their lies and truths that run rampant and wild

[bowandblade]

Characters: Archer [AU3] and you! (open)
Setting: Floor 25, Dorm Floor 1, and a general all-over-the-tower bit
Format: Using action brackets, but will match in threads.
Summary: So the week started well enough. And then these strange messages started appearing around the tower... (If you want to react to the ever-changing 'Lancer and Archer' rumor, feel free to pick any version.)
Warnings: Nothing at the moment.

Floor 25 - Meadow - prior to the rumors appearing

[Ever since he visited the meadow to watch V/V's concert, Gilgamesh found himself returning to the floor whenever he found himself wanting to enjoy something simpler. It was quiet and free of irritants (the "monsters" of the tower), so he could remain there as long as he wished, whiling away his time.

Not that he has anything to do out there. Not really. But sometimes idle fingers fiddle with the longer blade of grass, or pluck flowers out of the grass to twist at the stems.]


All over the tower

[The message on the wall in the first dormitory level is the first that he sees. At the time, it had been nothing more than a small amusement -- something to smirk at with mild puzzlement, as he didn't know either of the people mentioned on the message. But he soon becomes aware of the other messages-- graffiti, as people began editing them-- on the different floors.

So what does he do? He goes on out there to look around and see just how many obvious messages there are. With so many floors, that's bound to take awhile.]


Dormitory Floor 1

[...It's almost ironic that he finds himself back on the first dormitory level, staring at the same patch of wall he had seen at the beginning of the week. The message keeps changing, and every time he walks off to find something else to do, he just seems to come back to find it changed again.

Maybe he should stick around to see who's changing the rumor. That sounds like a good idea.]

Comments

[warriorscribe]

It taints as I use it in battle...

*He starts to explain, but then Gilgamesh says something that immediately gets his attention.*

But you have divine weapons, yourself?

[bowandblade]

Of course! [His enthusiastic reply is tempered with an undertone of haughtiness, as if Enoch should have known beforehand. He splays out the fingers of one hand to the empty air, gesturing as the air around him seems to ripple. An arch of circular gates, six spread out as low as his ankles and above his head, appear to glow gold around him. Archer's smile widens as he calls upon a few weapons, the shafts of three spears and hilts of three swords sliding into view.

While the gates are quite real to behold, attempting to touch them would result in a hand passing through the gate as if it isn't actually there. Attempting to touch the weapons will result in them dissolving into gold dust as they return to Archer's treasury.]

My treasury is quite a sight to behold, after all. The very origins of legend and beyond.

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch made no such move to touch the weapons, though he did lean in to examine the nearest one in earnest interest.*

And these are all divine? You've pluralized "god", do each of these come from one of your gods?

[bowandblade]

[Archer shrugs expressively at the questions, then laughs as he reaches to touch one of the bejeweled sword hilts.]

If all my weapons were divine, what would that say of humanity? That their every innovation required divine intervention?

[He smirks at Enoch.] They are so easy to collect, everything in my treasury. Something of a habit of mine. [As easy as breathing.] But those that I most highly prize are divine, yes.

[warriorscribe]

Of course not, you only said...

*Enoch just...hadn't been expecting to be shown human-crafted weapons when the discussion had been on the divine.*

[bowandblade]

[Given the opportunity to talk at length about himself, or at least his greatness, Archer -- Gilgamesh -- would make use of it. He laughs at the way Enoch trails off, closing the gates and returning the surrounding air to its normal state with a dismissive wave of one hand.]

I am sure I have weapons that are said to be sent down by gods, angels, and demons. With so many wonders to the world that are valued, I simply cannot keep track of them all.

[warriorscribe]

So you collect...legends, then?

*He's not handing over his Arch - they're not really supposed to be in human hands anyway, he's an exception made in this one case (and on top of that may not be human at some point).*

[bowandblade]

Anything and everything that the world considers a treasure! ...And anything that I may personally fancy. [Another dismissive wave, as if that wasn't too important.]

Infuriatingly enough, this place restricts my access to a great amount of my treasury. Only weapons seem to pass through my gates. [Though his tone remains jovial, there is obviously an irritated gleam to his eyes.]

[warriorscribe]

They do play with our powers as they please...

*Though...there was the fact of Sola's vines in Dax's area. But if their powers are illusions, they affect very real things like trees and animals and monsters. Up here, it might as well not make any difference.*

[bowandblade]

They do! Rather arrogant of them, is it not? Claiming the roles of protectors over those they have to restrain to "protect."

[He shakes his head in mock disappointment.]

[warriorscribe]

As if we wouldn't know what to do with them ourselves.

*Well, his tone is lifting to match Gilgamesh's mocking - for nothing else than to keep the conversation lighter than it was.*