the world stopped turning after my fall

[bowandblade]

Characters: Archer/Gilgamesh [AU3] and you!
Setting: Dorm room 2-12 initially, then on to other floors
Format: Whatever you prefer
Summary: Newly arrived and quick to shirk heavy duty explanations and get down to the business of exploring. That's Archer for you.
Warnings: Arrogance and dangerousness if provoked. Typical Gilgamesh.

Dormitory 02-12

Waking up to the feeling of not being able to move was not a completely new experience to Gilgamesh, unfortunately enough. After all, it had not been that long ago that he had expended just about all of his prana and then been overtaken by Saber's Excalibur, and waking up from that feeling had not been fun at all.

But he did not remember falling asleep in a bed. Did he even make it to the couch? Either way, he was staring at a ceiling that was unfamiliar, and his head was cushioned in such a way that--

--Ah. And there was the ability to move again. His lips quirk into a frown as he sits up and stares at ... his clothes. What was this thing supposed to be? Whatever it was, he was better off without it, and so he immediately unzipped the skin-tight suit and began tugging the material off of his arms.

Depending on how long it takes for someone to discover the new resident of room 12 on floor 2, he may be stripped down to half-wearing the suit, not wearing the suit at all, or be in the process of changing into a pair of black pants and an orange v-neck shirt.


Various dormitory levels

After getting out of the dorm room, it's time to properly acclimate himself to his surroundings.
That means wandering around. Gilgamesh doesn't really glance at the nameplates as he goes along, instead focusing on how everything looks pretty much the same wherever he goes. Boring.

He can be seen looking at some of the network terminals as he goes along, though he's not yet to the point of actually operating them. Maybe later, after he's gotten a little bored of exploring by foot. On the dormitory first floor, he's even looking at the open elevator with mild curiosity. Because this floor numbering system is downright odd.


Floor 81

A fascinating display.

Gilgamesh cranes his head back as far as his neck allows, taking in the strange view of the tower that seemed to stretch onward beyond earth and the stars. Seated at the window and quiet in his musings, he wonders if this is a view like what the gods could see. Was this the empty space that Enki sliced through in its devastating drive towards earth?

The mere question sends him back to his battle with Saber, and he finds himself scolding Enki for having failed him at such a critical moment. Because muttering to yourself while staring into space is definitely not strange. (But muttering to a pair of golden swords really wouldn't be much better, anyway.)


Various first block floors

The very idea of exploring new surroundings seems to give energy to the golden-haired man's actions. While he has no set destination on any of the floors he visits, he looks confident; a sharp smile never seems too far away from his face. After puzzling out the elevator earlier, it seemed fitting to go out and actually look at some of the floors in between elevator-visited areas.

Comments

[fionnuisce]

I know who you are because I've seen your Noble Phantasm--twice, actually. From there it's a matter of simple logic. Who else could split heaven and earth but Gilgamesh, right?

I don't have any intention to go babbling it to everyone in the tower, if that makes you feel better.

[bowandblade]

[Who else could split heaven and earth-- Repeating such words inwardly almost causes Gilgamesh to laugh aloud, but he instead gives a superior smile as his shoulders shake a little. He is suitably intrigued by such a notion, and almost disappointed that the Star of Destruction did not fit such a description.

Whatever Noble Phantasm it was that this man was referring to... He did not own it. And that was interesting all by itself.]

I see. That would explain the various faces you have been making at me; you are well aware of the power the King of Heroes commands.

[fionnuisce]

[There had been sarcasm laced with caution in Waver's words; he wasn't stupid, but he wasn't going to let Gilgamesh walk all over him either. What he knew as Enuma Elish used by the fourth's Archer...who knew for certain if this one was the same with the same arsenal? At the common occurrences of Second Magic, nothing would surprise him.]

I'm not an idiot. Even though I can handle myself in a fight, engaging a Servant is suicide. And with your hair-trigger temper, I'd have to be insane to confront you even like this.

[bowandblade]

Hair-trigger temper. [Just how much more could this man say that sounded so bizarrely amusing? What kind of Archer did this man know to say such a thing to his face?]

You say something like that to my face, knowing full well what it means. That can only mean two things -- you are an idiot, or you do not think my temper is so quick.

[The best logic.]

[fionnuisce]

Little bit of both, probably. This tower's probably already driven me insane.

[Shrug.]

You're really not the same Archer, are you? I have no doubt of your name, but the one I knew didn't act quite like this.

[bowandblade]

It has been obvious to me since the beginning of this conversation that you are speaking of someone else. [It was something of an answer, at least.]

You will tell me of this other Archer you apparently know who is the King of Heroes.

[fionnuisce]

Not much to tell, I'm afraid. He looks more or less exactly like you, with a hell of a lot more of a temper from what I remember.

[bowandblade]

How seemly. [Says the one who stretches his arms up before again leaning against the windows.] So you were expecting killing intent the moment you sensed my presence.

[fionnuisce]

Basically, yes. I might as well add this is one occurrence where I don't mind being wrong.

[bowandblade]

[This time, he does laugh, again in that airy, relaxed way of his.]

Even the king of the world must know when to practice patience. You should smile and be grateful, knowing that I am well-versed in such matters.

[fionnuisce]

I guess I should consider myself lucky.

[Nope, you get more deadpan.]

[bowandblade]

You should. [Sigh. More people who acted in such a manner similar to Saber. Now that the fear was subsiding, the true personality was emerging.

He pushes off of the windows with ease, beginning to slowly walk over to the man. He stops in front of him, still smirking.]

You should also tell me your name.

[fionnuisce]

[He looked and sounded casual enough, but Waver was still on edge. He couldn't really imagine the Archer he'd seen to be all that amicable, and it was hard to imagine anything but a whole lot of swords being thrown would come next.]

My name's Waver. Obviously I hardly need to ask yours.

[bowandblade]

Obviously not. Were you to ask at this point, I would have to contemplate introducing a royal foot to your overly-ceremonious ass.

[He almost seems on the verge of laughter again, but does not succumb to it this time.]

I will attempt to remember that name, though the king of the world's list of subjects runs long.

[fionnuisce]

Hilarious.

[bitchpls.]

[bowandblade]

[Still smirking with clear amusement, Gilgamesh passes by the man named Waver without another word on his way to the elevator.

It seemed like stopping by to stare out windows could lead to some interesting meetings around here.]