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interrupts everything to just give kingu a lil snoot

-He’s disgusted as he lugs this undying statue of a man deeper within the Blood Fort.  You’ve snooted him while he’s working, and after the last few hours of reasoning with his Mother at her most annoyed and, consequently, most unreasonable, just makes a snort.-

-He’s busy with this Berserker.-

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Even now as the dust settles, you gaze upon that damnable beast that hurt your Mother. Even now, as he is, in what should be a permanent prison. But no. This one has a bad habit of not dying when he should ... but thinking upon it perhaps that could be quite useful.

-There will be a use for that one yet.-

-It’s laughable, and it’s a wonderful twist that he can delight in.  Nezha was right, if anything--if her attempts to approach him meant that he would hurt those that care for him.  Then she will be hurt, all of those here could be.-

-The Servant that belonged to that idiotic King didn’t have the durability, even if there would be delight in taking this pitiful city’s hope from it.  Leonidas--he’s disgusted he even has learned his name--killed many children and made things so much harder.  But no, as he should, he cannot stand before Mother’s might.-

-That other.-

-He will take before Chaldea’s eyes back to the Blood Fort.  To think, their simple minds would only think to mourn instead of to truly fear.-

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saintchunks​:

Kingu…

Nice to. Meet you.

[She can’t fully express the relief that she feels, that he’s actually listening–though he shakes with anger, his voice trembles, and it’s enough to prove to her that perhaps… perhaps she can help him.]

I was. The same.

I had. Nothing. But my. Human parents.

But. My violence. And arrogance. Brought disaster. Upon them.

I could… not. Go on. After.

Taiyi Zhenren. Brought me. Back. Like this.

You see?

I. Understand.

You are. Not. Alone.

I want. To be. Your.

Friend.

-The exchange of formality just makes him angrier, it’s so disgustingly familiar in sentiment.  Not the same as  █, but like  █ ‘s kindness.  Why would two faces he can’t see rise up to his thoughts.  How would such thoughts be known to him.  Those aren’t his, just merely the body he holds.  Maybe, if the moment lasted longer, if there could be more talks, he could hear her.-

I, I--

-This detracted too long from his original intent.-

Mother--?!

-He’s failed, even if there’s no failing this with how pathetic humanity remains, but even his pride cannot allow him to linger here.  He glares to Nezha, but thinks better of an attack--he must go to Mother, and he must go now.-

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saintchunks​:

[As the chains drop, she grips her spear tightly and pushes herself fully to her feet–but makes no further move, doesn’t shift into a fighting stance so much as angle her legs in a rooted stance.]

My body. Gifted to me. By Taiyi Zhenren. I am. Both human. And immortal. Close. Enough.

You. Are consumed. By hatred.

As. I was. In my. Youth.

If you. Go. Down this. Path. You will. Hurt. Those. Closest. To you.

I do not. Want you. To suffer. As I did.

[She doesn’t mince words. She takes a step forward, holding her hand out towards him, palm-up.]

I am. Prince Nezha.

I do not. Want. To hurt. You.

Lend me.

Your ears.

-She actually doesn’t move to attack--she just simply stands and makes her declaration and... and he finds himself doing the same, even as his face distorts as she speaks with the very rage she warns of.  But, even then, his body urges him to listen, forces him to hear.-

-Still, he just cannot help but give his own rancor in return.-

Listen to you?

-He did listen, he really did, at least--that something got through to him through her words.-

Of course I’m consumed by rage!!!  Who wouldn’t?!  I direct my anger at all of you, for what you’ve done!  All of the crimes committed by this disgusting, old humanity, I have nothing but...

...

Nothing but... Nothing but Mother...

-The way his words falter and the way his fingers curl and ball into fists.-

I, Kingu, have nothing but Mother!  Everything I do is for her sake, unlike the humanity who has forsaken her!

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saintchunks​:

[She doesn’t rise to the posturing, much like with Gorgon, but she narrows her eyes. Nezha is about to insist upon hearing his name again, but the chains that drag her from the sky are so sudden, it rips the breath from her.]

[Nezha pushes herself up, locking eyes with him.]

I am. Like you.

This body. Not mortal.

We. Are. Alike.

-He almost lazily descends along with them, not yet seeing the need to send a barrage of strikes down on her.  He stands before her, a little disgusted--the chains are merely strong, but she has no Divinity, unlike the Berserker that his Mother is less being harassed by but is tending to.-

-But what she says instantly does earn a rise from him--and there’s an undeniable truth to what she says that his body can feel but he lashes out against.  Or, at least, he sends his lashes verbally toward her.-

Us?  Alike?

This body of mine is proof of a new humanity, the first of the new beings to come from my Mother. Passing similarities, at best, to an untrained and ignorant eye.

You dare to even compare the two of us?

-In fact, he drops the chains, entirely.  As long as she’s not haranguing his Mother, he’ll play--it seems exciting, in fact.-  

Were you not aware of how I handled that giant beast in your entourage with ease?  I can make just as much of a show of you now, if you desire.

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saintchunks​:

[She stops just before she smashes into him. Her posture is fierce, lifting her spear to point it directly at his face. Other than that, she doesn’t make a move to attack.]

[But she could easily change that.]

Never mind! That!

You! Your name!

Give it! To me!

-The impact doesn’t come bar the gush of wind that flutters his tunic and his hair--it pushes him back only because he handles his body like in the way a puppet might when its master does not wish to jerk the strings.  Nose to nose, she meets her gaze by looking down her spear, though, impassive as much as his body itself is inhumanly pliable.-

My name?

You’d care more about something as trifling as my name?  When you face extinction, you merely wish to know its name rather than fight back?

-Gold lights from the ground below, with chains shooting directly to grasp her ankles and bring the fight to the ground with a crash.-

Give me a reason to hand the name given to me by my Mother to pass on your lips.

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herothrone​:

You wouldn’t deny me even this small pleasure of crushing them, would you? Besides…some of these might make for some pleasant decorative statues in my temple.

How tempting it is to just sink Uruk here and now…

... Of course, they could.

But remember the alliance.  And think about how pathetic they truly will be when you return.  Beholding you now, seeing how powerful you already are.  By existing before them, you already crush their spirits, by virtue of being yourself:  Tiamat.

-He glances down to the Servants, with disdain--to the Master accompanying them.  It calms him, in a way, not seeing Gilgamesh in any form here to rile disagreeable feelings.-

We should still return at once--I wouldn’t have that final Goddess using any chance she could.  Not that she’ll remain with authority over that jungle for long.

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saintchunks​:

–Ah!

You!

[She’s focusing her energy into speeding towards him, single-minded in her goal. Though it’s not the right time, not by a long shot, it may very well be the only chance she gets.]

-His brows furrow--Mother will have to handle Berserker and the Alter Ego herself, because with the fury and energy that this Servant comes at him with will keep him occupied.-

Do you honestly think you can do anything, even if Mother’s come a little early?!

-He braces, anticipating whatever first strike his opponent will send will take this fight to the ground within an instant.-

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-He thinks of the other threat facing his Mother at the moment--the hulking beast of a man that posed such a threat to him weeks ago.  Or, posed as much of a threat as any of the old humanity’s forces could.-

-He thinks to immediately handle the Berserker, or perhaps one of the girls below--but something else is immediately grabbing his attention.-

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-Sincerely, the only thought he has as he gazes upon Kingprotea and everything she is, he’s turned for a complete fucking loop.-

-More than these other clowns, he can see a reflection of his mother right within her, but corrupted and twisted and mashed with other authorities and beings.-

-But she’s also doing Quite a Shout--but also posing the biggest risk out of everything.-

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-Though Mother can handle both of them well, his eyes narrow and fix on the Lancer in particular.-

-Watching them move in particular makes knots turn in his insides, seeing something that this body he has want to consider something more about them--about wanting to connect to such an old, disgusting to-be remnant of the old humanity.-

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[Gorgon] Ah, you're here. I wanted to see what you were entertaining yourself with.

Your curiosity is understandable, Mother, but isn’t it much too soon to be bothering with such insignificant flies?  

While the Goddess of the Underworld has broken from her pledge, there is still the one stationed in the forest to contend with.

... As such, even if they would stand no chance before you...

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-Just as shocked as anyone else in Uruk, he is as well at Mother’s sudden appearance at the walls.  In a panic, he’s already starting to fly quickly to her side.-

M-Mother, why are you--

-Of course, he can’t be hidden from those of the battlefield, or those of Uruk itself, as he comes close to her side--or to attempt to put himself between them both.-

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herothrone​:

-It’s entirely possible that he could die here. It’s more than likely, in fact, given that this Enkidu has gotten ahold of the Chains of Heaven. That’s just something he’ll have to accept. If everyone gets killed here and now, it’ll be… difficult, but not anything irreparable. He wonders whether it’s worth it to make a fool of himself trying to deflect or dodge these chains for the sake of convenience, or if he might save face even if it means taking a trip to see Ereshkigal earlier than he’d planned.-

-But…-

-As much as this impostor is starting to heat up…well.-

-Gilgamesh ceases moving. Just stands before him, now, waiting. Daring, perhaps.-

I wondered. You are, in terms of physical ability, far superior to my Enkidu. And impressive even by my own standards. But you’re a pretty convincing fake, I must say. 

So then, what’s taking you so long? 

Do you miss the sound of my voice?

-Finally, he simply snaps with a scream of frustration, one that rattles his core and feels like it could slip all his power just to claw away at that burning, glaring hole in his skull.  All of it at once is just too much for him to handle. He should easily be able to take down a mere mortal--countless times he’s reaped the soldiers to deliver to his Mother, but now?-

-Gilgamesh stops, as if he holds superiority, like a much too arrogant ant on its hill in the face of a flame.-

-Does he miss the sound of his voice?  There’s a screeching hollow call as something in his vessel protests, as if their ghost--no, there is no such soul.-

-He grasps at his head and fires one last blade toward the king--only for it to bury into the sand at his feet as he rises once again.-

I...

-His gaze drifts from Gilgamesh to the proper Enkidu, as much as a Servant could be proper, as much as the old humanity could be proper, and sneers.-

I want to see your Uruk burn, I want to see your eyes as everything is torn away from you, and I want to see if you can think I’m “Enkidu” then.

-And with that, he turns and flees--in no logical direction, he simply escapes to where he knows he can’t hear those questions and see that disgustingly familiar face.-

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herothrone​:

-He takes note of that reaction. It’s a little unsettling to confront Enkidu like this – seeing him so…enraged. Yes, he had Memeko’s Enkidu near, a kinder one, one more like he remembered, but this…-

-He takes a step closer to this Enkidu, until he is attacked – and given the difference in strength between them, even though he might be a demigod himself, it’s all he can do to get the fuck out of the way. It’s not enough, though, and he gracefully trips over some of those chains to nearly faceplant, but barely recovers. It’s kind of clear that he’s, for whatever reason, not exactly in the best physical shape to keep up.-

You’re not anyone I’d take orders from, friend. Now, why don’t you calm down and tell me what’s gotten into you? You were so calm and relaxed, before. You weren’t one to indulge in senseless violence like this. Does it have something to do with that magical core you have? Did one of the goddesses give that to you?

You’re acting rather strange, Enkidu…

…you are Enkidu, aren’t you?

-The way Gilgamesh moves is just sort of laughable, in a way.  If this is the best that the old humanity could show him, then it all but justified the fact that his Mother’s guidance was sorely needed to those that had forgotten her entirely.  He does not entirely fall, however, though the twisting shots of the Chain of Heaven attempt to grapple and trip him up more.-

Am I Enkidu?

-Giving a more practiced reply, a smoother retort to such a laughable question mixes with the burning rage at merely seeing that face and meeting those eyes in a moment.  His words come out more as if he were to spit them on the ground Conflicting thoughts and sensations burn through him as each blade and shot is fired toward him.-

-A little off to the head, not even clipping his side.-

Enkidu is gone, you fool!  Do you not have that ghost of them at your side now?!  It must be the rot in your inferior brain--

-He keeps missing, he keeps coming close to a shot as he weaves effortlessly through Gilgamesh’s own weaponry--the difference in ability is as clear as night and day to him, so why, why, why can’t he kill him?  Why do his feet back away?-

This discarded vessel is mine!

[herothrone]

Failure? What makes you so spiteful as to launch such empty insults my way? I would be mildly irritated if I were not so amused. Stealing my techniques like you have… What happened to your originality?

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It’s you that’s--

-He clutches his head for a moment as he starts to back away, even with throwing any and all manner of weapons to match pace with him.  So long as this body maintained its connection to the Earth, he could keep going, but why?-

-Why does something move in the back of his head like that?  Something that should have been scraped clean by the gods and gone rattles.-

G-Get out of my sight!  You broken demigod--!

-With the Chain of Heaven away from Heracles, he can easily cast it toward Gilgamesh himself, forgetting any other target he might have considered or danger he should be avoiding just at a shot to wipe away Gilgamesh himself.-

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(As you continue your battle with Berserker and with the giant whose voice sounds suspiciously familiar -- you hear the sound of hundreds of instruments slicing through the air, axes and spears and weapons of all kinds, hurtling towards you almost as fast as you can move.)

-Finally, that’s what has him start to part from the group--not Heracles, not the false Mother, but that overwhelmingly familiar presence.-

You--!

-He has to work to actually dodge through them, dancing through weapons that rain down on him endlessly.  Ultimately, he has to start throwing out his own weaponry to simply counter the spears and swords crashing toward him and lining the beach.-

-The chains completely pull away from Heracles to rocket toward Gilgamesh instead as an ache races through his being.  Killing the Master or killing King Gilgamesh?  Either viable options to expedite his Mother’s plans.-

Leave--Leave immediately!  Get out of my sight, you failure--!