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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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.