Gilgamesh is Having a Day: That's It, That's the Whole Top Level
[ Truthfully, looking around Magisteria at the present time, the King of Heroes cannot believe that he did not attain his present conclusion sooner: namely, the forms of life within this city-state have grown far too abundant. They've become a sort of rabble, a humanoid litter. In a world in which every being claims to be exceptional, there can be nothing that truly is. And, in any case, such unique status is the right and prerogative of the King alone. At this moment, Gilgamesh has no faith whatsoever in the future of Magisteria. Just look at these mongrels dancing like something from some sleazy film. Just think about that carnage going on that has been broadcast.
Clearly, there is only one solution to mongrels who ruin their own city-state in such a manner, and that solution is Judgment.
The presence of that being, Arwyn, whose characteristic trait drives others in the city-state to "Absolute Perfection," suits Gilgamesh just fine. Having switched from his other class summoning, he may not have access to his magic, but his enhancements with technology, his charisma, and his EX-rank good fortune more than make up for this lack. In this world, the omnipotent wish-granter, the Holy Grail, is a being named Soraya.
Using the Magisterian technology Gilgamesh has learned and the upgrade of his gift to create a Miracle with Arwyn's power and his own, it is simple enough to clone data structures of that woman's magic into the translation of technical form as programming: Bios and Umbra. Simply imbue them with Gilgamesh's golden Bios and the Umbra of the Fractured, and he has coded himself up an approximate facsimile of a Grail. ]
This city... it's grown exceedingly unsightly.
[ He's been filling his vault with cyber-weapons, and now it even contains his own personal aircraft. It's not so unique as the Vimana, which is another problem with this world: again, that abundance of everything. In a world of luxury where just any mongrel can own their own aircraft... what is the value in any individual piece of technology or any life? There's too much superfluity; those "Fractured" are the proof of this concept.
But presently, Gilgamesh does not utilize flight. He will if he needs to, of course, to best use the Grail. But for the time being, he is simply strolling down the flaming streets. The flames, of course, part around him, for his Bios is blazing as golden as his soul, but if anyone gets in his path or irritates his vision, he simply shoots them down with his swords -- the smaller ones, preferring not to waste anything significant at such a moment. ]
It is time to desist with this modern world. Purge and begin anew.
Gilgamesh | Fate 👑-- Alignment Shifted to UBW-esque incarnation! With some Magisterian twists
Gilgamesh is Having a Day: That's It, That's the Whole Top Level
[ Truthfully, looking around Magisteria at the present time, the King of Heroes cannot believe that he did not attain his present conclusion sooner: namely, the forms of life within this city-state have grown far too abundant. They've become a sort of rabble, a humanoid litter. In a world in which every being claims to be exceptional, there can be nothing that truly is. And, in any case, such unique status is the right and prerogative of the King alone. At this moment, Gilgamesh has no faith whatsoever in the future of Magisteria. Just look at these mongrels dancing like something from some sleazy film. Just think about that carnage going on that has been broadcast.
Clearly, there is only one solution to mongrels who ruin their own city-state in such a manner, and that solution is Judgment.
The presence of that being, Arwyn, whose characteristic trait drives others in the city-state to "Absolute Perfection," suits Gilgamesh just fine. Having switched from his other class summoning, he may not have access to his magic, but his enhancements with technology, his charisma, and his EX-rank good fortune more than make up for this lack. In this world, the omnipotent wish-granter, the Holy Grail, is a being named Soraya.
Using the Magisterian technology Gilgamesh has learned and the upgrade of his gift to create a Miracle with Arwyn's power and his own, it is simple enough to clone data structures of that woman's magic into the translation of technical form as programming: Bios and Umbra. Simply imbue them with Gilgamesh's golden Bios and the Umbra of the Fractured, and he has coded himself up an approximate facsimile of a Grail. ]
This city... it's grown exceedingly unsightly.
[ He's been filling his vault with cyber-weapons, and now it even contains his own personal aircraft. It's not so unique as the Vimana, which is another problem with this world: again, that abundance of everything. In a world of luxury where just any mongrel can own their own aircraft... what is the value in any individual piece of technology or any life? There's too much superfluity; those "Fractured" are the proof of this concept.
But presently, Gilgamesh does not utilize flight. He will if he needs to, of course, to best use the Grail. But for the time being, he is simply strolling down the flaming streets. The flames, of course, part around him, for his Bios is blazing as golden as his soul, but if anyone gets in his path or irritates his vision, he simply shoots them down with his swords -- the smaller ones, preferring not to waste anything significant at such a moment. ]
It is time to desist with this modern world. Purge and begin anew.