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Who: Gilgamesh, beds
When: Day 18, late evening
Where: VARIOUS PLACES
What:

[DOES YOUR APARTMENT:

1) have no lock

2) have comfortable bedding of some sort

3) have inhabitants unable to detect invisible guys heading into their rooms

if yes to all of these then there might be some blonde douche in your bed when you come in]

(W-WILL BE SLOW)

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That only works when they have a loyal army to back them up.

[shifts one his hands into a black, sharp claw and bends to take your chin, pressing his now very deadly thumbnail to your cheek]

Where is your army, your majesty?

[immediately tries to pull his head back, face twisting in anger -- and one shimmering portal appearing behind him]

Don't touch me, lowlife.

[GOSH TOO BAD LYING IN A VERY COOSHY PILLOWPILE IS NOT REALLY THE MOST DEFENSIBLE POSITION kneels down, planting a knee in your gut and grabs harder. watches the portal but doesn't appear very concerned]

Is that all? Boy, didn't you know that even a dog can kill a king? They're nothing but humans in fancy clothes, after all.

[yeah this bed was awesome before i needed to do that 8| HE IS RAISING AN ARM]

I am more than a human.

[annd lowering it -- when a knife-ended chain shoots from the portal at a high speed, aiming for Ticky's shoulder]

[jerks, so that it's more of a (deep) glancing blow than a straight on pin, but the pain doesn't seem to have much of an effect, ...except to make him smile, really stably! and he uses his uninjured hand to try to grab it]

[starts retracting it into the portal the moment he grabs it, at least trying to get him off balance]

[grins sharply and rejects part of the weapon, cutting the chain more cleanly than probably anything you could imagine might do so, and bears down on YOUR shoulder with the stolen blade]

[-- annnd that is a sharp cry of pain and shock in response to that, the chain now without the blade trying to wrap around Ticky's wrist]

[still can't use his other arm but doesn't really need to. lets go of the blade in your shoulder and tilts his hand back to touch the chain trying to wrap around him, rejecting it so it severs AGAIN and then diving his hand straight into your throat, squeezing around your esophagus

I'M BLEEDING A LOT from my fucked up shoulder but don't seem to mind 8D]

Well this had been fun, your majesty. But let's have a real chat. Unless you'd like to die here, like a dog.

[would reply to that but that's kind of difficult to do without proper use of throat. just GLARING with whatever angry noise he can manage, keeping that portal open]

[pets your throat with his thumb =D?]

Worrying about the names of things is the mark of a child, you know? The only thing that has real meaning in this world is what you can do with your own hands. Right now what I can do with this hand... [tugs ever so lightly on your throat... (=] Well, you can guess.

So my question for you boy. Do you wish to die now for your kingly pride? Or ask this mongrel to spare your life?

[lifts his thumb off your throat so you can speak, but he's still tooouching it]

[taking a deep breath when the thumb lifts off his throat -- and there's not exactly fear in his tone of voice, just a metric fuck ton of anger and disgust]

Don't kill me, mongrel.

[it sounds more like an order than a request 8Db]

[squeezes your throat closed again (=]

[well that kind of sucks! STRUGGLING, trying to grab Ticky's wrist with the hand on the side of his body that doesn't have the stabbed shoulder]

[you can grab it, but considering that my hand is actually in your throat and around your esophagus you probably don't want to yank on it...

strangle strangle!]

[not the best idea in retrospect

YEAH BEING STRANGLED annnd passing out pretty quick >8|;;;;]

[well now i have a migraine

SIIIIGH

gets up and drags you by the ankle out of his room. probably leaving a blood stain...]

[your life is so hard :(]

[IT ACTUALLY IS. you just got stabbed and strangled a little bit, i got stabbed, a migraine, and now ihave to clean blood out of sheets and clothes and floors... and i guess do something about my own wound...

NOTE TO SELF i don't like you]

[IT'S MUTUAL]

[WELL GOOD MAYBE YOU WILL STAY OUT OF MY BED!!]

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