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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[shiprekt]

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Agonizing view? [Rider grins slightly, shrugging one of her shoulders in a casual, almost mocking manner.] Well, I suppose if that's what raises your sails I've got no right to judge. A man's habits are his own.

[babbylon]

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Was that supposed to be innuendo? It has him chuckling, which likely isn't a good sign.]

I am no mere man. Look upon me with the proper respect, or else avert your eyes, [waaaaaait for it] harlot.

[shiprekt]

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Laughter's never a bad sign. Unless it's Gilgamesh. Then you just want to punch him in the face. But that's more an inherit skill than anything else. Face Punchablity: EX.]

The respect you've got is the respect you've earned. Besides, I'd say I've even been quite civil. Oh, and the word you're looking for is pirate, mate. Bit of a crossover every now and then, though the main difference is you screw one and you get screwed by the other.

[babbylon]

[Too much incomprehensibly scummy sailor lingo in this conversation. Needs more wine.

...oh, there it is. Thanks, nonexistent laws of metaphysics, he'll just take a long, hearty sip to calm his prickling temper back down again. Not that it'll last with such stellar company.]

You seem to think yourself quite clever. I assure you that you are not.

[shiprekt]

[Breaking out the wine already. It's a good thing he hasn't met Nero.]

And yet here you are, speaking with me all the same. I'm getting mixed signals here, King of Heroes. Don't tell me you've taken a shine to me. Because I assure you, you couldn't afford me.

[babbylon]

[Mordred was more than enough. He doesn't need yet another blonde brat with daddy issues shambling in here.]

How does that modern saying go, again? "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free"? [Calling you a whore, by the way. Just in case you missed that.] If you'd honor titles, then honor decorum. Unless you'd prefer it be taught more... personally.

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[shiprekt]

[Snrk.

Okay. Calm down. Don't burst out laughing.]

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[shiprekt]

[Alright, she's good.]

As enticing as that sounds, I'm afraid I'll have to pass. You've already taught me more about your...fixations [Fetishes.] than I needed to know.

[babbylon]

[A wise choice. She would've gotten a lot worse than a glare or a good punch for any overt insolence. The dismissal is simply brushed off as poor taste, a common enough affliction to forgive.]

Oh? Any lessons worth imparting I would know of first, so you claim false. This brazenness, however... I do recognize it.

[shiprekt]

[How kind of him. You're a saint, Gilgamesh.]

A common trait shared among my class, no doubt, should a glance above prove anything.

[Now she's just being cheeky.]

[babbylon]

Indeed.

[Raising his half-drained glass, as if to toast. Himself, her, or maybe... no, just himself.]

Only your kind charges so recklessly to their own demise, Rider. Knaves masquerading as kings, fools pitted against legends.

[shiprekt]

[There's no stopping her flood of laughter. Of course it's quite clear she's not laughing at him. Rather, laughing at the fact that he's got a point.]

You do raise a good point there, Blondie! But an explosive demise shoots me just fine. It's the fate that awaits all scoundrels like me, so why not embrace it? I'd gladly charge in recklessly full of liquor and mirth every time.

[babbylon]

Incorrigible wretch.

[...but he's seeming slightly nostalgic as he says it. Looks like you're off the hook this time, you slimy little scoundrel, you.]