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Post by La Maupin on Mar 2, 2016 4:34:28 GMT
Julie raised an eyebrow. Blondes had more fun, or so they said…but this one didn’t have much of a spark to him, did he? Really he just looked bored more than anything else, and that might have killed her mood were she not so intent upon getting what she wanted. It was times like this when she missed Paris and all its insanity. Some of these heroes shone almost as brightly as her old costars. Others…
…well. Most of the time she simply didn’t feel like wasting her breath on the others.
But perhaps she’d judged him too quickly. He wasn’t particularly grand looking, but he wasn’t awful either – just a bit plain. That could be fixed, at least in theory. She’d admittedly have been more invested in it if he hadn’t committed what was, in her mind, one of the severest sins that she knew of. If cockblocking had become acceptable in this day and age then she was happy to have been born back when things were good and civilized.
At the very least he knew how to follow instructions. She hadn’t expected that she’d need to so specific, but if he needed her to explain dueling to him, then of course she would.
“Darling, I can’t move until you’ve drawn your weapon.” She said with a light smile. “This is a formal duel. What are we, animals?”
Somewhere in the back of her mind it occurred to her that Chaldea might not be so thrilled at the idea of them dueling right here in the hallway. But then, many people back in her day hadn’t liked her dueling much, or at least they’d said that they hadn’t. She’d never burned for it, though, and based on what she’d already seen of this place, her luck wasn’t about to change.
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Post by King Atlas on Mar 2, 2016 6:15:20 GMT
So she wouldn't make a move until he drew his weapon? Yeah sure, he could do that. Granted, probably not in the way she was hoping. "If you believe it necessary." He gave with a shrug and held out his hand, magic visibly gathering in the palm of his hand as though he were summoning the Trident, or even his sword. Instead, the only thing that appeared in his hand were... a piece of paper and a pencil. Not even a second later, he was already scribbling on the paper with the pencil, even taking a moment to shush her on the bit about the formal duel. After all, King Atlas was creating.Within a couple more seconds, he was already done. With a completely straight face, something he once again commended himself for, he held up the pad of paper. It was a picture of him, with a globe upon one shoulder, and in his other free hand, he held the trident. It was lavishly detailed, especially concerning his chest and genitalia, as being Greek, it was only proper that in art that he should be nude. "I believe I have fulfilled your other requirement?" He remarked straightly, tilting his head to the side. Maybe that would get her to move? At this point, he's just being obtuse. tags: La Maupin , AU-O notes: worth it
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Post by La Maupin on Mar 17, 2016 1:16:53 GMT
Well now, that was a bit more interesting. Julie smiled lightly and leaned forward, confused as she was interested. He was drawing, after all, and in a moment he revealed that he had indeed been drawing his weapon, just not in the way that she’d expected. That was fine – she of all people didn’t mind surprises, particularly when they involved very strange roundabout come-ons from heroes that she…might at one point have heard of? There was a globe, and a trident. Greek. Something. She’d seen the image before, or perhaps somebody had spoken the story at her back when she was just a girl. How could she have known that one day she’d be here surrounded by something like a dozen people that she’d almost gotten around to studying?
Anyway, she laughed.
“Oh Darling…” She began once she’d caught her breath. Then she straightened up and gestured with her sword toward the drawing’s crotch. “I’m beginning to get the impression that this is why you’ve come.”
She lowered her sword, sort of disappointed at the idea of not getting to duel after all, but easy come easy go. If he was Greek then he was old, and so perhaps it was too new a concept for him, whoever he was. Or perhaps he was just being difficult. No matter – she knew all about difficult. It was just that usually when she wanted to be difficult it didn’t involve cheating a colleague out of a well-deserved fuck.
“I do admire your tenacity, but surely you can see that I’m busy. Run along, will you?” She continued with a playful ‘shoo’ gesture. But what could he have really expected? There were some sins, like arson, that few things apart from passion could really justify. And so, by that logic, was there any greater crime than messing with a lady’s passion?
Deciding that the matter was likely good and done with, Julie turned back to the Berserker. If nothing else this exchange had woken him up. Perhaps she’d have more luck now.
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Post by AU-O on Mar 17, 2016 1:45:03 GMT
Well this was somewhat disappointing. Here Gilgamesh was, prepared for a show, and all he'd gotten was some crude jokes and an eye rolling attempt at humor. Where was the flair, the aggression? It was like the passing stranger had substituted his spine to stunt the growth of his brain. He clearly thought he was clever, and Gilgamesh would give him the fact that he was technically doing what she asked, but it would take a brain dead infant to not realize what the situation was. Which meant he was blowing it off on purpose. Either because he was trying to further provoke a woman already asking to fight him, or because he lacked any semblance of a backbone.
Gilgamesh generally assumed the latter was true far more often than the former.
She moved to dismiss him, as if waving off an unwanted suitor, lowering her weapon and sauntering back towards Gilgamesh. However, Gilgamesh could not agree with her reasoning. Of course the man was not looking to woo her, or else he really was a fool. To an ego like Gilgamesh, it was a no brainer. After all, he did not physically compare to Gilgamesh's form at all from the ancient king's perspective, so how could he have possibly thought to woo her when such a man stood only a few feet away? It was narcissistic logic, but if you weren't expecting that then you clearly are not overtly familiar with Gilgamesh yet.
No, Gilgamesh expected the man was looking for some manner petty vengeance or amusement at her expense. Or maybe his, but if he was trying to annoy Gilgamesh he was only doing a good job of it in being such an utter disappointment to entertain him. That or he really was trying to, what was the term, "cock block" the frenchwoman? In which case Gilgamesh would be puzzled as to why. She clearly did not know him. Maybe she had slighted him in some way before now? Or perhaps he just enjoyed the chaos? Or perhaps he was jealous? Who could say. Regardless, Gilgamesh had gone from amused to sour in but a few seconds, and now his temper flared as he all but sneered a response at them.
"What a disappointment. I suppose you drew it to scale then."
Looking away from the offending blonde man after the offending jab at his manhood, he turned his attention back to the pink haired singer. She wasn't exactly off the hook either.
"And you, that was hardly a show. You'll have to work harder if you expect to earn my time."
He said that, but he really had nothing better to do. But it was enraging to be teased with the prospect of a good fight and then get... this. It hardly even counted as a verbal spar, let alone something to actually get the blood pumping. Granted, he'd planned on shoving one of them out of the way and butting in himself, because it would just be too difficult to pass up a fight to break this boredom. But now he didn't even have the chance. And yet, his blood was still pumping and he was in the mood to smash something, and unfortunately [or fortunately] for her, it was very likely he was going to end up taking out that pent up frustration on her. One way or another.
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Post by King Atlas on Mar 17, 2016 3:31:09 GMT
He really had to hand it to her. She was a special kind of stupid. Either that or she saw the bait and chose not to take it. Instead, Atlas closed his eyes, smirked, and gave a shrug. "I'll admit, I have a soft spot for pink hair, but not your pink hair." The last time he'd seen the head of that pink hair was when that asshole had decided to flash her head at him. Perseus was a special kind of asshole. To be honest, he had his doubts that he'd ever see her again, regardless of the possibilities that Chaldea presented him, but what could he do? He just had to accept that and move on. And then there was golden boy. Normally, you'd expect someone like Atlas to rise to the challenge. Indeed, Gilgamesh had pushed some buttons with his disparaging remarks. But the thing is he didn't push the right buttons to really get him going. His wife never had any issues. He'd been able to give birth to plenty of daughters, all whom he loved very much and missed every day. Instead, he looked Gilgamesh dead in the eye, keeping only that smirk to all the insulting. The smug smirk said it all; say what you want, I've already won. It was a smirk that exuded pure, undiluted victory. To a man who could judge others, it would be impossible to miss if he only spared him a look. Still, if this woman was so damn determined to get in bed with the other guy, it was entertaining to watch. He wouldn't leave, mainly because he wanted to watch this girl crash and burn with the mighty man. There was always some kind of sadistic joy to be taken from watching someone fail spectacularly at something. tags: La Maupin , AU-O notes: oh there's a button
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Post by La Maupin on Mar 17, 2016 4:04:39 GMT
Ugh. It seemed that she’d blown her advantage. But then, she’d thought that she might have, seeing as there had been no duel. She’d make up for that, though, and then tomorrow she could spend the day smoking and guiling the White Indian into arranging another meeting between her and Delightful Oriental Woman. He could be quite socially hopeless, but from what she was hearing all of the Archers knew each other, and surely she couldn’t be expected to do all of the work on her own. Chaldea was proving to be a rather difficult place to network.
She didn’t turn, but she did respond.
“Do you? Then you’re actually in luck.” She began. “As it turns out, many of my countrymen are as pink or pinker than I am. Astolfo, for instance. But then there’s also that…Elizabeth Bathory, I think it was?”
The trouble with that one was that she was about twenty times more likely to stab him than Julie herself was, which was saying something given how much Julie liked her blade. She just tended to be more rational with it than that little lizard lady. But if she didn’t work out, then surely Astolfo would. He was almost too glorious for a place like this.
“Both lovely options. Do tell me how you manage.” She continued.
Then, focusing all of her attention on Gilgamesh and doing her very best to slip back into the rhythm that she’d been building before they were interrupted, she re-attempted her attempt. At this point it had become more important than it had been when she’d first arrived. Loss simply wasn’t an option – she would have this notch.
“In the meantime...you’re very right. I suppose I will need to find another way to win you over. Do you have any ideas?”
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Post by AU-O on Mar 17, 2016 4:27:23 GMT
Any ideas, huh? An interesting thought. He'd been denied the fight he craved to see, but perhaps he could get after all. Chaldea did have those handy simulation rooms, if he couldn't watch her fight the craven, maybe he could face her firsthand. Actually swinging at someone was more fun than just watching anyhow, but it was beneath Gilgamesh to ask for such. And it seemed to take the fun out of it to do so in a "safe" environment, the entire point of combat was the thrill! The danger, the excitement, the firey uncertain feeling in ones gut that anything could happen! A simulated duel seemed so... watered down. Better than nothing, but perhaps it would be a wiser idea to just slip outside into the cold instead, and take a few swings. Hopefully she'd still be breathing by the time he was spent.
He was musing over his possibilities when his gaze drifted toward the blonde man, who seemed unwilling to walk away.
And just stood there.
Staring at them.
Smirking.
Awkward.
He was clearly quite sure of himself. You could even describe his face as downright arrogant, as if lauding some victory above the ones he was looking at. It reminded Gilgamesh of the look he gave defeated foes pretty frequently. Being looked at in such a way usually meant a defeat of some sort, as if looking helplessly at someone standing above you. Which is why all Gilgamesh did was raise a puzzled brow at the man. What did he think he'd won? The verbal spar? He hadn't even come up with a particularly good insult, and he was staring directly at Gilgamesh, as if his gaze was all the response he needed. Perhaps he was tongue tied in regards to Gilgamesh's insult? Maybe there was some truth to it then; Poor fellow. But that didn't explain the look of unmitigated confidence, as if some great goal had been accomplished. Maybe he was trying to sabotage the Pink Woman? The only notable change their dialogue had brought about was vastly undercutting Gilgamesh's odds of humoring her. He couldn't imagine why this would be his goal, envy perhaps, but who could say? Lesser men did always have lesser desires, after all.
But if Gilgamesh and the man called Atlas did enjoy one thing, it was denying somebody else something they dearly sought.
If Atlas had kept on walking, that would have meant Julie's job would have been much, much harder, for that very reason. But he hadn't, and now Gilgamesh had something else he'd rather like to get rid of. Arrogance only looked good on those deserving of it, and Gilgamesh would tolerate none of it from a man who thought himself worth even conversing with the Golden Hero without the proper respect. But he couldn't exactly grind him up into a ball of meat and chuck him outside the facility-- Well, he could but it wouldn't be very regal.
His arms crossed over his chest, as he contemplated.
"I have some ideas. But perhaps we shall discuss this somewhere more private, away from the eyes of gawkers who have not been given permission to gaze so adoringly at their King."
The gaze of Gilgamesh met Atlas' through his entire sentence, only moving down to meet Julie's as he continued.
"Such as in my chambers, in 10 minutes."
It was less an invitation and more a command. Gilgamesh had made his decision, and would not tolerate any rebuttals to it. His desire to deny the french woman her prize had been out weighed by his desire to see the gawker's arrogance shoot himself in the foot. Pretenders should know their place, after all. Gilgamesh could afford a night of humoring this woman if it meant a jab at a far more insulting individual. Plus, they had denied him his sport, and so he still had a large amount of steam to blow off, and he fully intended too. Julie was in for a rough night.
"Do not be late."
With one last, abrupt warning, Gilgamesh turned and walked away. Any responses they made would be lost on deaf ears, as the spoiled king had no intention of listening to nonsense spoken after the final word of the King had been laid down.
[Gilgamesh exitto threadu.]
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Post by King Atlas on Mar 17, 2016 5:24:57 GMT
Kings, at least Servant Kings, were a real oddity. Most Servants could be considered higher beings. Servant Kings could be higher beings to the higher beings. The most subtle signs, the smallest twitches, the most well hidden things, they understood all of this as if it were another language that they were exceptionally fluent in. It was a language that the commoners couldn't possibly understand. So when Gilgamesh was more than willing to suddenly have the girl, the meaning of his actions wasn't lost on Atlas, even if the girl might not be able to make heads or tails of it. As Gilgamesh spoke, Atlas stuck his arm behind his back for a moment and worked his magic. "... Okay, I'll admit it. I lost that one." He chuckled. Indeed, there was a part of him that was furious at not getting to see the girl crash and burn, but he didn't blame the girl, for she would not have succeeded if Gilgamesh did not act to spite him. But he figured he could get the Golden King back some other time. Approaching the pink haired girl, he pat her twice on the back. "You're welcome, by the way, have fun with him." However, he had stuck something on her back. A simple note. He wasn't sure if she'd notice or not, but it was a message intended for Gilgamesh, not her. The note? The King of Legends bows to no one.Oh yes, he hadn't missed that part from Gilgamesh. And if anything, that dug at him more than anything. Atlas was a king, so the idea of him having a king above him bothered him. Not the gazing. Oh he'd admit that Gilgamesh was easy on the eyes, but he wouldn't swallow his pride. Instead, he just started roaring with laughter as he walked away from her. There was one thing, above everything else, that Atlas found hilarious. "Elizabeth Bathory, I mean really..."[EXIT] tags: La Maupin , AU-O notes: CURSE YOU, TURKEY MAN, FOILED AGAIN
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Post by La Maupin on Mar 26, 2016 14:34:07 GMT
This one really was so blonde. Well, both of them were, but this one could not have been anything else. He carried himself too confidently, even when he was unsure – it was almost endearing. She couldn’t help but be reminded of a serving girl back home, and the way that she’d assisted her in placing radishes in her mistress’ hair without even bothering to consider the consequences. Perhaps she should have gone back to see how she’d managed. Ah well. Those days were done.
You’re welcome, he said – as if she’d not have gotten her prize otherwise. She scoffed. He’d underestimated her. He had, however, been partially right in that it likely would not have come as easy without his intervention. At the very least she’d have been forced to change her methods, or time her approach more carefully. And so he’d saved her time, if nothing else, and for that…well, she might have been more grateful if he’d actually given her a duel. That brief moment in which she’d nearly had one had reminded her how badly she needed them now that her life had taken a turn for the mundane.
…Well, comparatively mundane. Perhaps it wasn’t fair to say that Chaldea itself was a boring place, it simply wasn’t much of a match for the Paris opera.
She waited until he’d wandered off to wherever it was he’d been going before he’d interrupted them before plucking the note from her back and reading it over. King of Legends, eh? But which legends? Certainly not all of them or else he wouldn’t have looked so Greek. Anyhow, it seemed like it was meant for Gilgamesh, and she was no delivery girl. She slid it into her pocket, figuring that she could stick it back to him the next time she saw him, and went off after the Berserker.
[EXIT]
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