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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[babbylon]

[Uuuuuugh.]

...don't force that swill upon me again. Or pointlessly dreary discussion of kingly duty.

[ranthatbitchover]

There was nothing wrong with that wine!!

[Not that it could compare to Archer's, but no, he's not admitting that out loud.]

Besides, it was Saber who prompted that discussion, not I. I simply wanted to strategize and enjoy some drinking!

[babbylon]

[He doesn't have to. Gil knows. Gil always knows.]

What other strategy could there have been, other than your unconditional surrender? You jest too much, King of Conquerors, even for a jester born.

[ranthatbitchover]

[Warning: Mind your eardrums.]

BAHAHAHAAHAHAAAAAAAA!!

MY unconditional surrender? You got a little too close to the sun there, Goldie! Clearly the heat of your realm has addled your mind! The King of Conquerors does not surrender even in the face of certain death!! I enjoy everything up until my very last moment!!

[babbylon]

I am the sun.

[...well, were you expecting any other answer, Rider?]

And as it was you whose wings melted, it was you who flew too high.

[ranthatbitchover]

[He was. Don't know why. He really should have expected that very same response.]

My wings? Ha! the great Iskandar has no need of wings to fly!! Thunder and lightning serve as my wings! Thunder and lightning cannot melt!

[...metaphors. Rider doesn't...always get them...]