[ There is perhaps something amusing, even ironic in the fact that Lucy is having this conversation with a man who had been nothing less than an absolute king. And yet, there is one area of commonality here.
Gilgamesh inhales a final drag of smoke from the vape pen. It's a contrast to the instruments he is accustomed to, more practical than stylish. Once he has taken his share, he presses it back against Lucy's palm, reminding himself to ... make time to sample more of what this world has to offer. Certainly, Gilgamesh has been adventuring in Magisteria, as he does. He has participated in battles, which always invigorate him as a hero-king. He has even begun a gamer circuit with Rhea'li, and now, of course, he is perusing more idle pleasures... nudity, drinking.
But night clubs, "BrainDances," or whatever the Magisterian equivalent is, vaping Verve: Gilgamesh knows there is more he has yet to see in the Entertainment District and elsewhere, in this paradise city of advanced technology. He has chosen technology as his path to walk, so even if it's in the name of entertainment, he must come to know all that this city-state can and does offer.
But, for now, there is something else on his mind. ]
Hmm... is that so?
[ Gilgamesh sounds contemplative.
Sitting on the same wooden bench as Lucy, Gilgamesh leans back, rolling his shoulders indulgently. The water from the hinoki wood bath flattens his hair, giving it an appearance of added length, though he's also mussed like this, perhaps with a touch more of an open or softened appearance, without all the usual ornate jewelry or the techno-metallic frills Gilgamesh has donned in Magisteria to accompany his typical, colorful Caster-class outfit. There's also a bit of a shine to his eyes, as the topics do indeed stir his thoughts. ]
It was something of the same for me, I suppose you might say. [ Something like the ghost of a smirk plays about the corner of his lips. ] I was created by the gods to be a linchpin between themselves and the humans. An arbiter. Yet, I came to oppose those beings. I ended their reign.
Of course, I was called a tyrant in my life... the north wind who would discipline the people, like a tempest. [ He laughs a little, as though at an internal joke. ] But one day, the circumstances came when I would laugh at such notions. Ephemerality. Life, birth, death. Transience is the nature of the human world, as I came to see. How could I not laugh at that great joke? The idea of absolute control.
[ Free will. It is kind of a beautiful thing. And maybe Lucy has realized, Gilgamesh is not exactly the sort of man who can easily form bonds with others. No, rather, he has always held himself absolutely apart from humanity and all else. There was only ever one he called a friend, a vow sworn five millennia before to never give the title to another. To hold himself apart while watching humans grow... ]
Clairvoyance is a part of my abilities, as a demi-god. I could see that someday, humanity would go beyond my garden, into the stars. Though my body perished long ago, I have returned over and over again, in the form of summonings. It is no wonder I am here in Magisteria. To be in this future, to see the progress humans have made... well, it gives me a certain joy.
[ Not even his eyes had seen this far into the future. But it feels right, Gilgamesh thinks.
... well, he shakes his head a little, as if coming back to himself. Gilgamesh hopes he has given Lucy a few things to think about, at least. ]
I am a being made of magic, a Servant, but I won't say magic is my domain, per se. I am no mongrel magus or anything of the sort. It is not a thing I study. Rather, it is an inherent aspect of the world from which I originated. It is true for all Servants. Yet if I am to take on responsibility for this city-state as I did my own, Uruk, then I must naturally oppose forces such as those you describe.
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Gilgamesh inhales a final drag of smoke from the vape pen. It's a contrast to the instruments he is accustomed to, more practical than stylish. Once he has taken his share, he presses it back against Lucy's palm, reminding himself to ... make time to sample more of what this world has to offer. Certainly, Gilgamesh has been adventuring in Magisteria, as he does. He has participated in battles, which always invigorate him as a hero-king. He has even begun a gamer circuit with Rhea'li, and now, of course, he is perusing more idle pleasures... nudity, drinking.
But night clubs, "BrainDances," or whatever the Magisterian equivalent is, vaping Verve: Gilgamesh knows there is more he has yet to see in the Entertainment District and elsewhere, in this paradise city of advanced technology. He has chosen technology as his path to walk, so even if it's in the name of entertainment, he must come to know all that this city-state can and does offer.
But, for now, there is something else on his mind. ]
Hmm... is that so?
[ Gilgamesh sounds contemplative.
Sitting on the same wooden bench as Lucy, Gilgamesh leans back, rolling his shoulders indulgently. The water from the hinoki wood bath flattens his hair, giving it an appearance of added length, though he's also mussed like this, perhaps with a touch more of an open or softened appearance, without all the usual ornate jewelry or the techno-metallic frills Gilgamesh has donned in Magisteria to accompany his typical, colorful Caster-class outfit. There's also a bit of a shine to his eyes, as the topics do indeed stir his thoughts. ]
It was something of the same for me, I suppose you might say. [ Something like the ghost of a smirk plays about the corner of his lips. ] I was created by the gods to be a linchpin between themselves and the humans. An arbiter. Yet, I came to oppose those beings. I ended their reign.
Of course, I was called a tyrant in my life... the north wind who would discipline the people, like a tempest. [ He laughs a little, as though at an internal joke. ] But one day, the circumstances came when I would laugh at such notions. Ephemerality. Life, birth, death. Transience is the nature of the human world, as I came to see. How could I not laugh at that great joke? The idea of absolute control.
[ Free will. It is kind of a beautiful thing. And maybe Lucy has realized, Gilgamesh is not exactly the sort of man who can easily form bonds with others. No, rather, he has always held himself absolutely apart from humanity and all else. There was only ever one he called a friend, a vow sworn five millennia before to never give the title to another. To hold himself apart while watching humans grow... ]
Clairvoyance is a part of my abilities, as a demi-god. I could see that someday, humanity would go beyond my garden, into the stars. Though my body perished long ago, I have returned over and over again, in the form of summonings. It is no wonder I am here in Magisteria. To be in this future, to see the progress humans have made... well, it gives me a certain joy.
[ Not even his eyes had seen this far into the future. But it feels right, Gilgamesh thinks.
... well, he shakes his head a little, as if coming back to himself. Gilgamesh hopes he has given Lucy a few things to think about, at least. ]
I am a being made of magic, a Servant, but I won't say magic is my domain, per se. I am no mongrel magus or anything of the sort. It is not a thing I study. Rather, it is an inherent aspect of the world from which I originated. It is true for all Servants. Yet if I am to take on responsibility for this city-state as I did my own, Uruk, then I must naturally oppose forces such as those you describe.
How troublesome...