video; [KINGOFHEROES]

[babbylon]

[The feed opens to Gilgamesh lounging on a couch, wine in hand, smirking faintly at nothing in particular. A snowy white lion which some of you may recognize lies curled on the floor, napping away; as for Gilgamesh himself, he's as relaxed as could be. Quite a far cry from his time in imprisonment.

And indeed, when he speaks, he sounds confident as ever—albeit in a lazy sort of way, words flowing like syrup.]

What does "heroism" mean to you?

[An open-ended question he allows to hang, for a moment or so, before continuing on.]

Would you consider what we're doing here to fall along those lines? Or, perhaps... yes, I'm aware some of you are new to this little group activity of ours, regarding the sun. And doubtful that you're all as sincerely invested as ALASTAIR wishes us to be. It does seem a bit trifling.

[Only Gilgamesh could consider the death of light itself to be trifling. He yawns, then rolls over, kicking his feet impatiently like a child awaiting entertainment.]

If they all died, it wouldn't really matter, would it? ALASTAIR would spirit us away to the next grand adventure and the cycle starts anew.

[In his obstinance, Gilgamesh dumps his wine right on the floor. He seems to revel in it, in the mess he's made. In the mess he intends to make.]

So I suppose what I'm asking is [smile blossoming into a grin] do you believe it's possible to save everyone, at the expense of yourself? Is that the proper way of a hero, or just someone naive enough to pursue "goodness"? To those we put atop pedestals, were they ever worth admiring at all?

[His eyes narrow at his jewelry. To call them serpentine would be an understatement.]

To those who believe firmly in the principles of justice—do you earnestly think you were doing the right thing all along? I wonder.

Comments

[heavyhitter]

Oh, shit, good question.

[ She makes a show of considering that, leaning back to stroke her chin. She could answer accordingly to her tastes, or to what she thinks he'd like... she's self-centered enough that that choice is pretty clear, though. ]

Ever see any of those old Earth Mafia movies?

[babbylon]

[Gilgamesh cocks his head and ponders the matter. Mafia, mafia, he knows this one...]

You mean those gangsters in tacky suits? Aren't they an urban legend?

[heavyhitter]

An urban legend, please. Those guys were totally real, they ran everything. Had a whole code of conduct and everything. Also, fuck you, they were snappy dressers.

[babbylon]

Impossible. I already exist at the height of fashion, so there's no way...

[Has doubt entered the heart of the great King of Heroes?! It would seem so.]

...alright, fine. I'll be the judge of it for myself. But if you're lying, you'll pay.

[heavyhitter]

[ that sounds like victory. she grins. ]

Sure, I pay if I'm wrong. What do I get if it turns out I know my shit?

[babbylon]

A night to remember.

[It begins.]

[heavyhitter]

[ she laughs at that, but apparently it's an acceptable offer. ]

Alright — I got the movie if you got a screen we can put it on. Otherwise we're watching it off my CT, and that's kinda a pathetic screen.

[babbylon]

I have my own private theater within the Gate. It isn't an issue.

[Shockingly, he's not exaggerating.]

[heavyhitter]

In the what?

[babbylon]

It's a multidimensional portal where I store my treasures.

[And it's about as cool as it sounds. In his humble opinion.]

[heavyhitter]

[ she considers that for a second, then shrugs. really, is that any weirder than having made it here at all? ]

Yeah, alright, that works. Do you have any snacks in your treasures?

[babbylon]

I have everything in my treasures. Likely a few of those films, as well.

[Which he looks suitably proud of. Then again...]

But I may have lost them. It's a little disorganized these days.

[heavyhitter]

Well as long as you can dig up something sugary and unhealthy, that's probably good enough. You wanna do this tonight?

[ whatever 'tonight' really means when it's always night ]