[Bullshit wire has been successfully tripped, in other words.]
What is the matter with you? If you're truly a dragon of some sort, you're taking this "hole up in my lair and rebuff all intruders" nonsense a bit too far.
Well, I'd love to help you out there, but I can't. Contagious through body fluid exchange and all that. [ maybe some day they will find a cure and he can help you but today is not that day. ] You'd be worse off with your empty bed syndrome than you are now.
[How did so many of you fail this hard? All you had to do was run around on your handy-dandy mount and avoid any and all blows with your sweet ability checks and your bottomless Luck stat which enabled you to gimp everything on the field before it could even touch you. It's like you don't even know how to play this game or something.
Amateurs.]
Suddenly, I have received a vision. A vision of your abject stupidity explaining everything.
Masamune protests, but it's weak and tired. He's stressed and he's really not used to being this weak so he's even moreso the latter (as well as being kind of a baby about being sick). Also, he might feel stupid over the situation already without being called stupid by Gilgamesh.. ]
It's different. I was helping someone. [ he won't deny stupidity, but what is a healer good for if they won't help the sick, anyway? It was really backwards to let people suffer. ]
[Once again, Gilgamesh has to adjust his expectations. The true Masamune Date, who lived and breathed and died in Edo, probably would not have thought much of helping anyone outside of himself and his own men; but the one so weak before him now was a far cry from the real thing. He would not go as far to call him a shell, but he was strikingly different from the role history cast him in. However, he has a feeling Masamune might accuse him of the same, so there's no point bringing that up.
Gilgamesh flops on his side and stares into the bright, feral eyes of his Carrier, as they were instead Masamune's.]
You still haven't found it, have you? Your place in this world.
[ He will, so smart move. Also, isn't that what healers are supposed to do!? Ughhh.
Although it can't be seen, the annoyance on his features fades to something more listless at the question. Maybe that is his real problem, afterall. ]
No. I still hate it here. [ He picks up his carrier and rolls over with it, hugging onto it as if it were a comfort toy. This is a dumb conversation, or at least it's heading that way and he's in even less mood to be smacked around for it. Everyone he meets has other people they need to focus more on, which is understandable except it's a bitter feeling when the few ones that might be able to mutually return consideration and focus disappear. It's frustrating not having even one person who is there for you and you can be for them at all times. It's a feeling that makes him everything surreal and detaches the young warlord that back home had people and purpose to live and fight for.
He's even more resentful of the situation now that he's infected but he won't admit anything to Gilgamesh—or anyone else here, anyway. ]
[The nostalgia may make it better, or it may make it worse. But Gilgamesh isn't so cruel as to lambaste Masamune for hours and hours over an issue he didn't particularly care to discuss. He would either come around on his own, or he wouldn't, and Gilgamesh also isn't so invested as to waste any more breath convincing him one way or another.
Besides, he's always up for a good story, and surely a warlord had a few to share.]
Tell me how it truly was. Not how legend claimed it to be.
[That's fair, right? Puts them on even ground, or as even as a King and a warrior could ever be.]
[ His breath and Gilgamesh's time both. He, too, lacks the emotional investment to make the effort to try and give a story or prove a point with one—he lacks the empathy to try and appease anyone, even if those people are trying to reach out to him. ]
You should get a move-on or you're going to miss your next opportunity for some company, anyway, yeah?
Masamune seems to think about that before muttering to himself and hugging his carrier closer (which has gone floppy limp because wtf else is it supposed to do when it can't get away from this whiny child) which makes his words audible even though quiet. ]
...Goats?? Goats didn't do anything to deserve that...
...Look... I'm holding my carrier right now and it feels sort of skeevy to hug it when it's got your voice coming out of it. Can we do this another time?
Okay, I'll do it for you. [ But only because that defense was hilarious. Only this guy would feel competitive over a pet... But Gil should know it's more effort than he makes it sound to do this wow. ]
Anyway, in my tenure as King, I took a liking to lions, and kept them as pets around the palace. I had my favorites, and then I had my least favorites, and then there was Girnun, who fell so far beneath my expectations I often thought to slaughter him myself, had Enkidu not stayed my hand. Such a useless animal...
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[Bullshit wire has been successfully tripped, in other words.]
What is the matter with you? If you're truly a dragon of some sort, you're taking this "hole up in my lair and rebuff all intruders" nonsense a bit too far.
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[Enjoyable?]
Acceptable.
[Somewhere around respectable..]
Not quite intolerable.
[...yeah, that seems good.]
However, I am unable to engage in "hanging out" where you nowhere to be found. Make yourself accessible to me.
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This "hanging out" thing... you don't have others pining for it from you? [ sounds fake. Like he has to pay for more cake that he isn't eating???
People who have les experience in this shit than you do, Gilgamesh: smol dragons. ]
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[Please don't give him the opportunity to soapboax, bro, he'll literally never shut up.]
Ah... and yet I find my bed so very empty at the moment. It is quite vexing for one of my stature.
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Well, I'd love to help you out there, but I can't. Contagious through body fluid exchange and all that. [ maybe some day they will find a cure and he can help you but today is not that day. ] You'd be worse off with your empty bed syndrome than you are now.
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[How did so many of you fail this hard? All you had to do was run around on your handy-dandy mount and avoid any and all blows with your sweet ability checks and your bottomless Luck stat which enabled you to gimp everything on the field before it could even touch you. It's like you don't even know how to play this game or something.
Amateurs.]
Suddenly, I have received a vision. A vision of your abject stupidity explaining everything.
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Masamune protests, but it's weak and tired. He's stressed and he's really not used to being this weak so he's even moreso the latter (as well as being kind of a baby about being sick). Also, he might feel stupid over the situation already without being called stupid by Gilgamesh.. ]
It's different. I was helping someone. [ he won't deny stupidity, but what is a healer good for if they won't help the sick, anyway? It was really backwards to let people suffer. ]
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Of course you were.
[Once again, Gilgamesh has to adjust his expectations. The true Masamune Date, who lived and breathed and died in Edo, probably would not have thought much of helping anyone outside of himself and his own men; but the one so weak before him now was a far cry from the real thing. He would not go as far to call him a shell, but he was strikingly different from the role history cast him in. However, he has a feeling Masamune might accuse him of the same, so there's no point bringing that up.
Gilgamesh flops on his side and stares into the bright, feral eyes of his Carrier, as they were instead Masamune's.]
You still haven't found it, have you? Your place in this world.
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Although it can't be seen, the annoyance on his features fades to something more listless at the question. Maybe that is his real problem, afterall. ]
No. I still hate it here. [ He picks up his carrier and rolls over with it, hugging onto it as if it were a comfort toy. This is a dumb conversation, or at least it's heading that way and he's in even less mood to be smacked around for it. Everyone he meets has other people they need to focus more on, which is understandable except it's a bitter feeling when the few ones that might be able to mutually return consideration and focus disappear. It's frustrating not having even one person who is there for you and you can be for them at all times. It's a feeling that makes him everything surreal and detaches the young warlord that back home had people and purpose to live and fight for.
He's even more resentful of the situation now that he's infected but he won't admit anything to Gilgamesh—or anyone else here, anyway. ]
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[The nostalgia may make it better, or it may make it worse. But Gilgamesh isn't so cruel as to lambaste Masamune for hours and hours over an issue he didn't particularly care to discuss. He would either come around on his own, or he wouldn't, and Gilgamesh also isn't so invested as to waste any more breath convincing him one way or another.
Besides, he's always up for a good story, and surely a warlord had a few to share.]
Tell me how it truly was. Not how legend claimed it to be.
[That's fair, right? Puts them on even ground, or as even as a King and a warrior could ever be.]
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[ His breath and Gilgamesh's time both. He, too, lacks the emotional investment to make the effort to try and give a story or prove a point with one—he lacks the empathy to try and appease anyone, even if those people are trying to reach out to him. ]
You should get a move-on or you're going to miss your next opportunity for some company, anyway, yeah?
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[Start talking. Or Gilgamesh will, and you won't like it.]
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A decadent public ceremony in which at least three goats were sacrificed and several men gave their lives in order to bless our beloved union.
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Masamune seems to think about that before muttering to himself and hugging his carrier closer (which has gone floppy limp because wtf else is it supposed to do when it can't get away from this whiny child) which makes his words audible even though quiet. ]
...Goats?? Goats didn't do anything to deserve that...
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Fine. I will tell the story. Sit back and pout as I do so, if you must.
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...Look... I'm holding my carrier right now and it feels sort of skeevy to hug it when it's got your voice coming out of it. Can we do this another time?
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[...now he just sounds unduly proud of himself. More so than usual.]
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[You're not fooling anyone, Gil...]
Just shut up and listen! That doesn't require any effort at all on your part, does it?!
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Okay, I'll do it for you. [ But only because that defense was hilarious. Only this guy would feel competitive over a pet... But Gil should know it's more effort than he makes it sound to do this wow. ]
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Anyway, in my tenure as King, I took a liking to lions, and kept them as pets around the palace. I had my favorites, and then I had my least favorites, and then there was Girnun, who fell so far beneath my expectations I often thought to slaughter him myself, had Enkidu not stayed my hand. Such a useless animal...
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