HE WHO SAW THE DEEP.

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GILGAMESH ( FATE / GRAND ORDER  )

the king of heroes, gilgamesh… caster edition ! 

this iteration of gilgamesh can be seen as more ‘mature’ than his archer counterparts. 

he is the embodiment of the ‘sage king’ who ruled over uruk following the death of enkidu rather than the better known archer who was summoned at his peak, during the height of his adventures. 

dad gilgamesh, if you will. shout out to the kids.

as a result of his inhuman heritage, being the child of man and god, gilgamesh considers himself an adjudicator of humanity. he exists to guide mankind, all of whom he considers his citizens, but he does not favor individuals. or so he says.

the only reason he’s a caster class servant is because he wanted to insult the king of mages. that’s really it. he chose this for himself. 

so no, not entirely mature but as good as he’s going to get outside of his childhood. this is still the man who called himself gorgeous-p. 

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fauxcalibur​:

Perhaps it’s fate that smiles on him this day - for it’s certainly not his luck or anything akin to divine intervention that sees Richard alive and whole, neither flayed nor pin-cushioned. Or perhaps it’s the mystery hand of their captors seeking balance in those that stay here, limiting them in such ways. No, no, it’s definitely fate, for why else would they meet here? Even if it’s not the same dour Archer he once knew - semantics, honestly.

“Brave?” He waves his hand as if dispelling the notion. “One or two may have considered me lionhearted back in the day, but I’d say I’m more foolish than anything. Maybe the seasons are kind on me today.” It seems even his golden companion - same class or not - can feel the gentle brush of spring in the air.

“Truly? Does the simple act of changing one’s hairstyle allow for the change of one’s class?” If he follows suit, does that mean he’ll be a Rider? A Lancer? Colour Richard equal parts concerned and curious. “Well, regardless, you’re far more equitable then your Archer-counterpart, at least. Were I to approach in the same manner, no doubt I’d be skewed from ear to toe. For allowing me so much, I offer my heartfelt thanks. And should duly introduce myself, it seems! Saber, of the Snowfield War.”

     biting back the urge to proclaim ‘fool’ at a question so ridiculous ( especially when it appeared that the man, this lionhearted saber, was already aware of his stupidity ), gilgamesh instead shakes his head, expression exasperated.  ❝ I am aware. Consider him my more youthful counterpart, caught in dreams of the past, unable to move forward. ❞

     in a way, the caster felt pity. but only some. the archer was, after all, himself. his misgivings were the sage king’s own a lifetime ago. but to remain willingly tied to them, and to go as far as to allow himself to be corrupted by a poisoned grail, one the hero had thought little more than a dream, a trick of his mind, when he had seen it with his sight — not even his own person was free from judgement. if anything, gilgamesh would always judge himself harshest of all. any king who was unable to admit fault in himself ( however few ) was unsuited to lead. 

     ❝ Servants can be summoned from any period of their life, be it from childhood or their later years. One’s Class can subsequently be influenced by this, as well as by a number of other factors. ❞  as had been the case for that most irritating dragon girl, among others.  

     ❝ Of course, choosing a Class is child’s play for one such as I. Should I wish it, I would not even have to be restricted to a Class. This was purely a manifestation I deemed necessary. For that reason, you may call me Caster. ❞  Snowfield — yet another summoning for that Archer, one unknown to the Caster as he was now. How exhausting. Did that man truly have nothing better to do with himself than to fight pointless wars? 

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greatharvest​:

       ❛   Of course I am !  It’s a little complicated right now, but I’m still me— !!   ❜   THERE   was no point explaining the intricacies of being a Servant, much less a Pseudo-Servant. This younger Gilgamesh would be utterly lost; a more ‘current’ Gilgamesh wouldn’t care in the first place. To think even at this age he would have the audacity to question a goddess was just… Just… … Well, that was completely on track, really. 

           Still, he seems to have the sense to at least pretend he gets it — so she’ll let it slide. … For now.  ❛   Yes — wherever this land is.   ❜   She shifts her weight from one foot to the other with mild discomfort; she still can’t adjust to her bare feet on the ground, unable to feel the subtle thrum of Kur. The connection was muddied to the earth as well as the heavens… No wonder this child was skeptical, Goldie status aside.   ❛   I’m not sure who the people that run this city think they are, but they have a lot of nerve to try and repress a goddess like this. No doubt they did the same to you, right ?   ❜

     complicated, was it? that was certainly the best way to describe the circumstances they found themselves in, the simplest. and while gilgamesh is not utterly convinced that such a person could truly be ishtar, the goddess so many in his kingdom had come to revere as a patron, a being who ruled the very heavens themselves, he at the very least offers her the respect deserving of one with the status of a god by answering her questions ( it isn’t as if he can prove her claims otherwise as he is now ). 

   ❝ Yes, it is as Lady Ishtar suspects. I lack my ability to peer into the future, it seems. It has been sealed from the moment I awoke here some time ago. ❞ 

     ❝ Oh, but supposedly, my older self has been living in this land. His Master told me so. ❞  that line of thought gives him pause, and gilgamesh looks at her quietly. if ishtar was also a servant, summoned forth in a time following the age of gods rather than directly from it, then it would make sense as to why her very presence was lacking. if the holy grail war was as he heard it was, a goddess would simply be too powerful to participate without limitations.  ❝ I cannot say I know what has happened to him to allow me to appear here, unfortunately, but I haven’t personally encountered him at least. ❞

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fauxcalibur​:

Of all the grand many things that appeared during the festival, the ‘cruise’ ship docked in the bay was perhaps the most alluring. So different from the ships of old that Richard knew, but it made it all the more exciting. Each room lay dedicated to some puzzle or activity, and deep below deck was something called a ‘nightclub’ he’d yet to fully explore. 

But, oh, Richard’s far too entranced by the sight of everything from up top for the time being. Least of all that all too familiar face amongst the crowd, a far cry from their last encounter. 

“Goldie! My, I hadn’t expected to see you down below with the rest of us. If you’re to ask me for judgement once more, then it shall have to wait. I’m quite enjoying this fruit cocktail.” A pause, before a little gasp escapes him, filled with childish glee. “Ooh, you let your hair down.”

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     ❝ To speak with me so familiarly... what a brave soul. How fortunate for you that the season at hand does wonders for my mood. ❞

     to brand the king of heroes with such a nickname — this servant appeared to be lacking in basic manners. that gilgamesh had not decided to be rid of him solely for that insult alone, the man truly did have luck on his side ( and it would be most unfortunate to stain the summer clothing that he had deigned to wear to this party with the blood, the servant quickly decides ).  ❝ For all our physical similarities, I am not the same as that Archer you are acquainted with. It would be wise not to forget that. ❞

    gilgamesh takes a sip from freshly obtained champagne, crimson gaze looking the man up and down. an unfamiliar face, one that had not been summoned by their master nor one that they had faced in the pursuit of fujimaru’s cause. for him to know of a gilgamesh who wore his hair up  — another holy grail war, was it? it seemed that his younger self was wont to get caught up in pointless affairs regularly.  ❝ That fool is in this city as well, or so I have heard. I imagine he would deem a gathering such as this below him, as you said. ❞  so long as it didn’t impact the caster’s personal affairs, he cared little for what his other self got up to. avoiding him, as always, saved another reason to suffer through a pointless migraine. 

[illiaccrest]

How can a phone game be this dramatic? I can’t wait until Babylonia is animated.

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     well that was certainly something, huh......................

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greatearth​:

At first, she is silent upon coming across him. While not abnormal for servants to be summoned in younger versions of themselves, she can sense that this is a peculiar case. Ereshkigal finds herself curious about why this has happened to Gilgamesh in particular. Perhaps it is a curse from the Gods that preside over this city and they saw fit to limit his powers to that of a young boy. Though that soon fades, as she takes note of the mischievous look in his eyes as they stare one another down, wordlessly.

Her first thought is to run and forget that she’s ever seen him, as she would prefer to have no part in this otherwise but it seems the young king has other plans for the Goddess. All she can do is sigh, exhausted already just by the thought of entertaining him. How did she get stuck being a babysitter by simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time? “You can take care of yourself, can’t you? There should be no need for someone to watch over you.” Least of all her. She says this, knowing that he’s made up his mind and that she’ll likely be dragged along regardless without having any say.

“…Fine. I suppose I can entertain you for a short while.”

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     it had been a logical deduction, nothing more. 

     if one with this exact face had already presented herself to the young king while in this city, with such wild claims ( that she was in truth the queen of the heavens herself, a patron deity of the city over which he ruled ), then it made sense that other gods could find themselves equally as displaced. powerless. lacking in strength. and if one were to share a face with the queen of heaven -- well, she only had one sister of note. even if he was not destined to meet her until his inevitable passing ( or so he would believe, ignorant to the trespasses his older self would embark on ), there was no citizen of his nation without knowledge on the lady of kur. 

     gilgamesh, smile ever-present, notes that this goddess has the hair color that was to be expected from those with divine heritage ( was ishtar’s divinity so lacking in her strange human vessel that the pigment had changed? and why had both sisters chosen to manifest in such an odd shell? had they even had a choice? ).  ❝ Hehe. What an honor it will be to share the company of the Queen of the Great Below. ❞  he gives a small bow, conscious of etiquette, though his tone quickly changes as his hand moves to grasp ereshkigal’s own — tugging her gently along as he walks.  ❝ I wouldn’t say I’m incapable of looking after myself, you’re right. But at the same time, it can be lonely wandering alone. Being able to spend time in the company of others seems all the more beneficial — and it’s fun, too! ❞

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antiplanet​:

he has a bit of experience handling these items, but never extensively. he doesn’t know all of the details about them, but he does at least know about applications that lead to games — or games that are applications? nonetheless, he has a few smaller ones downloaded. he’s messing with one of these, he’s spoken to, so he looks up from the phone.

the game in question seems to be popular, not that voyager would know. it’s one he has downloaded already, although he hasn’t opened much beyond getting past the tutorial and accepting friend requests. so he nods, tilting his screen forward so the other boy can see it, and then he taps on his own copy of it. “We can - play together.” which sounds really exciting to him. and almost expectantly, he brings up the friends list screen. “Will you - be my - friend?”

     gilgamesh quietly observes the screen of the other boy, watching what buttons he presses and where they lead to. it’s straight forward now that he sees the game in action, only a matter of practice, but he’s grateful for the help all the same. the various pop-up’s that had been appearing on the home page — telling him about various limited time offers, banners and sales that he had no interested in spending his treasures on — it had all proven quite distracting.  

     ❝ ... Of course! ❞  there is an earnest excitement in his voice. it may just be the simple prospect of adding the other as a ‘friend’, something purely for the sake of the game they were playing, but gilgamesh is grinning all the same. had he ever been afforded the chance to call someone his friend before, tasked as he was with becoming the wedge between worlds? this city really was a place of unique opportunities.  ❝ I go here to make you my friend, then? ❞  he mimics the actions the smaller boy had taken, eyebrows furrowed. 

     ❝ Friend... code? Do you have one of those?  ❞

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arsnova​:

The exact details that lead to this affair are perhaps best left unknown. But for now, here is Solomon and a child - Gilgamesh, as he’d so cordially introduced himself as - at a diner, enjoying all the niceties that this strange land will afford them. Paying is of no consequence apparently, given Solomon’s wealth ( or so he assumes, but little does he know ). 

The menu tells tales never seen before, and the tea they brew stuck to the tongue in the most delightful ways. And of course–

“The pancakes are very good. Would you care for some too, Gil?” The plat that sits in front of the King is horrifying in its size, but he continues on regardless. Questions of who and why and where are left by the wayside, under a river of syrup and tea. Perhaps that’s for the best, for both of them.

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     the name solomon should have been wholly unfamiliar to the young king, a name never spoken aloud in the fortress that was uruk. and yet, gilgamesh was certain he had heard it before. or perhaps it would be more appropriate to say he had seen it, seen him - though, now, those details were foggy. his sight wasn’t exactly what it once was, and the memories of the visions he had seen were hazy at best. the age of gods collapsing, the world at peril, a throne of heroes - fragments of a dream he could not quite piece together.  

     ❝ Mm, I’ll have some! Thank you, Uncle. ❞ and so he puts that line of thought aside. gilgamesh was not one to put up his nose when offered something, and questions of the future were not exactly proper form when dining. this feelings of being in the dark was new to him, but perhaps some questions were better kept to oneself. at least, for now.

     ❝ They’re fluffy, like butter cake. I wonder if they’d be able to make these at the palace if I asked... ❞ his fork prods at the pile in front of him, much smaller than his companion’s ( where exactly was all that food going, he wonders ), and his expression remains thoughtful. ❝ Did they have these, um, pancakes back in your homeland? ❞

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threeriddled​:

         this is a problem.

    for a few days now, Sheba has noticed a very sudden shift in the island’s inhabitants, one that clearly held signs that it was an outside influence that caused it. most likely their captors, but the reason why remains unknown and unseen to her. a tad frustrating, but nothing the Caster couldn’t handle. she had wanted to ask a certain King his opinion on the matters, wondering if he perhaps discovered something.

              but, well, she wasn’t counting him to be among the affected.

    “ Ah, you’re so tiny now. “ child sized, which was accurate, given that somehow, the King of Uruk was now nothing more than a child. one Sheba could very easily hold up and that is exactly what she’s doing, hands secure under his arms as an eyebrow raises up. just what was going on her?

    “ Does Master know you’re like this? Oh, but what if this isn’t reversible…..I’ll have to set up a child sitting fare….“ 

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     being picked up was odd - a strange sensation - especially when it was by the armpits. not even his own mother carried him like this, nor had she tried to carry him in some time. he was old enough to lead, so what reason was there for his mother to cradle him like a babe? 

     still, this woman was familiar with him in the same way that so many others had been, in that they knew his older self. in a way, it was bothersome to be so out of the loop ( a rarity for one blessed with eyes that could peer into the deep ), but all the same, he answers his query kindly.  ❝ If you are referring to Miss Fujimaru when you speak of this ‘Master’, then yes. She sought me out a short time ago. She too had been expecting me to be somewhat older. ❞  alas, her search had been for naught.  ❝ It seems to be a widespread affliction, which is how I found myself here. ❞

     not every inhabitant of this city was made to suffer through such a plight, however. this woman was evidently included among the ranks of the ‘immune’.  ❝ I would hope it isn’t permanent. it would be troubling not to return to Uruk soon. ❞

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castilium​:

@deepsought​

Before them, the ocean expanded with no end, merging with the distant skies and glittering beneath the sun’s glow like a treasure all their own. The boy had mentioned being a king — a claim which had perplexed her, as he appeared no older than she. The contrast between their positions further than perhaps even the stretches of sky and sea before them; he, a ruler, and she, an obedient. Yet no discontent was there to manifest within her; no envy, no yearning — she was a simple girl with no desires. However, the limitless liberties that came with such a title, she did ponder; what may it be to seize control of life, and at such a youthful stage, when typically, education was the dominator of children’s days.

“Is it alright for you to remain here, separated from your people? Without their leader, morale is in danger of declining and mass unrest may break out — you may become villainized by the very people who look to and worship you, while here you are held with no means of delivering your reign to them”.

     ❝ I have faith that such a thing would not happen. ❞

     the girl whose company he had found himself in was unusual. she had an air about her that suggested something pure, untainted by the unavoidable burdens of living as a human and the strength that one bolstered as a result of working through them.  there was a curiosity evident in her gaze, small as it was, but beyond that — had she no desires of her own? 

     if anything, she was more a child than he, actual ages aside.  ❝ It is not as if I have fully grown into my role as King, nor have I reigned without counsel. In the place of my departed Father, my Mother has offered me wisdom and guidance. In my absence, I am certain she will be able to keep the peace. ❞ had he still retained his clairvoyance, gilgamesh would have been able to say this without any room for doubt. now, it was a simple conviction born from the belief he held in uruk and its citizens. ❝ New experiences are always beneficial to a ruler, as they are to any living being. I am quite pleased to see the world beyond Uruk, confusing as it may have been to suddenly awaken here - do you not agree? ❞

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greatharvest​:

     ❛   Ahahaaaaa… Hah— ?   ❜

         HER   laughter dies quickly, and just as obnoxiously as it had arose. She isn’t terribly surprised that he has no memory of the singularity, as spirit origins were a fickle thing… But no memory of her at all ?  That… That takes all the fun out of it !  At first she hesitates, wondering if he was playing some sort of joke. … No, this is real — why else would he refer to Ereshkigal as the ‘Queen of the Great Below’ ?  Why else would he show any remote respect for the gods — much less reverence for their domain ?

     ❛   You aren’t only tiny… You really are your younger, much more tolerable self !   ❜   How disappointing. She wonders if this is temporary or permanent… But at the same time, perhaps this was an opportunity !  Confidence momentarily renewed, she flips some stray hair over her shoulder — as if that alone were a sufficient introduction.   ❛   I, Ishtar — Goddess of Venus, Overseer of the Heavens, Patron Goddess of Uruk — and above all, the Goddess of Beauty ! — accept your humble apology !   ❜

     ❝ ... Eh? The Queen of Heaven? Are you really? ❞

       of course the names, the titles, were known to him. no citizen of uruk would be considered within their right mind if they were without the knowledge of the queen of heaven inanna. the holy sanctuary, the eanna temple of which she was patron over, was highly revered by the people of uruk  and yet, this presence—  ❝ Ah, I’m humbled to received your forgiveness. ❞  it would always be smarter to abide by courtesy ( even if she was without any discernible divinity ). the gods were just as important to his purpose as the mortals he led — he was a being born to connect the two — and so, remaining in her good graces was the wiser choice. 

     to purposefully ignite the rage of a god— it would be a rather foolish thing to do. and so, gilgamesh swiftly shakes the look of surprise from his features and instead, presents the goddess with a question. his tone is polite, though does reach any level of reverence. 

     ❝ Still, how surprising to meet you here of all places. Did you also just arrive to this land, Lady Ishtar? ❞

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hopeled​:

    there he goes again about kingly pride. it could be a bit frustrating at times, but it is to be expected. no matter the form, he still thought of himsef as a strong and wise king. she does not argue nor offer a rebuttal, but she does sigh quietly. it is to be expected that he is acting such a way in this place– it was wholly new to him now. a city of the future that was wide open and ready to explore, for anyone to try and grasp its secrets.

           she just wished he would be a bit more careful in his venture. she knew he was capable, but as was the case with most younger than herself– age or form wise – she always stayed on a side of caution. and in this place, where powers and such were stripped, she could never be too sure.

   “I– yes, I did say that, but that’s not….for a long while. And this place has a habit of making one weaker than they are used to. Plus, I can’t let everyone protect me all the time. It’s nothing against His Majesty– I just want to stay on the safe side for now. “ 

           at least until she understood more about what was going on.

      ❝ Hmm... ❞

     cheeks puff out upon hearing her reasoning, almost irritably, and the king stalls in place. his balance on the fence is maintained, however precarious his stance may be, as his arms fold together in deep thought.

     it wasn’t as if it took much deliberation on his part. gilgamesh was, in truth, quite content to follow alongside the woman who held a contract with his future self ( even if her intentions were not wholly clear to him ). rather than doubt her in any way, the boy was simply poking fun as children were wont to do ⁠— and that was exactly what she wanted him to be right now. a child. the weight of his kingship would not so easily lift from his shoulders, not so long as he knew uruk remained his sole responsibility in the absence of his father, but maintaining the act of a carefree youth was a simple enough task in comparison. 

     and so, he swiftly hops off the fence with a flourish, smile once again adorning his features as he looks up at the young woman. he wasn’t a servant, that much was obvious to both the boy and the girl who had come to accompany him, but all the same—  ❝ If that is what you’d like, then I won’t object. You are the ‘Master’ here, Miss Fujimaru! I’ll follow in your lead — just tell me where you’d like to go. ❞

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greatharvest​:

  ❛   Pff— Keheheh… !   ❜

      ANNOYANCE   had immediately seeped into every fiber of her being at a familiar presence… Until she turned around and promptly burst into hysterics. She clutches at her sides, too amused to even be irked that she can’t float and flit about the young boy for further emphasis.

 ❛   Aaaa-hahahaha— !  After all that gloating in Kur, look at you !  You’re so tiny !  Haaaahahahaha— !!   ❜

・‥…━━━☆ @deepsought​ : sc.

     well, wasn’t this a confusing turn of events. 

     an unknown face, one gilgamesh had never before seen ( but who seemed oh so familiar with him, somehow ), was laughing as if she had witnessed the most amusing thing in the world. and yet, for every word uttered, his own understanding of the situation lessened. was it not normal for a child to be tiny ? and for what reason would the wedge of heaven have to gloat in kur ? 

     ❝ I cannot say I remember ever being in the domain of the Queen of the Great Below, if I’m being truthful. But I do apologize if I ever caused you some offense. ❞  his tone is genuinely apologetic, his words sincere. but this person— there was no way she was a goddess, was there ? the lack of a divine presence was obvious even to the weakened king ( one so used to the company of his blessed mother ). 

     ❝ ⁠— so if you don’t mind me prying, could you tell me who exactly you are? ❞