[ Gilgamesh allows his tablet to vanish into the vault once more and folds his arms at his chest. He thinks that between Lucy's ongoing scanning and the efforts of their tech fauna in sustaining the barrier, matters should be sufficiently under control that its anchoring presence is no longer necessary. This interaction still counts as Synthesis, does it not? Gilgamesh can feel/see Lucy's white-purple winding like ethereal ribbons amongst/around/with his own golden Bios, the air shimmering with the output. It's quite the light display.
Expression rather nonchalant, Gilgamesh does not even move. He simply glances at the corruption, and the Bios near it flashes brighter -- rippling gold -- as though congealing. As soon as the corruption approaches, it is instantly repulsed. Flicked away, as though with barely an effort or thought. ]
Indeed, in my world, I was the incorruptible Servant. [ In one timeline, a version of Gilgamesh had even been drenched in the contents of the cursed Holy Grail, All the World's Evils. Though this would have turned another Servant to madness, an Alter, Gilgamesh had kept himself intact because of the nature of his force of will. ] Though I cannot say whether the corruption in this world is akin to that which I knew. Yet I can say no force has ever yet been able to distort an absolute being such as myself.
[ ... Of course, some might say this is just daring that it be tried, here. Even so, his Bios is like light itself, burning away at the darkness. ]
btw feel free to wrap this up if u wish. i know it's an older thread hahaha.
[ Gilgamesh allows his tablet to vanish into the vault once more and folds his arms at his chest. He thinks that between Lucy's ongoing scanning and the efforts of their tech fauna in sustaining the barrier, matters should be sufficiently under control that its anchoring presence is no longer necessary. This interaction still counts as Synthesis, does it not? Gilgamesh can feel/see Lucy's white-purple winding like ethereal ribbons amongst/around/with his own golden Bios, the air shimmering with the output. It's quite the light display.
Expression rather nonchalant, Gilgamesh does not even move. He simply glances at the corruption, and the Bios near it flashes brighter -- rippling gold -- as though congealing. As soon as the corruption approaches, it is instantly repulsed. Flicked away, as though with barely an effort or thought. ]
Indeed, in my world, I was the incorruptible Servant. [ In one timeline, a version of Gilgamesh had even been drenched in the contents of the cursed Holy Grail, All the World's Evils. Though this would have turned another Servant to madness, an Alter, Gilgamesh had kept himself intact because of the nature of his force of will. ] Though I cannot say whether the corruption in this world is akin to that which I knew. Yet I can say no force has ever yet been able to distort an absolute being such as myself.
[ ... Of course, some might say this is just daring that it be tried, here. Even so, his Bios is like light itself, burning away at the darkness. ]
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