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[dairekka]

[Okay. This isn't hard. He's stuck here... and... there's no real way back so the best option is to work with this ALASTAIR ... clan? Clan. In order to fix issues in different places...

... and this ear cuff will let him talk to people but he has no idea how. Jewelry doesn't let you talk to people?? Talking to people lets you talk to people??

Carefully and very tentatively, like he's worried the communicator is about to leap out at him and grab him, Yukimura sets the little ear cuff communicator on the ground in front of him and crouches down in so he's eye level with it. Enjoy the overabundance of red.]

...

[He takes a deep breath. He was told he could talk to people, but he can't see anyone so... he'll have to speak loudly so he can be heard.

Brace yourself, Futurology.]


HELLO?

[... Nothing.]


HELLO, ARE YOU ABLE TO HEAR ME THROUGH THIS PIECE OF JEWELRY?

[Still nothing?? This is concerning him. Is he alone here, other than the man who had spoken to him when he first arrived? What should he do in this situation? Begin a scouting mission to search out any signs of life? Or should he continue shouting through this piece of jewelry he doesn't really believe is doing what he was told it would do.

...

Option B it is.]

I AM WORRIED THAT THIS JEWELRY IS NOT DOING WHAT I WAS TOLD IT WOULD, AND THAT I WILL FIND MYSELF AT A COMMUNICATION DISADVANTAGE IF THIS DOES NOT WORK. CAN ANYONE HEAR ME? [He reaches out and taps on the side of the cuff, shaking the image rather violently.] ANYBODY?

[TAP. TAP. TAP.

BEEP.]

... [He leans forwards, almost conspiratorially and whispers....] Hello?

[... Someone help this poor, unsuspecting loser out. Please. For the sake of your eardrums if nothing else.]

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[wardance]

Stay the hell away from my things.

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[babbylon]

[...well, looks like Masamune saved him the trouble with that filter. It seems this really was better suited to a personal exchange.]

Peace, Masamune. I did not know this one was yours; how could I have known?

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[wardance]

[ There is some intense territoriality going on here that hasn't quite shown its scales in the light before now. ]

Why don't I believe you?

[babbylon]

[Certainly not. However, Gilgamesh takes the higher road and adds no further fuel to the fire, instead asking to clarify rather than challenging directly.]

You seek him as intimate conquest? As a personal prize?

[wardance]

He's my rival. I don't think that word translates well between our eras.

[babbylon]

It translates well enough. You think him yours.

[wardance]

[ Yes, well. No denial is voiced; it's close enough. Masamune had never felt a need to explain what his rivalry is or is not. ]

Is that an inconvenience for you? [ The absolute last thing the question sounds like is a sincere concern. ]

[babbylon]

Not particularly, but I require a better offer than "don't" if you wish me to stay away.

[He does speak to an adulterer by trade, after all. Respecting monogamy and maintaining distance aren't among his stronger suits.]

[wardance]

[ Why is he not surprised. ]

What do you want, then?

[babbylon]

[That's not how this works. They both know that's not how this works.]

What are you willing to trade?

[wardance]

[ Ugh. ]

Ah. Is this part where I selflessly offer myself up to you and then you tell me something like you already own me or did you want me to wait a little longer?

[ seriously. Did Gilgamesh really respond with that. He wants to strangle the other even more now. ]

[babbylon]

If you are undecided, let us make a deal instead.

[Not a good sign. Abort, abort.]

Allow me to play with him. A little. But right of definitive "bite"... I'll cede that to you.

[Allow me, he says. As if he weren't already planning on doing so anyway.]

[wardance]

You're using the d-word and I don't like it.

[babbylon]

You are going to have to, because I am going to have a piece of this.

[wardance]

[ he laughs ]

You think I'm going to simply submit to you?

[babbylon]

I am not asking you to step aside. Merely to let me sample. That could not be so bad, could it?

[Of course it can.]

I would not even take him behind closed doors, in sensual capacity; does that settle your nerves, dragon?

[wardance]

You sampling something is everyone else's full course.

And, your sensual limitations for what requires closed doors leaves some real fucked up loop holes for you to enjoy.

[babbylon]

I see you're getting better at this.

But not quite enough to best a King, as tipping your hand with such flagrant greed only makes me want it all the more.

[Be glad for the privacy, Masamune, because the tone he breathed that particular number in very much belongs in a bedroom.]

[wardance]

[ here it goes... but, Masamune is terribly brassy, even as he smiles despite that tone. The arrogance is top notch Day One Edition. His tone is sweet, simple, a real slap in the face, especially with the context. ]

Oh, no. Even a King is no match for a dragon and a tiger. Face it, it's the best thing you're never gonna have.

[babbylon]

Are you attempting to bait me?

[Because he smells what you're cooking, dragon. And it stinks.]

[wardance]

Bait you to do what?

[ his cooking is fucking amazing you don't even know what you're missing. ]

[babbylon]

[Loud sighing.]

Deal with me now or face inevitable defeat later. Decide.

[wardance]

Is that the d-word again or is that the 'come kick my ass'-word?

[babbylon]

The latter. So I can show you my favorite sort of "d-word" again.

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[wardance]

[ o fuk. ]