3: Neighborhood Woes T'ch. He detested the idea of sharing a space with someone else who wasn't a means for his own amusement but yet another supposed 'Hero of Light'. Did they expect him to grovel for proper accommodations? Too bad he had no intent on doing so. Whoever has been given the displeasure of having Gilgamesh as a housemate is getting a very rude awaken.
"Open up, mongrel." Quite the ray of sunshine he is. His moogle was probably too busy hiding behind him, to be honest. She'll have to shape up to deal with is attitude on a day to day basis but it's no matter. He is a King and those around him will learn to serve him one way or another.
"You're being given new accommodations. This house is mine."
5+9: Insta-moogling
[ Saber, his little moogle, is currently dictating back a message to him and one can see his expression growing more and more impatient. ]
Say it again.
[ Kupo is the first word out of Saber's mouth and he grits his teeth. ]
How do you expect me to respond when you can't formulate a complete sentence without wasting my time? [ A sigh. Gilgamesh lightly flicks the little red ball stemming off from Saber's head. ] Slowly this time.
[ Her frantic apologises only make him wave a hand dismissively. Someone come stop the moogle abuse before he yells at her again. Phones from the earth he had come to know were so much more useful. While Mesopotamia had nothing close to anything here, or back from the time he last remembers, he had grown used to certain conveniences. If Crystallis runs out of wine he will raise hell. ]
Night of 13 Moogles: Hunting sort of scenario
[ Excellent.
All at once he could feel the prana flowing through his very blood and he couldn't be bothered to care why or how it returned. What mattered was that he had his right as king. He had his treasures, his power, his honor as a heroic spirit. It was bliss for all of five minutes before he tried to summon the Gate and was met with a rather. . .interesting choice of items. There were weapons he hadn't even seen before and he could feel the prana from more than one master pulsing throughout his system.
Conflicting.
This didn't boast well since he was out on a job. Long range weapons here took practice to manage whereas he could just use his own power to wield them. He had gotten so used to pulling back the string of his bow the he didn't bother with the gate as it shrivelled and disappeared. No one denies him. Not even this stupid world he got himself stuck in. Because of this little distraction the arrow he fires? It skims right past someone's face, probably cutting their cheek before burying itself into a tree.
Don't worry. He won't be apologizing. It is their fault for being in his way.
Still, he doesn't boast this time. He doesn't address them like the king he is. He holds off on any comment to contend with the splitting headache he has from powers clashing. What the hell is going on? ]
Gilgamesh || Fate/Zero
T'ch. He detested the idea of sharing a space with someone else who wasn't a means for his own amusement but yet another supposed 'Hero of Light'. Did they expect him to grovel for proper accommodations? Too bad he had no intent on doing so. Whoever has been given the displeasure of having Gilgamesh as a housemate is getting a very rude awaken.
"Open up, mongrel." Quite the ray of sunshine he is. His moogle was probably too busy hiding behind him, to be honest. She'll have to shape up to deal with is attitude on a day to day basis but it's no matter. He is a King and those around him will learn to serve him one way or another.
"You're being given new accommodations. This house is mine."
5+9: Insta-moogling
[ Saber, his little moogle, is currently dictating back a message to him and one can see his expression growing more and more impatient. ]
Say it again.
[ Kupo is the first word out of Saber's mouth and he grits his teeth. ]
How do you expect me to respond when you can't formulate a complete sentence without wasting my time? [ A sigh. Gilgamesh lightly flicks the little red ball stemming off from Saber's head. ] Slowly this time.
[ Her frantic apologises only make him wave a hand dismissively. Someone come stop the moogle abuse before he yells at her again. Phones from the earth he had come to know were so much more useful. While Mesopotamia had nothing close to anything here, or back from the time he last remembers, he had grown used to certain conveniences. If Crystallis runs out of wine he will raise hell. ]
Night of 13 Moogles: Hunting sort of scenario
[ Excellent.
All at once he could feel the prana flowing through his very blood and he couldn't be bothered to care why or how it returned. What mattered was that he had his right as king. He had his treasures, his power, his honor as a heroic spirit. It was bliss for all of five minutes before he tried to summon the Gate and was met with a rather. . .interesting choice of items. There were weapons he hadn't even seen before and he could feel the prana from more than one master pulsing throughout his system.
Conflicting.
This didn't boast well since he was out on a job. Long range weapons here took practice to manage whereas he could just use his own power to wield them. He had gotten so used to pulling back the string of his bow the he didn't bother with the gate as it shrivelled and disappeared. No one denies him. Not even this stupid world he got himself stuck in. Because of this little distraction the arrow he fires? It skims right past someone's face, probably cutting their cheek before burying itself into a tree.
Don't worry. He won't be apologizing. It is their fault for being in his way.
Still, he doesn't boast this time. He doesn't address them like the king he is. He holds off on any comment to contend with the splitting headache he has from powers clashing. What the hell is going on? ]