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[of_her_own_accord]

[The video turns on to the familiar face of Accord... except the bandage she was sporting before isn't there anymore. She also seems slightly miffed.]

I don't really think this is a great idea--

[Accord turns to address somebody behind her.]

It wasn't a great idea for you to get grabbed by an interdimensional anomaly either. Or bringing in another one of us. And yet here we are, aren't we?

...I'm sorry.

You made this bed, so we might as well lie in it. No sense hiding anything at this point considering we're already far more involved than Recorders ought to be. And you even got damaged! Honestly, do you want to end up broken?

Geez, I said I was sorry!

[Accord waves the other person off before readjusing the jewelry to show that she was, in fact, talking to... Accord? Only that one is clearly the one people know because she has a bandage on her cheek. She looks contrite.]

*ahem* I do hope my compatriot hasn't caused anybody too much trouble. Normally we have a strict non-interference policy in our work, but I suppose that's too much to ask for in this situation. *sigh* Anyway, I have been informed of the situation, and since this dovetails with our work, I suppose for now we will be more proactive. Although I really don't approve of such direct influence.

[The other Accord pulls her eye down and sticks her tongue out.]

Geez, they really sent a model with a stick up her--

[The foremost model clears her throat.]

ANYWAY. We are hereby offering our recording services on a more formal nature. If there are any questions, please feel free to let me know.

Or me! Come on, it's not like you're the boss!

I am simply interested in avoiding the loss of any more units. Is that too much to ask?

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[babbylon]

WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!

[Damn, Gilgamesh. You just went from kinda cool to totally blowing an aneurysm within the scope of several seconds. Not good.]

[of_her_own_accord]

[Oh look, the laughter is in stereo!]

Gosh, don't blow an artery. You should be more careful of your blood pressure at your age.

[The more formal one recomposes herself.]

Anyway, if all you've got to tell us is to stop existing, I think we may be at a wee bit of an impasse here. Suffice to say, we're not going anywhere anytime soon, and neither are you. The least we could do is at least TRY to work together.

[babbylon]

[Grumbling.]

Are you even the least bit familiar with my Epic? You very well should be if you're a supposed master of timelines. Otherwise you're just a sham.

[of_her_own_accord]

Depends. What's your name again?

[babbylon]

Gilgamesh.

[of_her_own_accord]

[The formal one closes her eyes for a bit, as if processing something, then opens them and speaks, in an odd fashion as if she's reciting.]

"Who is the mortal who can live forever? The life of man is short. Only the gods can live forever. Therefore put on new clothes, a clean robe and a cloak tied with a sash, and wash the filth of the journey from your body. Eat and drink your fill of the food and drink men eat and drink. Let there be pleasure and dancing."

...geez, though, you're a lot uglier of a person in reality than in the story.

[babbylon]

[To her credit, Gilgamesh actually sounds a little surprised by the quote. Perhaps he didn't believe their claims; perhaps it's a stark reminder of what once was to him. Either way, when he speaks it's again, it isn't quite as acidic as before.]

So they say. But stories cannot cover everything.

[of_her_own_accord]

So it seems.

[She crosses her arms. The other Accord tilts her head.]

I will readily admit that I cannot begin to know what your circumstances are, or how you have come to be who you are. But I do hope you have not completely forgone your humanity in the process of becoming an "immortal king."

[She looks at the other Accord, then back at him. There's a bit of melancholy in both of their eyes.]

After all, not all of us have the privilege.

[babbylon]

[There's a slight huff on his end, and then...]

You do much to presume. I did not know androids had such a tendency for sass.

[...but it may be considered progress that the words are no longer quite so murderous.]

[of_her_own_accord]

It's a carefully honed talent.

[Accord -- apparently "A1" now -- winks.]

Androids have traditionally been designed to be as close to human as possible, including emotions. It helps blend in better.

[babbylon]

Do not speak of humanity to me.

Whatever you are, you are not human. Not even close.

[of_her_own_accord]

...

Well, I suppose this is as close to amiable as we're going to get.

[She sighs, brushing her sleeve off. A2 shakes her head.]

Regardless of your personal opinions about us, we have our jobs to do. I do trust you can at least appreciate a sense of duty?

[babbylon]

[The silence that reigns for several seconds speaks to as much. Be grateful for the quiet drop on his hit list, ladies, that's about as good as it gets.]

Take some time and study up on my legend. That much will teach you the basics.

[of_her_own_accord]

[A1 would comment that she has the whole thing in her internal database, but she decides to appreciate the ceasefire for now. Even if A2 looks a little disappointed.]

Perhaps I shall at that.