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magisteriaexe2024-09-29 01:50 pm
thindarkduke) wrote in magisteriaexe2024-09-29 01:50 pm
git gud
Where: An arcade
Who: Crowley, Gilgamesh, and Rhea'li, and anyone else who wants to get their game on
When: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
What: Crowley is Here to Help with their gamer dreams
Warnings: None
Kira wants him to get Rhea'li and Gilgamesh to win a video game? He can do some miracles on the subject. But first he needs to look the part.
Crowley has observed the video game culture of Magisteria, and he has drawn some conclusions. All the elite gamers are girls, so that's a requirement. And he's seen how they dress.
So when Crowley goes looking for her targets, she does it with a chin-length bob of curly red hair, dressed to kill: two artfully shredded tank tops in cyan and magenta, over a black lace bra, and a black snakeskin miniskirt and clompy black snakeskin platform boots over artfully shredded magenta and cyan fishnet tights.
Rhea'li
When she manages to find the arcade Rhea'li is in at the moment, she drapes herself over his shoulders from behind. "I hear you've been challenged to win some games," she says, without further introduction. She assumes Rhea'li will recognise her--he knows she can shapeshift after all--but it would also be funny if he didn't, so either is fine. "And that it would take a miracle, which is something I can help with."
Gilgamesh
The bugger calling himself Gilgamesh is easy to track down. He is, as always, loud and self-aggrandizing, boasting of his prowess at something or other while getting absolutely creamed by a girl who looks about fourteen who has cat-ear headphones nestled behind her horns.
Crowley leans against a nearby machine and manifests some cyan-and-magenta pom-poms. Kira wants her to make Gil win, but nothing said she couldn't make fun of him first. And he's so very easy to encourage.
She waves the pom-poms vaguely. "Gil, Gil, he's our man, if he can't do it, no one can!"
Who: Crowley, Gilgamesh, and Rhea'li, and anyone else who wants to get their game on
When: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
What: Crowley is Here to Help with their gamer dreams
Warnings: None
Kira wants him to get Rhea'li and Gilgamesh to win a video game? He can do some miracles on the subject. But first he needs to look the part.
Crowley has observed the video game culture of Magisteria, and he has drawn some conclusions. All the elite gamers are girls, so that's a requirement. And he's seen how they dress.
So when Crowley goes looking for her targets, she does it with a chin-length bob of curly red hair, dressed to kill: two artfully shredded tank tops in cyan and magenta, over a black lace bra, and a black snakeskin miniskirt and clompy black snakeskin platform boots over artfully shredded magenta and cyan fishnet tights.
Rhea'li
When she manages to find the arcade Rhea'li is in at the moment, she drapes herself over his shoulders from behind. "I hear you've been challenged to win some games," she says, without further introduction. She assumes Rhea'li will recognise her--he knows she can shapeshift after all--but it would also be funny if he didn't, so either is fine. "And that it would take a miracle, which is something I can help with."
Gilgamesh
The bugger calling himself Gilgamesh is easy to track down. He is, as always, loud and self-aggrandizing, boasting of his prowess at something or other while getting absolutely creamed by a girl who looks about fourteen who has cat-ear headphones nestled behind her horns.
Crowley leans against a nearby machine and manifests some cyan-and-magenta pom-poms. Kira wants her to make Gil win, but nothing said she couldn't make fun of him first. And he's so very easy to encourage.
She waves the pom-poms vaguely. "Gil, Gil, he's our man, if he can't do it, no one can!"
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"It's up to Rhea'li and 'Gilgamesh' to accept or decline my aid. But," she throws a wink at him, arching her back a bit to really emphasize how little the tank tops she's wearing cover, "I'd like to think I can be convincing."
She pauses. "To Rhea'li, anyway. The other one is far too full of himself, that is not attractive. But I can just flatter him into it, I think, with an ego like that."
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(He seems wholly disinterested in oggling Crowley's assets himself.)
"That Gilgamesh claims to be a king so flattery, I'm sure, will get you far with him." He glances at the screens above them again. "Rhea'li is...a simpler boy, I suppose."
That's the nicest way to put it perhaps.
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She snorts. "Shall I tell him you said so?"
A pause.
"Anyway, Rhea'li is... nice. I like him." She wrinkles her nose, as if that was painful to admit. "And he doesn't seem to mind putting up with me. If he really doesn't want help, I won't."
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"No, I'm sure he'll welcome your help," he says with a sigh, shaking his head. "Making the best use of the help he receives is one of his strengths."
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What's the point he's trying to make? Emet-Selch isn't sure. He falls silent briefly to rally his thoughts together.
"I don't know what kind of help you intend to give and I suppose 'tis none of my business in the end. I just think...that if it is the sort of help which ignores skill, then why bother competing? What satisfaction do you get from a victory not of your own effort?"