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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? ]
no subject
[ 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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[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.