Interdimensional Drifter

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the devil and the fool

The Devil: Who they talk to when dealing with big issues

The other Enkidu of course, the green skinned flying demon that is Gilgamesh’s closest confidant and teammate! Enkidu is killed by the heroes of FFV in a boss battle however, so for a long time he had no-one to work through his problems with.

Recently Gilgamesh’s loneliness has taken to him taking in stray animals and painting them green as replacements. He’s completely aware that they’re not the “real” Enkidu though, so it actually makes him a bit more melancholy than usual when he remembers his oldest friend.

The Fool: Something they’ve always wanted to try

Gilgamesh’s obsession with weapons has led to an interest in actually forging them. But he lacks the tactile understanding and the skill to actually give it a go. He might try one day though, wish him luck!

[axewieldingsethan-deactivated20]

"Wow, i’m so insulted, I feel so hurt by the things you have said. So hurt. Ow. My heart is breaking into a million pieces"

"Let me guess, you are going to call me fishfaced too? Well go on, say it, it is quite obvious"

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"Hah! This one has a tongue that can cut deep it seems."

"First things first, you look nothing like a fish! Your face cuts very well, if you must know. I was merely pointing out that your fashion sense leave something to be desired... Hey! If you want; I, the great Gilgamesh, shall give you his most fashionable of fashion tips deserving of a great warrior!"

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dxsertbluffs

"My goodness, aren't you a cheery fellow! Why, I'd say it's almost infectious - but I have to ask... just what is going on with your forehead there...?"

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hexenberg

The giant of a demon leans down over the small child, practically blocking the sun out to do so.

"Hey, you! Little girl What do you think you're doing? Playing in the street? Don't you know there are grown up people doing really grown up things here so... Just do do whatever you want somewhere else, alright?!"

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axeweildingsethan

"Bwa ha ha ha! Look at this mismatched buffoon! I am sure all the cats come out to play when you go for your morning jog! I suppose you also let the monkeys swing about on those branches you call hair, hmm?"

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venerableancientgod

"Ah, at last! Someone around here who appreciates the finer and might I say much more comfortable clothes of the Eastern lands! Hmm... I'm not quite sure of that mirror sitting right there for all to see though - unless you intend to cause me to become lost in my own handsome looks!"

[blindprotector]

          “Hoh? Are you one yourself? One can never have enough. A collection I take pride in. They’re not just for collecting purposes, however.”

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"Ha ha ha! I'm far more than a collector; I'm a connoisseur! But you're right, you're right, but it's not just the size of the collection that counts... it's the quality! In my collection I've got nothing more than the finest weapons to ever grace the various dimensions; scoured the farthest marshes from the most mustiest chests! Truly, it is a collection beyond compare!"

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requipknight

"Oooh-! Look at you! You look like a real collector in that getup!"

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Hello friends; my non-event threads are actually non-existent right now, and I'd like to get some movement on that. If people are interested in threading with this multi-armed loser then please send me a message or like this post and I'll make a mini-starter for you!

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New World Order (CA Event [Host: Ultimecia] || Open)

hmmivefoughtworse , axeweildingsethan

“…Lowlifes.”

The crowd was murmuring, fascinated by the appearance of the woman who stood now before them. No, perhaps fascinated was not the right word…their eyes were glazed over, and the words they were muttering made no sense. They were caught in some sort of trance, staring at the one addressing them from the podium on the large stage.

The woman in black, with all the grace and elegance of a queen, smiled.

“Shameless filthy wretches." This time, her voice was stronger, stabbing into the crowd who could only support her with their gazes, their murmurings. They took the insults like compliments, welcoming her arrival with the greatest of respect. It was a bizarre view, almost like a puppet show, with this woman…no, this sorceress, as the great master behind the play.

“How you celebrate my ascension with such joy! Hailing the very one you have condemned for generation. Have you no shame? What happened to the evil, ruthless sorceress from your fantasies? The cold-blooded tyrant that slaughtered countless men and destroyed many nations?" The mocking sound of laughter emerged from her throat as she spread her arms. "Where is she now? She stands before your very eyes to b̨e̵c͝omè you͞r̷ n͏éw͟ ru͠l͢er!  ͢A̵HA҉H͢A̕H͟A̧H́AH̵A͟HAHA͢H͢A̢!́!͟! A new era has just begun!!”

A man approached from the side, his face twisted in worry. “E-Edea…are you all right?" For some reason, he did not seem to be held by the same spell as the crowd. He wasn’t watching her with fascination and adoration, but with fear. "Ede—!”

Before he could finish his statement, however, ‘Edea’, without even looking at him, reached out a hand — ending in razor sharp claws — and pierced him through the chest. With one arm, she lifted the man, already a corpse, into the air. “This is reality," she announced with a cold voice. "No one can help you. Sit back and enjoy the show.”

Then, without a care, she tossed the man back as if he were just a bag of trash. His body hit the wall, then collapsed, completely forgotten.

“I was an active woman, wasn’t I?" The voice came from beside the spectator, chuckling, but also a tad resigned. "How long ago was it when I stood there on that stage? The poor man was that crowd’s president. They didn’t even shudder, did they? Watch them cheer me on, the poor dears.”

They were standing together, outside of the action, unseen, seeing all. The sorceress and the guest inside of her mind. With crimson lips, Ultimecia smiled, watching her partner carefully.

“Shall we continue to watch? It is no doubt a beautiful spectacle.”

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This place looked very familiar, a world the drifter had once seen in a period impossible to gauge; still he watched the scene silently unfold. There was something theatrical in the way this woman performed her show of strength - she obviously enjoyed it, there was no doubt about that - but the sudden movements and quick deaths did little for the warrior. He demanded equal footing, and no surprises. Even if he did sometimes jump out of nowhere in order to force his opponents to fight him.

He turned to his oh-so gracious host and shook his head in response to her obvious enjoyment of the chaos unfold. He didn't move from his spot, two pairs of arms crossed.

"You're a real piece of work, you know that? You remind me of someone I used to work for... Hmmm, he was quite the cocky one! But you're on another spectrum all together. Do you really enjoy picking on people who can't strike back? Or do you have more pressing matters like changing your face every now and then? Maybe in your next little memory you pop out of a splinter or something as absurd?"

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(ง •̀_•́)ง, but not in the face.

Fight me nerd.

In Citta:

Gilgamesh honourably fights Old Man Pokey barehanded, making sure that the face area is completely avoided and giving the geezer plenty of time for rest. He fights with two hands and pulls his punches. A good time (?) is had by all (?).

Out of Citta:

I haven’t gotten to any of the Pokey fights yet so I can’t speak of his battle style yet SO.

Gilgamesh fights with at least six arms. If Pokey is in Charlotte then Gilgamesh will use a few swords to try to slice off the legs of  the spider-bot. After the legs are removed to the best of his ability, I can imagine the warrior would switch to either his halberd and attempt to jump through the window or use something like a mace to crack it. I can imagine Pokey would run away if it tipped too much in his favour though, ending with a stalemate.

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slides (ง •̀_•́)ง here...

In Citta:

Both Gilgamesh (Fate) and Gilgamesh (FF) have heard that there is someone else going around calling themselves ‘Gilgamesh’. As one can guess, both Gilgamesh and Gilgamesh are interested and offended - who is this faker that has the gall to use their own name? They find this other ‘Gilgamesh’ and begin to exchange a battle of words. Gilgamesh unleashes a torrent of barbs but Gilgamesh is able to respond in kind, both unable to back down due to their own inflated sense of self and desire to be the one deserving of the name. Suddenly, Gilgamesh says something he’d come to regret:

"Hmph! As if a Faker such as you was even worthy enough to wield even a single sword from my collection!”

Gate of B A B Y L O N. It’s not pretty.

Out of Citta: It’s an interesting one because how strong are servants in the grand scheme of the multiverse? FF!Gil is seen strong enough to take on demons and gods, so he can probably fight Fate!Gil on equal footing, especially if he uses Haste to speed himself up… but there’s a wide variety of things that could change it either way. Can FF!Gil grab weapons from the Gate? Could Fate!Gil be turned into a frog? Would Zantetsuken cleave the ancient king in half with a single swipe? Does Fate!Gil have his own version of the Excalipoor?! These are mysteries that only fanfics can solve.

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"Hah hah hah hah hah!"

"And so warriors stand before each other in a true battle of might! With naught but sinew and harsh training they clash in a mud filled arena of death! How I long for such a challenge! A veritable orgy of sweaty sweaty arms in the closest of close quarters. They heave, but never give; and each shove only tightens their resolve to win more!"

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Camelot Borne -- ; open.

— H ✵ S T.

     It was a sight to behold— this beautiful macabre dance with death. There was she who pranced along the battlefield like a ballerina taking center stage, petite in stature, meticulous in her execution. Graceful, exemplary in every movement she tore through her enemies like a meticulous danseur. There was no fear, no cowardice in every step— it was no longer a question as to why she, Arthur Pendragon, was known as the King of War. 

      “Come! Let us go forward— to the battlefield, to obtain victory!” came her vociferous roar. It was a roar that incited the bellows of her fellow knights, who raised their weapons high, high into the air. With Lady Fate currently at her side, there was nothing that could stand in their way. Arthur Pendragon to her enemies appeared a short five foot— a small boy, in their eyes, who could not possibly win a battle. And yet time and time again, she proved them wrong. Don’t judge a book by its cover, indeed. As petite as she may appear, her strength was a force to be reckoned with. 

          Truly, a Knight King in all essence of the word. 

     In a show of rarity, a smile edges across her determined features. Gauntlet arms raised highly, her holy blade gleaming as she did so. 

     Everything felt so real.  

     She feels it. The trepidations of the heart that sought to grapple at the very tendrils of her soul and mind; the feeling of complete and utter gaiety that would otherwise not have been present (if this truly was a memory). But what did she know—? Was it not odd for her to be smiling? Indeed, adrenaline coursed through every fibre of her being… but she never recalled so openly feeling— even in the midst of battle. 

    Leaning forward before she entered the battlefield and joins her comrades in arms, she extends her hand, willing the stranger to come sit upon her steed so that they may ride into battle. 

      “Dost thou wish to join me?” 

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This was a sight familiar to Gilgamesh. And a sound; and a taste. The taste of blood and mud caked on sweat, the sound of battle, the sight of victory. He truly relished these moments. The glee was practically etched on his face as he surveyed everything around him.

"You ask to join as if you could stop me? Hah! This merry little band of jokers shan't be able to even scratch me! I once defeated an army thrice their size solo!"

His cockiness was temporarily quelled when he saw Saber's beautiful blade. One did not have to be a connoisseur such as he to realise the value of that weapon... it was one fit for a king!

He only saw fit to show the child the finest blade in his collection.

He clicked his fingers as a crackle of blue electricity cut through the sky above; a small circle to a void of blue appeared. From that what seemed like a bolt of stars fell to the earth, sinking into the ground blade first just in front of the drifter.

He grasped the handle firmly and pulled it from the mud. The entire weapon shone like the brightest diamonds, as if the dirt was repelled by the blade itself. The handguard extended into two beautiful forged unicorns. This weapon was one worthy of fighting in this warrior's memories.

"Come then!" he cried out as he grabbed the knight's hand; "Let the mighty blade Excalibur and I show you what it is like to have a true warrior on your side!"

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yours will be a happy one | lucina & gilgamesh;

a small note about this: lucina is a host and your character is a passenger and they will be the only one who can see her. everyone in this universe will see your character, but they will not see this lucina.

This was everything the Exalt from another time had wanted.

A flourished kingdom, where Emmeryn was not assassinated, where the people were happy, where Grima had never awoken. It was a dream that she had wished for such a long time, a dream that would never come true. At least, for the Lucina of another time.

Her sight was set on a girl that looked identical to her in every way possible. Yet, the differences were there. Rather than the outfit Lucina wore, this girl wore much kinder clothes, clothes not needed for battle.

She also seemed a lot happier than the Exalt from another time. Because she dd not have to suffer as much as she did. The girl was in the gardens, admiring the flowers that were blooming. In this universe, Spring was here.

     "… I suppose there’s no reason to doubt it.”

Lucina turned towards the passenger next to her. The trip between the two had been quiet for most of the way, as she let the beautiful kingdom of Ylisse speak for itself. She wanted them to absorb the surrounding area, and she felt as though talking would ruin the experience.

     "This… would have been my life, had Grima      not destroyed the world. This is the future that      she will live in.”

The future that the Lucina from the dark future had fought for, for her younger self.

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Gilgamesh was at his heart a warrior, and a traveler; and so it would have been no surprise that the trip into this woman's own personal dream world barely affected him. Upon his 'arrival' he dusted himself off out of habit and begun immediately to soak in the sights of what appeared to be a quaint little slice of fiction.

He saw the young lady admiring the flowers in bloom, and strolled around a little bit, taking it all in. It was all picturesque; as far removed as Gilgamesh's eternal domain of the Void could be... Peaceful.

He didn't like it, not one bit. 

 "This… would have been my life, had Grima      not destroyed the world."

He gave a loud snort and furrowed his brow.

"Hmph... And what a poor life it is! This woman is meant to be you? Bah; she looks like she could barely handle a brisk walk up the stairs. Is this really a reality you'd want to live in?!" his hand unfolded and moved across the skyline in a theatrical motion, like a Greek chorus in a play; "Even the sky itself looks too bright! This world would blind a normal man!"

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As I've only just picked up Gilgamesh as the event started, I haven't been able to make his intro yet, but I still intend to have him participate in the event. Due to the character's own dimensional travels he is going to serve as Host, Passenger, and Traveler for this event. If you want him to take any of the roles and/or thread just send me an ask. For Host ideas I've been mulling over the following:

The Battle of Bal: Based on when Gilgamesh supposedly defeated an entire army single-handedly. Passengers will be thrust right into the midst of what Gilgamesh considers to be one of his finest moments. But depending on what they themselves see will they prefer to stay on the sidelines, or choose one side over the other?

Lost in the Void: Based on Gilgamesh's initial travels through the Void, after he was cast in by his former master for his constant blunders and supposedly dying to kill the demon, Necrophobe, who dwelt there. Gilgamesh is scared, confused, wounded, and nearing insanity after an indeterminate time of solitude among the Void. To him, the Passenger will perhaps be seen as an illusion... or another monster the Void holds.

Quest for Great Booty (AU): An AU based on Gilgamesh's own travels. The Passenger and Host have joined together on a fantastical voyage of adventure for [INSERT A WEAPON FROM ANY FANDOM EVER] and are beset by a myriad of deadly foes and diabolical traps. Much comradery for the completely real weapon will surely follow.