgamesh will never truly be humbled. ]
I can move in this, but one trades mobility for being able to shrug off most attacks. This is why the King just threw magic weapons out of his Gates instead of bothering to fight.
[ ... this may have been the first time he's ever mentioned that particular fighting style. ]
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he also does notice that there's something in him that stirs in him--like a siphon suddenly being drawn to him, followed by a burning on the back of his hand.
It hurts, and he quickly reaches up to tear the glove off his hand.
Just in time to see a certain set of markings glowing on the back of his hand.
...He recognises it, as he remembers that both Takame and Waver have marks just like that, as well... ]
...An ineffective, and yet effective style of battle, so long as you do not run out of weapons, one supposes.
In such a case, then, are you 'Saber' class?
Waver told me the seven classes to which 'Servants' manifest.
I think I can feel it. My magic slowly trickling away, like a tap dripping.
...Don't fret, it's not enough to exhaust me. I feel what you take vs. what I generate is in a sort of balance.
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he breathes out and lets the feeling pass.
he wants, more than anything, to trust Vergil Vittore. ]
The King's treasury was truly bottomless. Every weapon every forged by human hands belonged to him, every godly treasure and magic desire... he collected items like most men breathed. [ he looks wry at the though, tilting his head as Vergil asks what class he is--and to be fair, he was saying it as part of the chant. a lot was happening. Vergil probably didn't hear. ]
No. I'm Archer. ... likely on account of the idea of throwing things to fight, and for my nature.
[ independent. prickly. dangerous. he can feel Vergil's magic bolstering his own, and he breathes with a sense of satisfaction, eyes closing as he listens to the thrum of his own existence with a morbid fascination. ]
I doubt you would start to struggle unless I tried to use one of the King's grand powers--and that would likely be done with your knowledge, were I to remember how to do it in the first place.
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He lifts his eyes up to look at the other. ...he had missed the class as part of Gil's chant--he was far more focused on making sure he said it right, focusing on pronunciation more than the actual words. Being that English isn't his first language, he's only now catching up with thoughts. ]
...Hm. I am not sure if 'throwing things' should count as an 'Archer' but I suppose it's as close as you could get. I would have assumed 'Saber', but... [ maybe it's best he was archer--the drain on his magic was going to be hard enough. ]
I will make you a promise. As it stands.
I am aware of these--command seals, and what they mean.
But I will not be using them unless it is under extreme duress and an emergency requiring it on pain of death.