Endgame: Gathered on This Beach of the Tumid River

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Characters: open
Setting: all around the Tower from the 25th of May to the 1st of June
Format: any
Summary: A general mingle for all characters throughout the Tower.
Warnings: Standard Animus warnings; please note anything specific in the subject headers of your threads

[The Tower is stagnant, the only signs of activity confined to the second block. There isn't much time left; it might be a good idea to rest and do whatever strikes your fancy before the timer hits zero.]

Comments

[bowandblade]

Or walk on water, apparently.

[He smiles at her annoyance, reaching over with the intention to poke her cheek.]

[athousandcurses]

I am cursed by the Sidhe, not blessed.

[That might have come out more sharply than she intended... still, she does not apologize for it. She makes no move to avoid his hand, just simply ignores it.]

[bowandblade]

Hm? Have the Sidhe followed you here?

[If he minds the sharp response, there is no indication on his face or in his voice.]

[athousandcurses]

...

[She looks away, frowning, a hand picking at her dress.]

In a way. For whatever reason, I was given the guise of a bean sidhe.

[bowandblade]

[When Grainne looks away, Gilgamesh sidles a little closer and leans over to see if he can still see her face.]

Why do you look away?

[athousandcurses]

Why not?

[It's a classic counterargument to 'why', but she looks back anyway, still frowning.]

One might ask why you are suddenly so close...

[bowandblade]

Because I want to be.

[As if mindful of how she had reacted before, he doesn't actually touch her this time; he instead angles himself so he can look at her while not moving more than necessary.]

One would say that looking away as you did shows you are ashamed.

[athousandcurses]

This guise mocks me and my reasons for being a Servant. Ones I am no longer sure of. Does that explain it?

[She huffs again, wondering why they were even on this topic.]

Surely it can't be that interesting to you if I am.

[bowandblade]

You are a Caster. You cannot even do something about your own form?

[athousandcurses]

[She seems surprised by this, biting her lower lip and making an annoyed sound.]

It never occurred to me. My form didn't seem quite nearly as important as keeping an eye on my Master and your friend's... and I... I'm rather limited in what I can do... he summoned me with chickens.

[Blame it on the chickens...]

[bowandblade]

[Gilgamesh laughs again, but there's a bewildered edge to it.]

Chickens?

[That was easily not the kind of excuse he had expected to hear.]

[athousandcurses]

[Grainne stares at him for a moment before shrugging.]

He was a student.

[bowandblade]

He had no other methods for obtaining blood?

[athousandcurses]

I did ask him once if there was nothing else to use... I think his response was something along the lines of not having enough blood to bleed out.

[The elderly couple that lived in the house they stayed at weren't too fond of those chickens, either. Imagine what they would do if they had a cow.]

I suggested a cow and he said there were limits to even what he could do. ...it's really quite strange as he was having beef nearly every time I turned around.

[Grainne... eating a cheap fast food hamburger once doesn't count... especially not as beef.]

Have you tried changing your form?

[bowandblade]

I had no need to do such a thing; my form is a design of perfection.

[He continues to smile as he responds, as if what he says is simply a matter of fact.]

If I were truly, hopelessly bored with the Grail War that I was summoned into, I suppose I may have taken on a more unobtrusive form so I could interact with a population at least more likely to be interesting.

[athousandcurses]

Oh? It sounds as if you were not. What held your attention so? Was it as in my war, was your companion summoned?