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Post by La Maupin on Nov 7, 2015 6:46:37 GMT
Julie did not normally chase, as she very rarely had reason to. The things she wanted tended to come to her once she made her presence known. Back home exceptions had been rare, but she imagined that they would be more frequent here, just given how impressive some of her companions were turning out to be. While some of them could be safely waited on, others were too special to gamble with – this one, for instance.
He was one of two Gilgameshes, or perhaps Gilgemeshi – she had yet to decide on what the plural ought to be – that had been summoned here. It was a name she’d heard before as a young girl, but the lesson had bored her, and so she couldn’t say for certain why he was notable, only that he was. Face aside, he was said to be so powerful that it was downright unfair. That alone would have been enough to catch her interest, but the thing that had gotten her here, watching him like this, was the fact that his other self was a comely lady that looked mighty nice standing next to him.
It gave her all kinds of wicked thoughts, including some that might even turn into plausible encounters if she played her cards right. From what she heard, the both of them were relatively easy to please. They both loved themselves enough that all that was really required of anyone seeking to earn their friendship was…reverence. She supposed that she could pretend to be reverent, if nothing else. Drawing together a pair of opposing Gilgameshes seemed like as good a first fling as any.
She emerged quite dramatically from her hiding place at the end of the hallway and approached him. “You’ll need to excuse my staring.” She said. “I simply couldn’t help myself – you are stunning to behold.”
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Post by AU-O on Nov 7, 2015 7:13:31 GMT
Recently, Gilgamesh had been unable to shake the feeling he was being watched. It was somewhat similar to how he'd felt in his first venture against Humbaba, although without the curse of crippling fear it was a much less hostile feeling. More... eerie. Like he was being studied. He hadn't really paid it much mind because, well, he was used to being watched and admired. What care had he for all those whom would bask in his presence? If he made moves to root out all those who might lurk and stare at him, he would never have a free moment. Let them hide in the shadows and watch with baited breath, if that was their choice.
Or openly declare themselves, it seemed. If nothing else, he appreciated he boldness. Such flair was often lost on those of the female persuasion; At least those he'd known in Uruk. The only woman he'd known whom could be called bold in life was Ishtar, and even the mere thought of that despicable goddess left a sour taste in his mouth.
"I need to do nothing, girl, although I cannot fault you for what you have done."
Julie was right about one thing; If Gilgamesh liked anything, it was when people flattered him. Arrogance, well deserved or not, was one of his most inflated traits, especially in his current state as a servant of the Berserker class. He measured up the woman before him, taking a moment to examine her thoroughly. She was small, yet he could tell from a glance she was a servant. Aside from the presence of a heroic spirit she gave off, no mortal of Chaldea dressed the way she did. Not to mention most of the humans generally seemed to avoid Gilgamesh; He chocked their fear up as reverence towards him, and not the more likely option of fearing him smashing their brains against the wall. The latter was more likely, but he'd decided considering it the former would irritate him less.
He could not deny she was beautiful, in an exotic sense. Specifically her hair was something he'd never encountered before; It was so... pink. None of the women of Uruk had such a strange coloration in their hair. Were he a collector he might claim her as his possession for that reason alone. But alas, the Gilgamesh from another time did not share the habit of wanting to collect things, or people, for himself with his King of Heroes counterpart. Merely the suggestion to do so might set the irritable berserker off; After all, it was his attempt at claiming all the women of Uruk as his own that had first caused his battle with Enkidu, whom would show him the error of such ways.
Still, she had earned herself enough merit to pause the Golden heroes trek. He hadn't been going anywhere in particular, on nothing more than a bored stride through the premises. There was very little to do in the compound, filling him with a boredom so intense he'd actually deigned to go on a mission for these people if only to relieve his own pent up feelings of restlessness. However, this woman might provide some meager distraction to the monotony he now trudged through, and so she would be blessed with a pittance of his time.
"Is there some reason you seek to halt my path, or are you simply so stricken by my presence?"
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Post by La Maupin on Nov 16, 2015 8:29:32 GMT
Well, it appeared that she’d been right. He was as vain as he was golden. She supposed she couldn’t really talk, though, given how dedicated to her own pleasure that she often was. People like him sustained her. They allowed her to live out her fantasies completely free of guilt…not that she was really the guilty sort. But every now and again she’d come across some poor young lady that had mistaken her advances for something more serious, which made for tears once the truth came out. There was no pleasure to be had there. She was, as far as she was concerned, in the business of joy.
As pompous as he was, though, something told her that this would be a challenge. Servants were fickle. They were, for the most part, very excited about themselves and their fame, which lead to sickening amounts of pride. Out of all of them, this one had the most reason. He was almost too powerful – the kind of storybook ridiculousness that could incinerate you with a thought. So this would need to be handled smoothly and delicately.
“Oh I’m stricken, Sir – very stricken.” She said, placing her hand over her heart as she spoke.
“So stricken that I think I’d like to know you better. Do you have a moment? I understand that your time is valuable, but perhaps you could spare some for me.”
And there it was. Too forward, perhaps, but there was no taking it back now. If nothing else the situation would work in her favor. It seemed that neither of them had an assignment, and there was nothing more maddening than pacing around waiting to be called to do something. Perhaps they could work together to twist their boredom into something exciting. If not, then…
Well, there was always the Indian.
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Post by AU-O on Nov 18, 2015 7:46:15 GMT
“So stricken that I think I’d like to know you better. Do you have a moment? I understand that your time is valuable, but perhaps you could spare some for me.”
Gilgamesh was a lot of things. Extremely arrogant came to the forefront of those things. But stupid was not among them. While he enjoyed the praise she delivered upon him, something those worthless rodents of Chaldea could due to take note from, he was also not so blind as to not see what she was doing. Perhaps he did not realize the depths of her deception, for truly he did believe that she was stricken by him and had little idea she was, well, pretending. But he was not blind to her aim. She was attempting to bed him, for lack of a better term.
Quite an odd situation, considering Gilgamesh was generally speaking completely unfamiliar with anything modernly known as a courting process.
After all, this is the man who decided a proper course of action was sleeping with all his female subjects on their wedding nights. Granted he realizes now how immoral that is, but generally speaking in his day what Gilgamesh wanted, Gilgamesh got. Except living forever or saving Enkidu or a myriad of other things. He was used to being the object of worship and adoration as King of Uruk, and first Hero of humanity, lauded with praise and idolized by the masses. But few had the boldness to directly approach him in such a manner. Although he was less a King than his "primary" counterpart, he still usually did not take the time to consort with the "plebians", as it were. Few dared approach such a famed hero, fewer still attempting to woo his favor.
Well, except Ishtar.
Had Julie looked anything like the Golden Goddess, Gilgamesh may very well have lashed out at her right there and made attempt on her life. Luckily for everyone, she had remarkably slim resemblance to the Goddess. Despite this, Gilgamesh was unconvinced. Attractive that she may be, he could not help but be suspicious of the bold advances of a woman. Quite the sexist, since Enkidu wasn't exactly subtle.
However, it's not like he had anything else to do. Chaldea was remarkably boring a place for a Servant like Gilgamesh. An entertaining distraction sounded far better than simply continuing his aimlessly trek through the halls.
"You are quite fortunate, then. On account of this infernal facility, I find myself with an abundance of time. You may be spared a few moments, should you prove yourself worth them."
Gilgamesh hated a lot of things. Chief among them was boredom. Anything to take his mind off this seemingly monotone environment was worth delving into, even if only to discover the extent of it's worth; or lack there of. He had yet to make a decision either way on many things as of yet, still formulating an opinion on this world, this situation. Still crafting a mood. Who knows, if this woman proved herself an interesting enough subject, perhaps he'd indulge her desire. The thought had a certain appeal to it.
"I assume my identity is known to you, and yet you have given no introduction to me."
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Post by La Maupin on Jan 8, 2016 7:10:49 GMT
Julie nodded once, unable to keep from grinning as she did. She was a performer, and so of course she loved introducing herself. How had she forgotten to do it? She supposed she was lucky if this place, and this man, were both interesting enough to ruin her routine.
“Ah, yes, how rude of me.”
Then she bowed deeply the way that a man might, quickly enough to make her coat flutter behind her. If nothing else they had drama in common – his clothing was even louder than hers. But then, she was French, and so she supposed it wasn’t fair to compare them.
“I am Julie D’Aubigny. La Maupin.” She said. “I suppose you won’t know me, as I was after your time and…Parisian. But, in my day, I was an opera singer.”
Among other things, but the sword was self explanatory. While she supposed she was the most colorful Saber here, she was one of many, and so she doubted that she needed to actually describe it. And besides, you don’t woo with a sword unless the mark is a young lady or a young man that’s looking to prove something. This person here was neither. The cocky ones liked finer things, at least in her experience.
She admittedly didn’t know as much about him as he’d assumed. He was…Mesopotamian, maybe? She’d heard his name once. Read the story too, perhaps, but she’d been a child then. Surely she couldn’t be expected to remember everything she’d been asked to read as a child. Was he the one with the boat? Or the one with the…dog? Neither story had put much emphasis on his appearance.
“Opera’s lovely. It’s a very useful skill to have.” She continued. “There’s nothing classier. A king like yourself ought to appreciate that sort of thing, yes?”
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Post by AU-O on Jan 10, 2016 7:12:07 GMT
"You are correct, I have never heard of you."
This was no judgement of the flamboyant woman-- Gilgamesh had not heard of a lot of people. Mostly because they were long after his time. The Throne of Heroes filled in the blanks for the really, really important and famous identities, such as King Arthur or Arjuna. But many of them were still simply lost in the haze of time, far away from his time in Uruk. That was for the best, he had naught the time to care about every single individual born after him. Most were shams, cowards or fools not even worth his time. Were she not possessed of a certain, rare beauty that caught even his eye, he probably would have assumed she was in one of the first three categories. Maybe she still was, it was too early to tell.
And at the moment, she was pressing the right buttons fairly well.
"There is some merit to what you say, I laid witness to many of my peoples finest entertainers."
Granted, he hadn't been particularly enthused to watch a lot of them. Back in the day entertainment was anything that distracted Gilgamesh from the woeful tediousness of rule, especially outside of his ventures. And most of what Uruk had to offer, while still superior in Gilgamesh's eyes, was certainly not considered "classy" in the same manner Julie referred to Opera. But it was of similar principle; Anything to alleviate the boredom of the Golden Hero.
"Perhaps you may be judged among their number."
Gilgamesh glanced up, as if considering something in deep thought.
"Perhaps not."
His gaze settled back on her smaller frame.
"But as I said, I am in search of distractions. This lowly facility offers naught to do outside of "service when called", an insult in of itself, as if I am some dog to be brought out of it's kennel when required. You seem to be an entertainer, so perhaps you may alleviate the boredom they afflict me with."
Fairness was something that always seemed important to Gilgamesh; At least, fairness through his own lens. In the grand scheme of things he certainly was not the most just ruler to ever live, nor the most "fair", but he always made sure the scales were equal in his own eyes. And his offer was perfectly fair, in his own eyes. Should she prove to be an enjoyable use of his time, he would repay the favor by alleviating her own "affliction." Granted, he was mostly blind to the fact she completely made that up, but that was probably for the best.
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Post by King Atlas on Feb 14, 2016 0:37:12 GMT
Atlas was feeling miserable today. And when he was feeling miserable, he had to cheer himself up. His favored way to do this was to ruin someone else's day. He saw his chance when he saw two people chatting. One of them, the woman, was clearly trying to get into... that was Gilgamesh wasn't it? Why was she trying to shag him when there were clearly better alternatives. Maybe. Still, there was a way to derive some enjoyment from the situation. And within a moment or so, an idea came into his mind. One that would at least cheer him up, and maybe just have a little bit of fun at the other two's expense. So as they were talking, he started walking. At first it seemed like he just happened to be a Servant randomly moving through, nothing really too interesting. No armor or weapons manifested, he knew better. Especially with the Trident, anyone could recognize him from that much alone. And really, if he could get away without giving his name, that'd be great. Maybe he could get someone else on the King of Heroes' shitlist. Considering he was apparently so obscure no one recognized him, he had no worry that Gilgamesh would know who Atlas was. "You're about 13 years too old for him." He spoke whilst moving past, effectively calling Gilgamesh, the oldest of heroes and the king of those heroes, a lolicon. And he just kept on walking. tags: La Maupin , AU-O notes: badum tish
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Post by La Maupin on Feb 21, 2016 20:22:38 GMT
Oh, this wouldn’t do. It wouldn’t do at all. Julie had to hand it to him – he was not anywhere near as easy to charm as she had initially thought. Granted, he wasn’t rejecting her. He was being even worse than that. He was waffling! She could see him weighing his options, trying to decide whether or not he was bored enough to pay attention to her advances. Though she had indeed come into this expecting that his ego would need a fair amount of stroking before he’d consider entertaining her, she could not have anticipated this indifference. She could play to interest and even to dislike, but indifference was frustrating when she was invested in the conquest in question.
She supposed that she was charming enough to tempt him, but it would have required a bit more working if the stranger had not come by at just that moment.
He was…someone. She couldn’t for the life of her remember who. But then, she’d never been very good with names. What mattered was that he had, for some reason, attempted to provoke her target. Or perhaps her? She wasn’t certain, but either way, she supposed that she could use it to her advantage. God bless her luck! Or, if not God, whatever power governed this bizarre place.
There were few things as stirring as having some dashing hero come forward to defend your honor.
And so, she turned to face the other blonde, drawing her sword rather dramatically as she did so. Mock surprise and concern flickered over her features as if his words had offended her deeply.
“One moment, dear.” She said. “No one will insult you in my presence.”
Then her eyes narrowed and focused squarely on the newcomer. “You – I will make you eat those words. Come forward and duel me, if you have the courage.”
Already this felt right. It had been so long since she’d had a proper duel. The question was…how should it end? Would this be more effective if she were to win, or would losing dramatically inspire Gilgamesh into action? It was hard to say. Either way it would be more amusing than standing here attempting to convince him through normal methods would have been. It might have been even nicer if she’d been drunk, but what little buzz she’d managed to work up this morning when she’d broken into the kitchen for some eggs and…bizarre pinkish orange cocktail had worn off hours ago.
…Which reminded her. Had she left the stove on?
Ah well. That was someone else’s problem now.
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Post by AU-O on Feb 22, 2016 2:50:32 GMT
Gilgamesh honestly hadn't cared about the passing comment from the person passing the two of them. Mostly because the way it was phrased hardly seemed to be an insult towards Gilgamesh; More, it seemed rather like he was causing Julie old. After all, Gilgamesh had little to no notion of what a "lolicon" was or any of the tendencies associated with it, so it was hardly insulting. Rude never the less, because attempting to butt into a conversation one was not a part of and leave without engaging was a decidedly impolite thing to do, but Gilgamesh was very used to impoliteness at Chaldea. And despite how much he wanted too, had stopped throwing people threw walls for minor transgressions at this point. Mostly because he'd started running out of walls.
However, the french woman had clearly taken offense; Apparently in Gilgamesh's place. Which implied that Atlas had been insulting Gilgamesh directly, something that Gilgamesh hadn't stopped throwing people threw walls for these days.
But instead, Gilgamesh had a very different idea.
Because this women had the curious notion that she'd defend his honor.
An utterly ridiculous thought, but a humorous one. As if Gilgamesh was some flowery lady in need of protecting from the harsh realities of the world. It almost made Gilgamesh want to break into tears laughing, but he was too... enthralled. Because while Gilgamesh had been rather undecided on what to think of this woman, he loved nothing more than fiery people. People with purpose in their hearts, drive in their actions and combat in their solutions were just Gilgamesh's type of people. Well, as close as you could get without being literally Enkidu, but that's a tired subject at this point. In both men and women, Gilgamesh admired those whom were unafraid to fight to defend their values, even the ones that were laughably misguided. If she had been aiming to score points with him, she had certainly done a good job of it.
"Ho? Defend my honor? How ridiculous, but I am not one to deny another their sport."
Whether she actually thought she was fighting to avenge some slight in Gilgamesh's place or was just using it as a convenient excuse to fight someone, Gilgamesh hardly cared. He would let this play out. Perhaps the passer-byer, who seemed oddly familiar from that damned list Chaldea had made about their agents recently, would flee and deny her challenge. But Gilgamesh truly hoped they'd accept the challenge and give him something worth watching. Not that he'd actually let this flowery woman be killed fighting his name; Gilgamesh was more than capable of fighting his own damned battles, and if the stranger seemed like a worthy enough foe, Gilgamesh would step in himself. Not out of any sense of chivalry however; He just wouldn't let anyone else fight a worthwhile opponent in his place. If he was insubstantial or inconsequential, he would tolerate her taking that privilege for herself.
"I'll allow it. Perhaps if the show is worthwhile, I may even reward you."
In truth, Gilgamesh had already just decided to fulfill this strange "Julie's" whim, if only to see how fiery she really was. But a little promise of reward never failed to stoke the flames and bring the Maximum Effort out of people truly yearning for something. Of course, this was provided she didn't die or be embarrassed horribly, in which case he'd step in anyway, but she obviously would lose the privilege of his time.
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Post by King Atlas on Feb 22, 2016 3:16:19 GMT
Well, this was unexpected. Apparently he had riled up the other person, but it at least gave him something to do. Even if he felt the odds were horribly stacked in his favor, at least he now had something busy to keep him for a moment. So with a look that could only be described as pure boredom, Atlas stuffed his hands into his pocket and gave a half-assed shrug. "... Sure." He'd accept her duel. Honestly, what was the worst that she could possibly to do someone like him? It would take more than... one... Oh. He hadn't thought of that. Well shit, if they ganged up on him, he was really screwed. He'd just make it a point to get the hell out of there if it was going to be a 2v1. Even though that'd go against the rules of a bloody duel. But there was of course, her other comment. Nah, he wasn't starting this. She wanted the duel so damn badly, she could make the first move. Come forward, he could do that. And he did. As in, he put one foot in front of the other and took literally one step forward. "There. I came forward. Your move." He said in a dull tone, that same bored expression on his face. He had to hand it to himself, he couldn't help but take some amusement in twisting her order so much. But for now, he'd wait and see what she'd do. He already figured if he had to, he could end it in a moment. tags: La Maupin , AU-O notes: gawd this is such a pain /dramatic hairflip
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