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[kinpika]

[After that debacle at the Smith's and punching his own lights out, shame and embarrassment greatly set in on the proud man. How many people saw him in that condition after all? When the postman said he had something for him, Gilgamesh put on his angry face and walked his bum over to the post office.

And lost his left eye along with quite a bit more for his trouble. But got back something in the process.

Driven half insane by the pain and the need to remain prideful, the blood coming from his missing eye and mouth makes him look like he fought his way out of an asylum. Oh, but he's laughing and enjoying every second of it. If you catch him walking down the street, well...]

Hahahaha! Foolish mongrels! Perfect proof that this king cannot be held back by mere mortal limitations is standing before you! Those who dare, come forth!

[Fair warning: Action threading may result in violence/death. Just pop in the subject line that you don't want that, have limits, or are chill with it and I'll be cool with it. LANCER, FATE, AND SABER ARE GUARANTEED VIOLENCE.]

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[kinpika.livejournal.com]

How wrong you are. Even history recognizes me as the man who tamed the wild. And only a fool would not be openly proud about his achievements. It's the right and duty of a king to show off what is rightfully his.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

I am quite certain I would remember such a man.

You would be correct if you simply said he would be a fool to not be proud. Unwarranted open displays of pride, however, are the refuge of the uncertain.

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

And yet standing in front of you is that man. The Hero King of Uruk.

It is also the realm of those who are supremely confident.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

[Oh, from that he can begin to piece together who you might be, Gilgamesh. He wouldn't know jackshit about what you can actually do, but he at least knows mythology enough to realize who you could be claiming to be. And he's already met Cu Chulainn, so meeting another mythological hero isn't altogether too surprising.]

You would think a man who had his penultimate prize stolen by a serpent would learn to put a tamper on his confidence.

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

[He looks

very pissed.]

Hold your tongue, mongrel, or I will remove it myself.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

My name is Wilhelm.

Refer to me by that, or refer to me not at all.

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

I will call you what I wish. If you have an issue with that...

[he raises his right hand into the air]

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

[A pause.]

Don't threaten action and then do nothing.

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

I am merely giving you the chance to apologize. Even a king must display mercy but since you have no care in my generous offer, I will show you how a king punishes his people.

[And like a door opening, a glowing golden wall appears behind him with dozens of mythological and legendary weapons jutting out from the golden space.]

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

[Just resting his head on his fist, Gilgamesh.]

What an impressive collection.

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

Hmph.

[He reaches back and grabs a single sword, Joyeuse, the sword wielded by King Charlemagne. It glows brightly and in multiple colors, its holiness almost blinding.]

I know it is. Now die.

[He lazily flings the blade at Wilhelm and it suddenly accelerates and turns into an arrow of light.]

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

[He recognizes the sword, though the changing of its form that Gilgamesh elicits is something entirely new. He tilts his head at the display, curious.

If he had his powers and authority back, either avoiding taking damage or stopping the sword itself wouldn't be particularly difficult. As it stands, he has neither, and Gilgamesh's attack hits its mark quickly and easily, killing Wilhelm's current fragile human form with a single blow.

Not particularly impressive, considering the mouth he was giving Gilgamesh earlier.]