voice-testing, possibly going somewhere

[anti_altruisms]

Don't sound so pleased with yourself. The name you picked out wasn't that original.

[ Shut up, Archer, no one cares what you think!! ]

Tch. So what now? You think it pleases me to be dragged around by a child like you?

Whatever "adventures" you have in mind won't be anything I haven't seen before.

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[babbylon]

[Gilgamesh doesn't say anything at first. He just watches and blinks, not quite sure what he's supposed to be looking at... only that he shouldn't be looking at it. And only after a great deal of staring does he even bother; when he does, he sounds less than impressed.]

"Archer"...?

[defenceless]

Are they your Master, Archer? If not, I don't see why you're complaining.

[anti_altruisms]

[ "Less than impressed" is a state of being for him, really. He's seen so much destruction, death, and idiocy (quite of bit of it his own), that very little phases him anymore.

Running into Gilgamesh here is far from a surprise. ]

So they tell me.

[ "They" being the powers that be, that determine the class of Heroic Spirits. Not he particularly cares about classifications. He is a one-trick pony, after all. ]

Does it bother you, King of Heroes?

[anti_altruisms]

It would appear so, Rin.

[ On the surface, anyway. ]

Or at least, she decides where I'm going to go.

1/2

[defenceless]

[babbylon]

[A moment more, then...]

I see. So you're that sort of irregularity.

2/2

[defenceless]

—Wh-What's this all about?! The nerve! I still have my Command Seals!

[shows them, actually no just kind of shoves them rudely in archer's face

you're welcome.]

You're still my Archer, so she better shape up and recognize what's going on here or I'll show her a thing or two!

[anti_altruisms]

[ Of course, he would be able to tell. Archer knows the tale, how the first hero of legend came about. The first and most powerful of Heroic Spirits, the king among them -- it didn't surprise him then, and it doesn't surprise him now.

He is a sham, and he isn't blind to that fact. ]

As you say, King of Heroes.

I'm different from the rest.

[ A very dry statement, as if to say: What of it? ]

[babbylon]

[Gilgamesh laughs, waves his hand as if to wave that claim aside.]

Hardly. I'm certain you bleed much the same as the others, as with any man. You are not so special.

[anti_altruisms]

[ He looks at her, and though it doesn't show on his face, it pricks whatever is left of his heart.

Being around her, he is reminded far too much of what it felt like to be human. ]

Is that how it is?

[ He scoffs lightly. ]

What do you plan to do about it? Rin Tohsaka.

[anti_altruisms]

"Different" and "special" are two entirely different things.

[ There's nothing "special" about what he is. He sold his afterlife for a fantasy - and broken ideal that was impossible to achieve no matter how beautiful it seemed to him at the time. ]

Though I suppose you would mistake the difference.

[babbylon]

You suppose I would make a mistake?

[Eyebrows raised. Not aggravated, not yet, but annoyance may be right around the corner, and that leads nowhere good.]

[anti_altruisms]

There is no such thing as perfection.

[ Not for ideals and certainly not for individuals. ]

[invisiblade]

Are you truly confident you have seen all there is to see, even in this dimension, Archer?

[Saber doesn't sound convinced...!]

[babbylon]

Perhaps for you. In which case you have my sincerest pity.

[anti_altruisms]

I have no interest in the fanciful whims of a child.

[ Besides which, if he goes where his new "master" wishes to send him, it'll just be more of the same. ]

[defenceless]

... Yes. That's how it is. Just deal with it.

[her voice drops a little too quickly, to a tone that's a little too soft. she bows her head, looks away. there's faint color to her cheeks and it would be easy to tease her, for her servant.

but when they're alone, she can be like this. no one's watching, right?

forget that rude mun person]

I'll use one of my Command Seals and summon you back to me, of course. You can't refuse a given order.

[anti_altruisms]

[ Pity? Archer actually laughs. ]

You should keep it for yourself.

[babbylon]

Pity, or the urge to annihilate you from the face of the world. I can't quite decide which.

[anti_altruisms]

[ She's always been easy to tease for him. Since the day she summoned him, even before he started to remember.

It would be easy, but he doesn't tease her this time. ]

Of course. How could I refuse.

[ Then- ]

You've always been a slave driver.

[ Well. Maybe just a little. ]

[anti_altruisms]

[ The most deadpan expression ever. Are you really gonna get into a dick-measuring contest with him here? ]

[babbylon]

[Yes and also yes.]

What? That doesn't pique your interest? And here my mundane just finished telling me about your love of swords.

[anti_altruisms]

[ Archer scoffs. ]

A love of swords doesn't mean I want to see yours.

[babbylon]

Don't be so sure.

[anti_altruisms]

[ Yeah, see this unimpressed face? He's sure. ]