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Gilgamesh - The Golden King of Babylon ([personal profile] kinpika) wrote2010-11-16 08:38 pm

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[So...a king and a cat were sitting on a porch drinking wine. This is clearly the path to a joke, right? WHO KNOWS but they've both been drinking for a while. You can tell because Gil is outside without a shirt but has awesome tattoos and White Len is wearing pajamas.

Even worse, they're eying up every passerby, including you.]


And where would you put that mongrel at?

Six... he really is quite dull. Average doesn't interest me in the slightest.

Hahaha! I would not even put him past a two! Fools will always be fools!

[Guess what? They're looking at you next. They will be tagging in separate threads since we both may not be around at all times.]

[identity profile] fatesjanitor.livejournal.com 2010-11-17 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
I do, but I prefer it like this. It'll help me reserve energy.

[He thinks for a moment.] All my memories are intact, but it feels like something was removed from this area. [He motion to the bottom part of his chest, right before the midsection] Not sure what.

[personal profile] ex_seventh238 2010-11-17 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Fair enough. [Or you don't like talking much. That's pretty likely too.] You can faze out to conserve more strength, too, and we probably should also get moving, before anyone passes by and we start looking suspicious. [She's ready to hop off the roof whenever you are.]

...You may be lucky, or your bow may not be valuable enough to warrant something of greater cost. [She remarks neutrally, but if he's observant, he may be able to tell that she seems to be glossing over something... or well, something's just off and not quite right. Maybe their connection would help the detection, too.] ...A body part, then. A section of the liver, a part of your digestive system, or a kidney. ...That's quaint. You're still a spiritual entity that doesn't need to eat, right? So it really would be a small price.

[identity profile] fatesjanitor.livejournal.com 2010-11-17 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[He nods and stands up. His body is still reeling, but Servants regenerate at quick rates. But he shouldn't do anything too tasking for a while.]

I don't need to, but it helps for keeping up energy. [He ignores the first part, even if he gets that feeling. Rather not test his luck right now, because Gilgamesh likely recovers at a quicker rate than he does.

He holds out his hand to her.]
The church is good, right?

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[personal profile] ex_seventh238 2010-11-18 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
[...She can slap down extra prana you know. It's not like she'll ever run low of the stuff. :|a

She looks at him for a short moment, as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately settles for briefly closing her eyes and giving a faint nod.]


Then please do what you would consider best.

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[personal profile] ex_seventh238 2010-11-18 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, the Church would be a good place. I've set up a Boundary Field there too, just in case. [...The hand confuses her, though. Blinking at it.] ...Hm?

[identity profile] fatesjanitor.livejournal.com 2010-11-18 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
[He keeps staring at her when she doesn't take it.]

Well? You said the Church. I can take us there faster, but you'll need to hold on to me.

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[personal profile] ex_seventh238 2010-11-18 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
[...

Oh. ]


I see. I'm used to traveling by myself. I am quick, but you are no doubt quicker.

...


[Her loner nature may or may not be showing through right now. That offer did catch her off-guard.]

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[personal profile] ex_seventh238 2010-11-18 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
If you're offering, I won't refuse, but won't that take more of a toll on you, too? [She's still good at smooth recoveries and rolling with the punches, though.]

[identity profile] fatesjanitor.livejournal.com 2010-11-18 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
[No more speaking huh. Weird. But, he gives a confident smirk.]

It takes more than this to get rid of me, Ciel.

[personal profile] ex_seventh238 2010-11-18 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
That's not my intent. I could have followed you, is all. I shouldn't lag too much behind if I sped up. [Well okay. She'll take that hand then. '3']

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[identity profile] fatesjanitor.livejournal.com 2010-11-18 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
Nonsense. You already worked enough to heal my wounds. Just hold on and I'll get us there quickly.

[Once she takes his hand he grips onto it with a tight squeeze]

[identity profile] fatesjanitor.livejournal.com 2010-11-18 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
[His brow sharpens and he pulls Ciel to the edge, kicking off and letting go of her hand and wrapping his arm around her mid-section, pulling her closer to him for quicker movement. The speed that he moves toward the Church with can be akin more to flying - if Ciel doesn't observe quick enough it might even appear like Archer is moving by leaping through the air, when in actuality the speed of him moving from roof to roof is just incredibly fast.]

[personal profile] ex_seventh238 2010-11-18 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[She does tense up slightly when he moved so swiftly, but she also relaxes quickly. He might notice that her frame is tighter and harder than Rin's; Ciel doesn't just train but really has to fight constantly and seriously, after all.

(She doesn't have twintails to flutter in the wind, so her robes would have to do.)

...

Interesting. She most likely could muster a speed similar to that if she really went all out and a normal human's sight would definitely be unable to follow, so that wasn't all that impressive. Dead Apostle Ancestors moved at around that speed too, and while some were faster than her, she could still hold her own (with her immortality). For what she couldn't compete in speed and strength, she made up with her keen eyes and precise aim: she was codenamed "Bow" at the Agency for a reason. She kept her gaze fixed at the sky and did not look down, but she could still note his footing out of the corner of her eyes, and was even able to count by the edge of her mind how many exact stops Archer made before ultimately landing outside by the Church's front doors.

It was still a first, and a definite experience. If nothing else, solely made because she was the one being carried by another, and that's something that Seventh, the One Who Acted Alone, can't claim to have ever felt before. She's usually the one carrying, if she could remember doing that to Shiki. ...And Merem, if she was up to that canonpoint.

...

Strange, but not unpleasant.

Upon arrival, she easily drops out of his arms and lands on the ground with a soft muffled 'thud' by the back of her hard woven boots.]


Thank you, Archer.

[identity profile] fatesjanitor.livejournal.com 2010-11-18 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
[When they land Archer doesn't show any signs of being particularly tired. The healing helped out, but other than that he doesn't show any sort of wounds anymore. He's going to need to rest off that battle for sure - wounds can heal easily, but that doesn't mean the pain is completely gone.]

No problem. I'm going dematerialize now. Is there anything else you need?

[personal profile] ex_seventh238 2010-11-18 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
[He is a Servant, so she can't say that she's surprised.]

No, that would be all. Please rest for now, though I would appreciate it, if you could let me know once you've recovered your full strength. Would that be okay?

[identity profile] fatesjanitor.livejournal.com 2010-11-18 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
Fine.

[As that thought finishes he cuts off the mental link and turns into a blur, vanishing soon after.]

[personal profile] ex_seventh238 2010-11-18 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
[She can still feel his presence lingering about. With a soundless sigh and a faint smile, she sorts out the folds of her robes a little, before pushing open the double doors and entering the Church.

Well then, the rest of the day should pass as normal. She'll meditate and exercise both her circuits and religious sacraments, using Bible pages instead of jewels like Rin. He's free to notice, and unless someone comes to visit, the rest of the time will be spent in peaceful quiet, with the soft fluttering of pages and her occasional steps.]