Who gives two fruity fucks about being a king? What is a king, anyway? It's just some asshole born with a free ticket to be an incorrigible jackass, that's what. You sure deserve respect for being born! Oh boy, you sure did that well!
[Garviel picks up the phone. His face turns grim. He hangs up. He heads to the bedroom, assembling the carbine with an expression of determination, shrugging into his clothes a moment later. He stops, kneels, grabs a piece of paper, and write out a oath of the moment to himself. Unable to fix it to his non-existent battle plate, he instead puts it in the breast pocket of his jacket. He loads a magazine into the carbine, slips two more into his pockets, grabs several knives, spends a moment to look at Arizona and Ryohei, then heads off wordlessly, into the night.]
(So, is gilgamesh rampaging around town randomly, then?)
4 hours later, phonelunawolves10thFebruary 26 2011, 05:15:54 UTC
[he picks up his phone.] "Gilgamesh. Pick a blade. Or an axe. It doesn't much matter. Let's sort this out with words or blade. Clearly something has made you even more arrogant than normal. I've found that men need to be either talked out of it, or knocked out of it." [he waits, grimly. Man Garviel is getting his grim on today.]
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*Yeah, this voice says she doesn't care but maybe she really did want him to come back. Not that she'd ever admit it.*
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What the hell are you doing to the house?!
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(So, is gilgamesh rampaging around town randomly, then?)
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(Though i'll continue to monitor the thread in case stuff goes out into the street.)
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