possibly headed somewhere soon? or maybe not idk

[babbylon]

I am neither childish, nor do I babble. Your clever attempts at wordplay fail to amuse, mongrel.

[...Saber's practically a saint for dealing with you, Gil. You're lucky she didn't cleave your head off while she was smiting metaphysical evil.]

Was she, though? The lonely king dying upon the lonely hill... [Grinning like a creeper, yep.] 'tis a shame I couldn't have partaken in such an agonizing view for myself. Alas, only the whims of ants might entertain me now.

[So you wait.]

Indeed. So I wait.

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that's King of the Britons to you, archie

[onceandfutureknight]

[The unfortunate nature of Saber is that despite her best efforts and Gilgamesh's abhorrent personality, the truth of his words still stings. She'll simply hope the flinch in her expression is more subtle than it felt.]

I shall keep my own council on that end, King of Heroes.

[Mind your own damn business, pompous douche.]

My blade is all the brightness you need bother to acknowledge.

wow look out we got a bad class in here

[babbylon]

[He feels it. Intimately. Far too intimately than might prove comfortable for her, as the perversion just spreads across his face in the form of a diseased grin.]

The brightness that you shattered into so many pieces, yes. Even in that blinding light, I could practically taste those tears of yours. [An indulgent sigh.] The beautiful king, weeping into the night. How disgustingly picturesque, her suffering. How enchantingly rapturous, her surrender.

Hey that D Rank Luck could happen to anybody.......

[onceandfutureknight]

[At least Gilgamesh's...honesty gave Saber the opportunity to swap her uncomfortable frown for one of clear disgust and offense. And also gave her a good, solid reminder of why her MO when it came to Gilgamesh tended to be 10000% Done With Your Shit. As usual, his mannerisms bewildered her, as a slight squint might indicate.]

Do you hope to distract me from battle with such trifles of poetry? [She'd heard better from Gawain, to be honest.] I have no time for childish games of poor flattery; need I remind you of the war at hand? [Or perhaps of the glowing sword in her hand? Details.] My business with you is as an opponent for the Grail.

[Not that taking on Archer alone was a wise battle tactic, but she wasn't attempting to challenge him. Not here. Not yet.

Eventually.]

he'll gladly tell you what that D stands for seibaa just ask

[babbylon]

[Worse than Gawain? Color him offended, if utterly unable to give a damn who that even was. As it stands now, he's just chuckling under his breath and oh, how unfortunate, how regrettable. She doesn't seem to know yet.

To tell, or not to tell, or... hold it over her head like a death flag. Yes, that last option appeals most.]

Were it my desire, I've no need for words to woo you. Nor battles, for that matter. [His smile turns a touch pitiful.] You ruin yourself well enough.