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futurology2016-03-10 11:08 pm
babbylon) wrote in futurology2016-03-10 11:08 pm
video; [KINGOFHEROES]
[Greetings and salutations, comrades of ALASTAIR! The face of a handsome young man opens the feed today, smiling wide and surrounded by lions on his bed. Yes, that's right, lions. Shishi, his mount, sits in the background, with his mate nestled nearby. And atop him, crawling across his legs, over his shoulders, even rubbing at his face, are cubs, golden and white and feisty. They growl and chirp at the jewelry floating just a few feet away, and a particularly brave one bats at it.
Their parents, as well as Gilgamesh himself, look appropriately proud.]
Good day. For those of you who have not had the pleasure of meeting me before, I am Gilgamesh, King of Heroes, and your resident lion tamer. I bred them as a hobby, back in my native Uruk, and so I have once again come into possession of several cubs.
[The cubs themselves appear no more than six weeks old. Gilgamesh has to shift a little to accommodate them, as they are absolutely intent on making the broadcast difficult by shoving their little furry bodies everywhere. Not that it bothers him much—he's laughing under his breath.]
They have all been weaned from their mother and thus are ready for distribution. Alas, I cannot keep so many for myself; I aim to find good homes for them among you all. I do ask you bear in mind these are wild animals at heart, requiring a great degree of time and attention to train.
[Though you'd never know it, seeming so harmless, so adorable.. After a time, Gilgamesh surrenders, and gets swallowed up by their insistent pawing.]
They are not... just... housecats to sit on a shelf and... w-wait, do not touch it...!
[The necklace goes flying down the hall as a mischievous cub bounds after it. Gilgamesh will snatch it back... eventually.]
(( All lions have now found loving homes! Thanks for the interest, everyone! ))
Their parents, as well as Gilgamesh himself, look appropriately proud.]
Good day. For those of you who have not had the pleasure of meeting me before, I am Gilgamesh, King of Heroes, and your resident lion tamer. I bred them as a hobby, back in my native Uruk, and so I have once again come into possession of several cubs.
[The cubs themselves appear no more than six weeks old. Gilgamesh has to shift a little to accommodate them, as they are absolutely intent on making the broadcast difficult by shoving their little furry bodies everywhere. Not that it bothers him much—he's laughing under his breath.]
They have all been weaned from their mother and thus are ready for distribution. Alas, I cannot keep so many for myself; I aim to find good homes for them among you all. I do ask you bear in mind these are wild animals at heart, requiring a great degree of time and attention to train.
[Though you'd never know it, seeming so harmless, so adorable.. After a time, Gilgamesh surrenders, and gets swallowed up by their insistent pawing.]
They are not... just... housecats to sit on a shelf and... w-wait, do not touch it...!
[The necklace goes flying down the hall as a mischievous cub bounds after it. Gilgamesh will snatch it back... eventually.]
(( All lions have now found loving homes! Thanks for the interest, everyone! ))
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You may look at me when you speak. It is true, I am a great King, deserving of great respect, but you've done nothing to wrong me.
[That much he's earnest about. Gilgamesh could be volatile, but he wouldn't strike an innocent woman for daring to gaze at him, so long as they've shown him proper manners otherwise. Though it is cute, watching her fret like that.]
Are you very fond of animals? You sounded quite compassionate just now.
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she can't help but look at him now, which makes her relieved he's allowed it, because now all she wants to do is stare (back)... ]
S-Sorry! [ she squeaks, instinctively apologizing for the minor misdemeanor. she hastens to move past it, though, not wanting to take up much more of his time. ]
Um — I do love animals, yes... [ but she's very compassionate about many things. ] I.. I can't say I know very much about taking care of them, but [ and here, she puffs up a little, a flicker of some fire that is normally dulled by her anxieties and insecurities ] I'd try very hard...!
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[Though he chides her, it's gentle enough in spirit. She's clearly cut from maidenly stock, even if she possesses the persona of some poor slave girl; he's willing to forgive a few imperfections, as her voice sounds so clear, so saintly, even as it wavers. Beautiful things would always enrapture him as a born keeper of treasure.]
I see, I see. But I must tell you, lions are carnivores. They kill to eat, and someday, they must hunt. They may subsist off scraps for now, yet their instincts will drive them to go after larger prey in time. Can you stomach it?
[His eyes grow almost imperceptibly sharp, so very red and so very serpentine.]
Watching another living creature die.
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waiting.
the chill that runs down her spine keeps her frozen, lilac eyes locked on bright red that seem to entrance her. her breath had caught, too, somewhere along with her words, because for a few moments she can't even manage a response other than staring.
his words almost sound accusatory. challenging. or perhaps he's merely curious or concerned for her well-being — but in her insecurity-riddled mind, she can only hear mockery.
you can't do this. of course you can't.
she swallows suddenly, expression twisting into something determined and foolishly, foolishly stubborn. ]
I'm no stranger to death, if that's what you're asking.
[ she doesn't look it, but she's seen her fair share of horrors. war certainly grants people enough opportunities for that. and though her hands are small and delicate-looking, they'd held a sword before, and driven it into enemies when she's had to. it pains her, and maybe someday it might ruin her... but she can definitely stomach it. if only because she has to. ]
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And admirably, Olivia does not sink. He hums in response, considering her, running fingers through the convenient pile of fur that's draped itself atop him. When he speaks up again, it's even keel, flawlessly smooth. Snakes could be very deadly but they could also be very tempting when they wanted to be.]
It was intended more along the lines of "can you do what is necessary", but I suppose that amounts to the same thing.
[The corners of his mouth curl up. It couldn't be called a smile, not quite. It's just a faint show of his amusement.]
If you would like one, you may have one, so long as I am given your word it will not see neglect by your hand.
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in the back of her mind, her anxieties warn her against doing anything foolish. she doesn't know the first thing about raising a lion cub. how will she ever help it hunt in the wild? and look how the man smiles — you've known men who smile like that. you were almost kidnapped by a man who smiled like that.
and yet, when she speaks, she gives no indication of those thoughts. ]
I promise.
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I take promises very seriously. I can and will seize the animal if you've lied to me.
[There's something strong about the way he says if you've lied, as though it were more of a personal matter. As though she really would have cause to fear him, to shake and to cower, if she committed such a crime. As though he'd hurt her so deeply for daring to defy him she'd never recover.
But then, just as quickly, it all dissipates. Back to brightness, back to a jovial face, as he reaches for one of the cubs.]
Now, then. Would you like a boy, or a girl?
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(certainly, she's ignored them all so far, what's a couple more minutes, right?)
she swallows down her regret, and instead forces her attention to the cubs playing at his feet. they're all beautiful creatures, for certain... olivia herself finds she doesn't really have much of a preference. ]
...I'll take whoever's left.
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A boy! This one's on the shier side, as I recall. He should suit you well enough.
[Despite being so allegedly shy, he nips Gilgamesh's finger, earning a prompt swat between the ears.]
You mustn't be afraid to discipline them. They will need quite a bit of it early on.
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despite the cub's show of roughness, olivia only seems charmed. and, indeed, it's easier now to forget that mild moment of discomfort and uncertainty when she looks on at how sweetly he and the cub play together.
it certainly helps her smile with a bit more ease. ]
He's perfect, I'm sure.
[ she hesitates a moment, then ventures a question: ]
Um — when would you like me to retrieve him...?
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[Indeed, with such an innocent animal in his arms, even a tyrant can appear downright saintly. And he's handsome, to be certain, a pleasant face to look upon if not for those terrible eyes; it would be all too easy to be fooled, to assume he's exactly what he appears to be and nothing more.
Perhaps he's banking on that.]
My door remains open to all, Olivia. Visit at your own convenience.
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Oh, um! [ she looks suddenly flustered, glancing about. ] Maybe in a couple of hours? [ she wants to make him something first... don't ask why it just seems polite ok ]
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[This may have been a mistake. This may have been a mistake on multiple levels.]
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she suddenly regrets thinking he's handsome pls don't have heard thather cheeks puff a little, looking suddenly petulant and put out. ]
It... wasn't really going to be that...
[ more like — a thank you gift? a show of good faith in baked goods...! ]
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[Not quite a mind reader. Just so egotistical he assumed that any delay had to have been on his account.]
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he definitely is a mind reader...! she has to watch herself around him now... but it's good she found this out now. gotta check urself, gurl. ]
D-Do you have a preference for the type...?
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Sweet rolls are best. But I do not mind cake, either. Or tarts! Tarts are delightful! Macaroons, too!
[Clearly he'll stuff his mouth with just about anything... somewhere along the way he'd stopped being such a culinary connoisseur.]
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surely what she'd seen earlier had been a fluke... or perhaps he is simply that passionate about his lion's cubs. she can't fault him for that, can she? not at all. ]
I'll see what I can do, My Lord.
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Good girl. We will get along quite well, I think.
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Oh... That's great to hear..!
[ she thinks. she hopes. ]
( ooc; did you want to transition into an action thread for the exchange? :O )
go for it, amigo!
And so he waits.]
o7
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Do excuse them. They're quite excited by visitors.
[Gilgamesh holds his hand out to accept the basket, then eyes the braided object curiously.]
Oh? And what's that you have there, dear girl?
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