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Caster | Gilgamesh ([personal profile] fwahaha) wrote in [community profile] balance_memes 2019-10-10 05:37 am (UTC)

gilgamesh (caster) | fate | cleric

i. like two ships passing in the night
What are you looking to me for? [Despite the eyebrow he raises, Caster could not look more bored with the present situation. He makes no move to stand closer to his companion. His posture does not shift and there isn't a visible ounce of tension to him.] You were the fool who wanted to help.

[It had actually taken some serious persuasion to get Gilgamesh to abandon the main street (if a path could be called that in a dingy little town like Phlan) and follow the sounds of the woman crying to the backalley. He didn't make any specific arguments as to why he was refusing, but he only conceded when an agreement appeared to be reach that whatever trouble was to be found would be up to his companion to resolve. Not him.]

It's your mess. Clean it up.
ii. the market
Pathetic, [he mutters to himself.]

[He is not referring to the state of the market as far as the stalls themselves are concerned. Uruk was really not in much better shape when he returned as far as closures and meager offerings were concerned. No, what he's referring to is the people themselves. It would be one thing if they had grown complacent, but that seems too generous a label. They seem to merely accept everything as it is, and Gilgamesh cannot help but see this as a lack of pride.]

[He's also real sick of cabbage soup already and pushes the bowl away from himself back to the vendor.]
iii. missing cargo
[The King of Heroes turns slowly towards his companion.]

Was I unclear about the importance of stealth?

[While true that it's difficult to pry open crates without making any noise whatsoever, the gusto or lack of care his companion has chosen to open them with leaves something to be desired. Gilgamesh cannot tell if the clattering has brought about any attention just yet, but that's clearly not stopped him from commenting.]

Perhaps I ought to head back and find those atrocious musicians from last night to serenade us while we work.
iv. wildcard
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