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

[bowandblade]

[Don't squawk, little boy -- you may just make him laugh.

Oh wait. Too late.]

You are quite amusing, boy. You should smile that I find myself quite taken by your reactions. [Everyone should smile in his presence.]

[looselips]

[No, but seriously, who even talks like that?]

Yeah, I'm in such a hurry to play jester to some pretentious windbag. [He glares with all his eight-year-old might.] I have a name, you know. It's Shinji.

[bowandblade]

[The glaring does nothing to disrupt the king's good humor. He rests his hand on his hip and tilts his head with a smile.]

Shinji. A strong name! [Well, maybe. His internal Japanese translator could come up with many different meanings for that.] I am known by in the current day as Archer. Perhaps formerly of the Virtues.

[looselips]

[Shinji reaches up to rub his face as his name is complimented, not entirely sure if he should feel complimented when the comment coming out of the mouth of a weirdo like this. His half-confused, half-exasperated look is quickly replaced by one of surprise, however.]

Archer...?

[And then, with just five more words, it's just as quickly back to the frustratedly puzzled one.]

"Of the Virtues"?

[bowandblade]

[The ranking system of the Holy Grail War had been steeped in angelic nonsense that Gilgamesh could dismiss easily enough, if not for how the titles pertained to both Servants and Masters. He waves his free hand, as if trying to underplay what he had already mentioned.]

The rank of my Master. It would not mean much unless you were familiar with a war from my world.

[looselips]

You're talking about the Holy Grail War, aren't you? [Between "Archer" and "Master," that has to be it. Obviously, the best thing to do in this situation is to show off how much he knows.] The one I'm familiar with doesn't rank us Masters like that, but I guess there must be a few different versions floating around. [He can have a dismissive handwave right back, then.] I don't think I've heard anyone else mention that kind of title, either.

[bowandblade]

It has to do with angelic symbols and the command seals the Masters bear, but I cannot claim to care much more than that. [He shrugs, already finding a more interesting topic to pounce on.] So you say you are a Master! I am impressed by your tenacity; to have such a powerful wish at your age is notable.

[looselips]

Yeah, that's right—I am. [Obviously, he puffs up in pride, his chin jutting out. He's pleased by the praise, even if Archer's assessment isn't entirely correct.] It's not about something as childish as wishes. I just want people to recognize my talent, that's all.

[Which is kind of a wish, in its way, but whatever. Semantics.]

[bowandblade]

[He smirks at Shinji's declaration, pushing past the comment about childish wishes to address his latter comment.]

Such an honest desire. Is your talent so applicable that going to war felt like a good way to flaunt it? [Because the idea of a child at eight being talented at war was interesting, considering what he had seen of the modern world.]

[looselips]

Obviously. [Even if this guy seems as smug as ever, Shinji gets the idea that he's being praised, so of course that makes him willing to keep talking. He wants to hear more of it.] I'm a magus, so what better way to flaunt it than competing against other magi?

[bowandblade]

Then it sounds as if you are a Master who stands with your Servant. [This is an especially interesting thing for him to hear, considering how his own Master stood far and away from any battlefield in the War.] What a fortunate Servant.

[Not that he considered himself unfortunate; he was fully capable of wandering off and finding his own entertainment. But he was the King of Heroes and an Archer, given more flexibility than other classes.]

[looselips]

Damn right she was fortunate. [Oh, he is just soaking up all this praise. Finally, someone who understands!! Except something about Archer's comment dampens his mood in spite of all the ego-inflating, and he scowls.] She didn't deserve a Master half as talented as I am.

[So maybe he's still upset about Rider disappearing. So what?]

[bowandblade]

[Didn't deserve a Master like him. Past tense. He also takes note of the boy's scowl; it's a far cry from the smile that had been on his face a second ago, and worth commenting on.]

I do notice that you are without a shadow here.

[looselips]

[...Puffs.]

It's not like I needed that booze-addled monkey to hover over me twenty-four-seven in the first place. [...] She disappeared. It happens here sometimes, I guess.

[He tries to make it sound like it's no big deal, but he doesn't succeed.]

[bowandblade]

[Gilgamesh has no qualms with reaching over and tousling the boy's fluffy hair again, if simply to see if that would do anything for the boy's face.]

How disappointing. But you do not seem in need of a babysitter.

[looselips]

[Goddammit, what is it with people and ruffling his hair?! Once again, he moves to duck out from underneath Archer's hand as best he can, glaring as he does so.]

Of— Of course I don't need a babysitter! I told you, I'm not like the other twerps my age.

[bowandblade]

Very good! [Even though his words are followed by a laugh, the approval is obvious in his voice.] Then smile, Shinji. A Master who cannot stand without a Servant does not deserve a Servant at all.

[looselips]

[The approving reply Shinji receives in return surprises him. It's enough to get him to stop glaring, at least, but he doesn't smile, either. Instead, he just looks kind of flustered.]

O... Okay.

[Give him a minute, maybe Archer will have better luck then.]

[bowandblade]

[Gilgamesh smirks this time, stepping away from Shinji to start browsing what's available in the media room, since he hadn't done a very good job of that upon entering. He'll let Shinji go back to his game, if that's what he wants to do.]