thusia | (no subject)

Alright, then.

[Upstairs we go?]

[UP TO FLOOR FOUR WE GOOO

man this ceiling is nice 8D]

[...is that your way of saying there isn't one

Or are you gate-ing me]

[neither of those but it is a very high ceiling.

stepping a bit further in, though stopping before the growth becomes too much in the main area.]

I don't know how many people live in the apartments here yet, but it's certainly roomy enough.

[Well fuck.

Shrugs!]

If it suits you.

[:)!

laughs -- and then there's a flash of gold, Gilgamesh being decked out in his full armor + spiked hair once it's over.]

[...snorts and draws his sword, folding his free arm behind his back..]

Your hair looks awful.

[... nnoting that]

Only one hand, lowlife?

[Cocks his head.]

I can use two, if you want it to be over so quickly.

It'll be over quickly either way, for you.

If you insist.

[ this and the next page are happening, then. ]

[WATCHING THAT with some amusement.]

That's certainly showy. But that doesn't mean that you'll be any match for me.

[and idly raising his arm, several golden portals appearing behind him]

You're assuming I'm done.

[Both hands on the hilt of his sword, as the fire swirls and concentrates to... burn the fuck out of his hands?

But he's staying light on his feet, in case Gilgamesh attacks before he's quite prepared.]

[WELL I AM NOTHING IF NOT POLITE but there are the tips of blades showing in those portals now]

[Keeping his eye on those....

And you know what my seven foot monstrosity of a sword looks like, right?

LEAPING INTO ACTION TO CLOSE THE DISTANCE, which is really kind of negligable when you have a sword this big.]

[laughss, backing up and three of those knives shooting at his torso at once, with the speed of bullets]

[Manages to deflect two of those, with his (obviously heavy) sword, but takes the third to his left shoulder and bites back a cry. K-keeps trucking on-!

(The knives that fall to the ground are visibly warped from extreme heat.)]

[man why do i get into fights with terrible knifewasters. there's two more shooting at him, stilll backing up slightly and grabbing a third's hilt]

[MORE SUCCESSFUL DEFLECTION THIS TIME, getting up in your space as best he can.

But the knife in his shoulder is severely hindering the whole swinging this huge fucking sword plan, even as he tries for a blow.]

[he's using the knife that he grabbed to try to divert that, even if it ruins the knife itself, just planning to divert it slightly -- but even if that doesn't succeed, there's a knife-ended chain shooting out from the Gate of Babylon to try to wrap around one of Alibaba's arms]

[Nope, cuts through the knife like it's warm butter.

But the chain works, and on top of that his sword returns to its smaller form in a burst of flame.

Fuck.]

[... LAUGHS dropping the heated knife like a very sharp hot potato -- and he's backing up, trying to get out of sword range as that chain starts to constrict around his arm]

[He grits his teeth, trying to bite back a hiss as the chain constricts, keeping his eyes firmly on that portal.

He has no clue what to do, but he's working on it, okay?]

You were almost competent there for a few moments, Slum Prince. But it's only natural that didn't lost long.

[the chain is constricting even more -- and there's another stretch of it shooting forth, aiming to wrap around his sword arm]

[If you're trying to break my arm you're getting pretty close.

And fuck now I'm trapped.]

Don't call me that!