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[wardance]

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"this is gonna be rich."

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[babbylon]

Oh, all kinds of things. It really just depends.

[Masamune, what have you gotten yourself into...]

[wardance]

I'm listening.

[ good question... he doesn't know. He doesn't really want to know, either. ]

[babbylon]

Have you ever played with knives upon your flesh...? It's quite pleasant, under the right circumstances.

[Oh. So it's that kind of thing.]

[wardance]

[ oh. yeah. that sort of thing. ]

I'm actually gonna have to take your word for it, King.

[babbylon]

It was merely a suggestion.

[Which means he's getting off easy. The swords disappear as if they never were.]

If you've differing tastes, then say so. I'm certain accommodations could be made.

[wardance]

[ he sort of doesn't get it. ]

Differing tastes? I'm not really sure what you're looking to get out of me here.

[ He doesn't have a kink list if that's what you're going for, Gil. he's had vanilla sex experience and not a hell of a lot of it.

It's obvious he's not simply being coy: he clearly seems to not be grasping all of this talk and discussion going on between them.

(In truth, he kind of does have a vague inkling from the voice in the back of his mind that is forever suggesting and forever pushing towards the carnal pleasures. Even now it strikes offering that perhaps he should reconsider wanting to find out more about Gilgamesh's suggestion. He'd probably like it, even, if he gave it a chance. So why not why not why not...) ]

[babbylon]

Are you a virgin, by chance?

[Answer carefully, Masamune. Your whole world could change based on your answer.]

[wardance]

[ Ah fuck. Why this question.

Masamune doesn't think about it all, not sure which way might be better to answer and how far it may differ from the truth. ]

...'Tch. No.

[ Not technically. ] Just... none of that. Not with people like you. [ none of that extra, not even a lot of men, nevermind on levels like that. Mostly, though, Masamune is a little surprised he just admitted to even that much. It's not exactly information he's eager to share with the public. ]

[babbylon]

It is alright.

[Surprisingly, Gilgamesh opts for a reassuring tone rather than one of mockery. His smile is deceptively gentle; his eyes curiously bright.]

But perhaps I should be more straightforward: I am propositioning you. Is that a problem?

[wardance]

[ ohhh. Look at him. ]

—No. [ When this one says it like that's its kind of hard to just say YES. It's a free country... probably. Besides, Masamune guesses it's not technically a problem considering how the rest of the city is acting. ]

You just might want to take someone else more willing to put out, though. I'm not really sure I've embraced the revolution of how this place is like a sex brothel on drugs. I mean, you're worthy of only the best treatment, yeah?

[ Aka it feels skeevy here so maybe find another slut for your adventures. ]

[babbylon]

Is a dragon not worthy of the same?

[Smooth operator, this one.]

Why don't you stop by and pay me a visit? If you're really that fond of treasure, I'm certain to have something you like.

[wardance]

A visit where?

[babbylon]

My oasis. Just beyond the city.

[Gilgamesh pans the portal view outside, giving Masamune a general lay of the land. Namely the large, distinctive red-and-gold tents.]

You may relax here, with me. I shall graciously permit it.

[wardance]

[ hiswhat ]

I'll keep it in mind if I'm out that way, then.

[babbylon]

I eagerly await your visit, daimyo.

[It sounds oh so sweet coming from his lips... perhaps too sweet.]

[wardance]

[ yeah... is this the same guy who just was flaunting his own blades at him a few moments ago? ]

Don't be too eager, I'm not going out in that desert again for a while. I hate this environment. [ it's not a lie, if one bothers trying to more closely inspect what is behind Masamune, he's actually... actually outside, but what looks to be a very shaded area of a building. Sure enough, that's exactly where he is, including plastering himself the stone walling which is the coolest area the dragon has managed to find in this dumb place. Not surprising, maybe. Water dragons without water are probably not very happy and that's what eastern dragons are. He'd rather be stuck in the middle of an invested demon area with weather conditions more favorable than this.

And just to be super clear: ]

You could have the most thrilling treasures and sex out of this world that I would die for, but I'm still not going unless your oasis has a snow machine.

[ what a miserable little dragon brat. and this is you being nice (and creepy)-- you sure this is what you want Gilgamesh? Dragons aren't that rare are they. ]

[babbylon]

[Simply:]

It does.

1/3 ; you're a terrible person

[wardance]

[ ? ? ? ]

2/3 ; trying to lure him to the van

[wardance]

W—

[ WHAt ]

—No, fuck you, you're a liar!? [ from where...!? ]

3/3 ; with freakin' snowcones!!!???

[wardance]

. . . this better not be a long walk or I'm turning around.

[ Masa, why... you don't even know a snow machine is, you idiot...!!! ]

[babbylon]

[Just to rub it in, Gilgamesh summons himself a snowcone and daintily begins lapping at it. Daintily, and... a bit suggestively... oh.]

Don't delay, dragon.

action;

[wardance]

[ This was a bad idea.

Masamune's not even referring to going visiting the person that came closer to spilling his brain matter all over the sand than any monster or demon, but really... just...

it's so hot. Why is it so hot?

At the very least, he's preoccupied by this ... Tent display and has been since noticing it on the way. So, he's actually outside the tent now, not really sure how to make his arrival known and instead staring up the length-height of the tent.


wtf is this a circus ]

[babbylon]

[Gilgamesh comes strolling out to greet him, then places a finger to the man's lips, gesturing to the sky.

Above their heads, a series of portals open up. Golden ones, ones that Masamune won't recognize as they belong to Gilgamesh himself rather than functioning as part of the world. And from those portals, guided by a wordless whisper, snow begins to fall across the sandy landscape.

It's accompanied by a blast of chill, as well, as there's no "snow machine" without the cold behind it. So for a brief time, Masamune will feel relief, and he will know Gilgamesh as a person who kept his word. Just as he said, he makes it snow, and thus turns the desert into his own winter wonderland.

That smooth little smile of his never fades, as if he knew all along that this would be the outcome. Because he did.]

[wardance]

[ This actually... feels like a dream the way it occurs; executing without any words being exchanged making it especially so.

The feeling of a disguised nightmare isn't far behind it, though. Not because he can see through the other (not at all—the little smile sets off instinctive alarm bells but there's nothing to support them). After all, he still knows nothing about Gilgamesh. Even their first meeting could be chalked up to the scenario that set the stage for it.

(Afterwards, he had been pretty fine, right?)

Catching a bit of snow in his hand, he continues staring up in shock before finally blinking and looking from his palm to the creator of this. Swallowing, the miserable sticky heat has lost influence rapidly on him, making him a little bit more self-aware in the process. A dragon-- or this dragon, at least, seems to be at more disadvantage in the heat. In fact, it's why he usually only ventures around come twilight here. He wants to ask how he did this, but he's not sure he wants to know, either. It just seems to prove, along with the swords and the power before that this king is definitely of divine blood just as claimed.

There's a dilemma now, that he didn't realize (as well as one he doesn't, not even realizing he's showing some obvious dependence). Gilgamesh is the only one who can do this. Maybe he shouldn't get used to it, it most likely is going to come at premium price. Still, even considering a potential rip-off deal, he's just staring at the other person now for two reasons.

One, is of course, he is speechless (and has no idea anything but what he sees at face value now with Gilgamesh good to his word.)

The other is, however, just Gilgamesh himself. For the first time, he takes a really good look at him—he stands out so much more with white falling around him than the countless sandy dunes. Ah, well, he supposes if this person is very well comfortable with propositioning, he must get what he wants often without fuss considering his appearance alone. He's pleasing to look at, certainly, but that's not what is taken away from noticing this. Instead, its more a thought along the lines of what else did I fail to notice?

Masamune blinks suddenly, realizing he's staring and looks of to the side, a bit embarrassed. Ahh, crap... something is unsettling but he doesn't understand what, so he takes it upon himself to crouch down and start touching the snow laying atop sand. ]

[babbylon]

[To gaze upon Gilgamesh has often been compared to gazing upon a dream. He is beauty incarnate; selfishness, too, and cruelty, and many other, nastier things, but above all he was made with perfection in mind. It makes sense for Masamune to stare. In fact, Gilgamesh expects him to. He may have even been a little offended if he did not.

The way Masamune behaves, shellshocked and utterly out of his element, reminds Gilgamesh of a child. Certainly, he was very young, no older than his late teens, although the eyepatch suggested a quick and grizzly ascension through the ranks of his people. It's endearing. And, of course, he's also handsome, with soft chestnut hair that begs for his fingers to run through. The subtle crease of his lip, his sharp chin. He's the spitting image of a youth in his prime and he will always be attracted to that dashing sort of figure.

Gilgamesh joins Masamune by the pile of snow and picks it up, packing it into a ball.]

Have you played in the snow before?

[It seems that Gilgamesh may be offering. It's just that whimsical kind of day.]