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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2015 5:57:17 GMT
A globe in the center of the room to show the state of the future of humanity. So long as it shone bright, the future was certain and humanity could breathe a sigh of relief. Its current state was dark, sending Chaldea into a frenzy of time travel to save the future. The very notion of "fixing the past to save the future" was backwards in its own right, but it seemed to give them a goal to fight for. May be it would hold some weight with success, or may be they'd fail and doom humanity to its inevitable end. "Or may be it's all a waste of time and there's nothing that can be done to begin with."
A sigh escaped the golden woman's lips as she looked on the strange globe. The whole of Chaldea was constructed around this foolish notion of time itself needing defending. The conceit of humanity truly knew no bounds if the laws of the universe needed their protection. It was a stupidity bordering on comedy, just short of eliciting a chuckle from her. At this stage though it was just a sad joke. Were the Gods so uninterested in their own creation that its maintenance was to be performed by those it contained? Lab mice repairing their own cage to prevent from suffocating was the image that came to mind. It was unparalleled levels of foolishness.
A small golden ripple formed in the space by her hand, with a glass of wine emerging right into her golden gauntlet covered hand. With no hesitation she began to drink the wine, feeling that she'd need this just to get through the day. She could not very well throw away Chaldea, as the accursed nature of being a Servant mandated she use their resources, but she could choose to act as she wished. These "missions" appeared to be volunteer work, so until the point of their work actually made itself known she would remain within the compound.
"Just how worthwhile are you?" she casually remarked to "Chaldeas" in the Unified Language, not expecting anything to come of it. Following another "sip", her glass was emptied, and promptly tossed into another gold ripple in space. Though she had come into this room in full armor, out of boredom she sent pieces of the armor into her vault. The remainder of it was the armor covering her right arm, the faulds and tassets, and everything from the thighs down. The red crest upon her torso glowed for a moment before fading, leaving just the red tattoo-like marks. She let another sigh out before, sitting down on the odd mini-walls framing the globe's walkway. May be something would come along to amuse her.
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Post by AU-O on Nov 7, 2015 6:38:11 GMT
"Depends on your standard."
The answer would come more as a bark than a comment, such was Gilgamesh's current... irritation. No, perhaps that was not the right word. In a way he was strangely satisfied at realizing why he had felt so strange recently, his instincts yelling some message he could not decipher at him. The answer was not something he'd expected, to say the least. It wasn't every day you casually stroll around and run into another copy of yourself. It was a situation that verged on the ridiculous, but he could not deny that it occurred. Despite the differences, namely the fact that she was a she, Gilgamesh had known the second he'd caught a glimpse of her in the corner of his eye, standing alone in the observation room, exactly who she was.
She was him. Of a sort.
Aside from the obvious, their physical similarities were too much to be considered a descendant or some such. No, she spoke the Unified Language, something those of the modern world could not even hope to comprehend or use. Gilgamesh himself could not wield the Language in a way that bent the will of humanity, but he could still recognize it and speak it with relative ease. His own response was in the language, and while he did not carry the same weight behind his words, he wasn't using them as an authoritative command anyway. Given whom she was, she could draw the same conclusion he had simply from hearing and seeing him speak.
Strolling into the room so that he was opposite his variant-self, across the massive display in the middle. Removing her from his gaze, [Something he did more to contain his boiling agitation at the situation] his eyes rested upon the massive, blackened sphere that represented the "future earth." Unlike the scurrying scientists of Chaldea, Gilgamesh did not consider the blackened earth as something of particular horror or terror. All things came to an end. To scurry hopeless against the inevitable seemed like an absolute waste of time; But at the same time, it was the most absolutely human thing Gilgamesh could think of. Their entire race was built on the idealization of defeating the impossible, so while he held a disdain for the organization, he could not begrudge their goal. Even if he had no faith in their capacity to accomplish it.
"What a wretched system."
Really. To summon another version of himself, while he already existed? What a joke.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2015 7:09:47 GMT
An eyebrow was raised at the sight before her. Much like he knew her, she knew him. No matter form or gender, a Gilgamesh was a Gilgamesh. This raised many questions about the nature of this "FATE" system and how it was capable of calling forth Servants. In all likelihood, Chaldea had a power they could not even fully comprehend, or else what problems would they ever have? Pouring more wine into her glass from a golden ripple, she took another drink before taking another look at the other Gilgamesh. Her eyes then moved the same direction as his, watching the darkened globe.
"You know my standards." she replied, taking another drink from her glass. Really, stumbling across interdimensional magecraft and they didn't even realize it. That was the only way such differing Servants of the same identity could exist; a child and adult version could certainly come from the same timeline, but completely different genders was not possible in the same timeline. One of them had to hail from another timeline, another dimension, in which the whims of chance decided that this Gilgamesh would be a different gender. Who was the original, and who was the variant? That was obvious, wasn't it?
"Now if only they could realize what they've accomplished."
A glass materialized beside the other golden hero, pre-filled with the greatest of wines. It was a mere offer to herself for a drink, since something to at least amuse her had finally come along. There was but a few ways this could go well, given the inevitably similar personalities they would share, but chance was chance and she had nothing better to do than play the game. At worst, it resulted in short term fun; at best it gave her a drinking buddy while they watched Chaldea stumble about. A small smirk formed on her lips as she awaited the response, not too concerned either way. She just might be out one wine glass, ignoring the thousands she had tucked away in the vault.
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Post by AU-O on Nov 7, 2015 7:31:44 GMT
"Their incompetence would be admirable, if it wasn't so insufferably ignorant."
It wasn't hard to pick up on the implications of his other self. Mostly because they shared general thought processes, though he did not like to put much thought into that particular train of thought. The very idea of someone else being able to interpret his own thoughts in the exact same manner as him was troubling. Even Enkidu, whom he had valued above all others, was a different person whom Gilgamesh could admire and respect for his differences. To have someone who thought and felt in the exact same way as him was more troubling than warming, but he could do little about it now.
Still, to tear open the gaps between universes was a respectable feat. It was a shame Chaldea didn't seem to realize the potential such a feat held. Gilgamesh would have assumed this world was naturally the later version of his own, but even that assumption was up for grabs given that he was staring straight at a him that obviously would have assumed the same, but both assumptions could not be true. It was a cosmic irony that in fact neither would be correct, and he was sure somewhere a golden douche was laughing his ass off about the absurdity of it.
While his first notion was irritation and scorn, it seemed his counterpart disagreed. Maybe it was for the best she was not in fact exactly him; Or at least that she was of a calmer mind, being unrestricted as he was by the Berserker class. While somewhat begrudgingly, the Berserker deftly picked up the offered cup of wine, drinking the entire contents of it in little more than what he considered a sip. It was fine wine; The finest he'd had in Uruk, to be precise. It stirred a welcome feeling of nostalgia in the ancient Mesopotamian hero, and his mood simmered from agitation to a serene state for the first time in what seemed to be ages.
"Hm. Perhaps this foolish, doomed venture has some worth to it after all, if only to experience a measure of life again."
Gazing idly at the cup, his mind turned to the way in which she had presented it. Golden ripples, shining through the air as if opening a pathway to somewhere else, dispensing the object like a sort of machine. Gilgamesh had never seen something quite like it, which was only notable because she was literally him, and so her having such a foreign ability seemed particularly strange to him. Even as a Caster he would not possess such an ability, and so he could only conclude she was actually more removed from his own existence than he had originally surmised. Luckily she'd led with the Wine, otherwise such discrepancies might have made the easily agitated hero all the more well, agitated.
Now, it only made him curious.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2015 18:59:52 GMT
"Then drink as much as you want."
A full jug of the wine was dispensed right beside where the second glass previously had been. Gilgamesh had simply refilled her own glass from the ripple, but she had a feeling it might be better to just give him the wine itself so he could pour his own drink. That would be what she wanted if someone were offering her drink like this as well. As she drank from her glass, the curiosity in her other self's eyes was noted. The cause for it was obvious, since the matter of the two being the same person had long been accepted on both sides. However, it seemed there was more than just gender to cause a difference between them.
"Gate of Babylon. A dimensional rift allowing access to my treasury from anywhere I might be. Something I designed shortly before I met Enkidu." She kept the explanation brief, figuring that he could fill in the rest. It was a pretty big difference between the two, but it was likely just a difference in necessity between the two's worlds. No, more than likely it was just a matter of personal preference. Though he had the bearing of a king, he lacked the aura of one. In all likelihood, he was a much more capable warrior than she was in their current states, but her leadership was equally greater than his. Though she knew her strength could be greater, the restrictions of her class rendered it much lower. An annoying aspect, but one she knew she could work around with her Divine Words.
Her mind drifted for a moment to the matter of Enkidu. Just how different or similar were their respective Enkidus? Were they both shapeshifting mud men? Was it just hers, and his was a wild man? There were many possibilities for how many variances occurred between each of their respective stories, but they would come in time. Even if it was just an idle remark here or there about something they had, or something they did, the pieces would fall into place in the end. It was just a matter of when, and she certainly had nothing better to do than wait until that point in time came.
Until then, she'd just continue drinking and musing. She suspected the dialogue between the two would amount to short responses between drinks.
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Post by AU-O on Nov 15, 2015 6:15:49 GMT
"How... interesting."
He examined the ripple that dispensed a jug of wine to him, eagerly partaking in the refreshment. A dimensional to her treasury, she said. What a strange notion. It seemed something worthy of a builder, or an architect than a warrior. But at the same time, it fit this other persona of his in a strange way. While she seemed to radiate the same pride he flamboyantly displayed, she did not seem quite the warrior he was, though that may have been his own arrogance speaking. No, she seemed almost too haughty, too nonchalant for a warrior. A disposition more fitting a King than a Hero. And yet still it bore far too much semblance to his own to belong to anyone else.
The thought of that irked him somewhat.
Luckily, her wine was damn good. Gilgamesh did not realize how much he missed his previous life until he was full of yet another glass of the liquid reminder of home. It brought back a whole swirl of memories of his time in Uruk, of his arrogant, lonely and ignorant rule, his meeting of Enkidu and the highlights of his life, and the calm, tranquil days of his life after his fruitless journey ended. Quite a bit of things that made him despair or rage swirled within the cacophony of reminders, but he found the good far outweighed the negative.
Which brought him to a similar quarry as his counter-part, no doubt in no small part due to their shared thought processes.
What of Enkidu? Was her Enkidu also a woman? Was he still a Warrior, was she? Did Enkidu die in her life, in the same miserable way his had? His curiosity boiled within him. There were few things that could bring Gilgamesh to an interest he could hardly contain, but Enkidu was one of them. Even though her Enkidu would never be his Enkidu, for there could be only one singular "Enkidu" in the same way there could be only one singular him, it was a query that brought him far more interest than it should. Perhaps one day he'd ask her about it, once he had gotten a few... other things out of the way.
"A treasury, hm? What an odd thing to possess as a servant. Was it worth so much to you, in your life?"
The question left him just before he refilled his wine glass with the jug given, resuming his consumption of the material. While his disposition might make the question seem a tad pointed, it was relatively genuine curiosity that made him ask. Had he been of a fouler mood he might have been more directly insulting, but she had done a good job of putting him in a rather peaceful mood. It was not an accusation but simply a manner delving into the differences between them, besides the obvious. Apparently they had a lot to delve into.
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