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[lancerofclay]

@gcldenking - in response to x 

Enkidu cocked their head in amusement. It was true. They’d sensed his presence the moment he’d arrived, and they had not sought him out. He had every right to scold them in turn. Perhaps they’d been nervous that he wouldn’t want to see them. They’d never been happier to be wrong. 

“Perhaps I was not sure that it was really you. After all, you look so mature. I could hardly recognize you!” The tilt of their smile and tone of their voice belied their amusement. 

They stepped closer, weight balanced on their toes. It wouldn’t do to be caught off guard. “Did you finally settle into your throne? I thought I’d never see the day!” 

[amelserru]

@gcldenking | continued from  ➢

It was always a surprise to meet those that were involved in the Singularity under his care, always a blind guess regarding what they remembered and how they’d react to his presence. It isn’t the first time, it will not be last, and yet the sight of a certain King shook him more than the rest. So he’d simply observed and waited for a reaction he could read. A moment of surprise, a look of recognition. “Gilgamesh.”

And the response he gets is almost enough to make him scoff. How insufferably bold of this King to greet him with amusement, of all things. “It has been too long if you think me the type that’d care about something like that.” Despite himself, he returns the words in kind. There’s an inner pull towards that familiarity, one he had never indulged nor acknowledged. 

And it still feels wrong, just as it had back on that hill, but he lets his feet carry him closer to the Caster. “I can’t say I’m surprised to find you here.” He can’t quite make out what he feels at the moment.

[flodeuyn-blog]

    ≪❀≫ HE WAS PANICKING. He realized that. That was the problem.

       He wasn’t sure what caused him to reach out to the other in response to this – however. Holding his phone, he stared at the MESSAGE he’d already written, wondering… Should he send it?

       He never thought about that. Rarely did he ever consider his actions this intensely. Rarely did he ever PANIC so badly that he could hear his heart raising in his ears. But, but, but – he’d never FELT his own RAW emotions before.

       Without even thinking on the matter, he’d opened the BOX he’d found in his room. And the result was this. The half-human feeling his own EMOTIONS for the first time ever. This wasn’t the result of his devouring dreams of others, or by being in their proximity. He was LOCKED behind his door in his house, huddled under blankets because he didn’t understand this sensation – and no attempt to regain control was working.

[ CONTACT ] ;; [ CasGil ]

[ TXT ] ;; help

[ TXT ] ;; i did something stupid

[ TXT ] ;; i don’t know what’s hsppening

[ TXT ] ;; *happening

[ TXT ] ;; please come

      He stares at the message for a while – anxiety prickling his mind. Should he tell him? Should he really ask the other for help? What was going on? Would the other even know? Normally, MERLIN didn’t ask for help. It wasn’t how the Magus of Flowers worked, but? Frankly, he was overwhelmed. And that wasn’t a sensation he understood…

      After all: It wasn’t an emotion he would pick for himself. & when he’s usually had the ability too choose? This was a little much for him.

      In the end, he clicks [SEND]. He regrets it immediately – but he does. What else could he do? With that, he pulls his blankets to cover him more, preparing to bunker down as a blanket-cocoon until he heard back from his former MASTER.

/ @gcldenking ≪❀≫ (EVENT - COVET)

[beannaigh-blog]

    ≪✿≫ THESE ARE THE soulless eyes of a man who isn’t sure... if he feels pity or horror at the other’s ability. What a wickedly inhuman alteration of a formerly beautiful power.

       And he thought the undead was horrifying. (... apparently the true horror was elsewhere.)

/ @gcldenking

[faithfulxknight-blog]

EVENT pt.2 continued from [♞ ] ( @gcldenking )

      Bedivere was unaccustomed to fights like this – fights with creatures of this particular nature. It was luckily for him that his false arm was HOLY in alignment, even though it wasn’t the holy-sword anymore, a lingering of it’s nature remained with him. It was likely the only reason that, despite only wielding a WOODEN SWORD, he was able to keep the worst of the undead from reaching them thus far.

      However, it wasn’t going well.

     His wooden weapon was hardly a replacement for a real sword. And the holy alignment of his false arm would only get them so far. Between the two of them, they’d managed to hold of the hoard well enough – but? Those other creatures… Though he could dissuade them for short periods of time by forcing his mana into his arm, creating a slight glow from the magical tool, but that was all he could do. And the energy it took was absolutely DRAINING. He could feel sweat forming in beads on his forehead, running down the back of his neck. As a KNIGHT, he was always prepared to die. He’d accepted that long ago. As a Servant, death was something he knew was a likely outcome as well. Nothing about this scared the pale-haired man. However? There was some frustration about being unable to help the other. He’d thrown himself into battle to help the mage, an ally of Chaldea, and it appeared he’d accomplished nothing.

      Perhaps that was why he so easily spoke those words. If he died, he wouldn’t be upset. He wasn’t afraid to face his death – not this time.

      However, surprise appears in his eyes when the other speaks next. Was that so? Did the GOLDEN King have some sort of idea on how to deal with this situation – at first, his lips part to offer a question, yet? The other’s continue speech closed them again. Confusion alight in his eyes, he nods to show he was listening. If he was meant to play the DISTRACTION, then so be it. If his ally had a plan, he would be happy to do what he could to help it come into play. “… I will do as you ask, King Gilgamesh. How much time do you need?” Bedivere asks, a frown at his lips. Even if this all failed, he’d already accepted his death. Should this not work, then fine.

     A small part of him was wondering if he should be concerned about the others statement. A fire? How? Where? Would it truly be of service?

     Truthfully Bedivere had only a handful of experiences with UNDEAD creatures like this. And all of those had been since being summoned to Chaldea, not prior. Perhaps the other had more first hand experience in these sorts of things?

[isolaradiale]

Finished up my app for Caster Gilgamesh from Fate! You can find his app and stats under /app and /stats. Sorry for sending this in the middle of an inbox run! I wasn't sure if my reserve would be approved.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Casgil!

You will be housed in APARTMENT 336.

You will retain your item creation (false) skill in conjunction with your gates of babylon, though you can only summon crocs for some reason. The shoe, not the reptile. You’ll also be given an idiot’s guide to resting.

– mod altair.

[flodeuyn-blog]

@gcldenking continued from ≪❀≫

    ≪❀≫ AS THEY LINGERED at the cliffside, and the words had fallen from his lips, he then became quiet. Frustration burning away at the inside of his eyes – as they lingered on the STAR’s above. It was far past the simple days were people believed STAR’s to be eternal. And yet, the romance of those thoughts remained.

       Perhaps it was because he wished something lasted forever that had caused him to say this.

       After all: Even what was meant to be an ETERNAL ENTRAPMENT had turned into something as simple as this – being summoned to another world, to another situation – another crisis. And yet, even their STRUGGLES remained confused. Jumbled. And his memories, though accurate, were not accurate for all. He found himself struggling day-in and day-out, trying to keep up with the whiplash that this place offered. Even for someone as EMOTIONLESS as you could claim he was.

       He had no true emotions. He was a mirror of those he surrounded himself with. So? Was even this FRUSTRATION his? Or was it the mopping of someone else that he’d happened to take along with him… When his companion speaks up, his gem-like eyes shift over. Pale sapphire seeking out the others ruby eyes, before cringing a little at the other’s words. He was right, of course. YEARS of EXISTANCE on the (REVERSE SIDE) of the world proved the very words the other spoke in reply to his own words… “… I suppose you’re right.” He murmurs, a tortured smile taking place on his lips as he glances back up at the stars.

      What HURT right now? He couldn’t place it.

       Perhaps it was HOMESICKNESS? Perhaps it was the fact that he was near the people he’d been separated from, now? … he didn’t know. He was unfamiliar with the ache he carried right now. “No, no. I know you are. Of course you are.” He murmurs, allowing his eyes to close as he sighs a little. Attempting to sound relaxed now, though a tinge of pain remained. “I’m just being crazy as usual it seems. Forgive me. I must be losing my edge since arriving here.”

      Despite his UNORTHODOX existence, he could be a bit of a ROMANTIC at heart. This occasionally causes a conflict with his true nature – and perhaps was the human side of him wreaking havoc on his unusual heart. “Sorry.”

      The last word was whispered with an unusual, unfamiliar, pain lingering within it. It spoke eons and yet also stood still. He wanted to explain how he felt – he wanted to UNDERSTAND this pain. And yet, he couldn’t. Even in his own ERA, he hadn’t understood the particulars of certain emotions. Or the FEAR of LOSS. Was that was lingered like a storm over his heart now? What was he fearful of, however? He had nothing back – he couldn’t even get the COURAGE to approach the people he felt he owed explanations to… What was it that tore this unfamiliar emotion through his chest?

[beannaigh-blog]

    ≪✿≫ “Ah! What an honor to see the owner of the Casino in the flesh. Surely you cannot be here to kick me out again, hmm? I have been relatively little trouble to your staff.”

      RELATIVELY. AND THE only time he’d been kicked out was shortly after his wife’s disappearance several years ago. It appears, however, that his transgression must not have been so awful, as the owner has continued to allow him on the premises following the pass of time and Fionn’s return to his more playful self. Of course, he often came here dragging his friend/lover in tow. However? It appeared the blond had come alone tonight.

      “Or where you perhaps just getting a drink from the bar? I would offer to buy you one, but…” A sly smile dances across his lips than. However, there was a playful twinkle in his eye. “I would almost feel like I was insulting you by offering to buy you a drink from your own establishment.” Despite mischief caused several years back, he found himself right at home at the casino and enjoyed both the atmosphere and the staff. Including their owner, who… frankly, always looked like he needed a nap.

      Somehow, he got the feeling that appearance only got worse every time he showed up. Oh well.

/ EVENT. @gcldenking