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[babbylon]

Not there, you idiot! There, along with the rest of them! I told you thrice already!

[A bustling scene of one of Leathann's many ports comes into view over the locket, suspended in air by magic. Atop a tower of crates, as if standing upon his very own throne, Gilgamesh orders groups of various people about, directing resources and refugees alike. He seems very much in his element here, and only after several moments does he bother addressing his audience.

Giving a crisp salute with his fingers, Gilgamesh grins.]

Ah, yes, I just remembered! All of you, get down to Leathann immediately. I require your aid. We're saving this island.

[And there, just like that, he announces impossible intentions as casual as could be: we're saving this island. He sounds so utterly convinced with himself, blows past the matter so quickly, there's no doubt Gilgamesh believes every word of it.

There will be a miracle in Leathann, and Gilgamesh will be the hero to usher it in.]

So by order of the King of Heroes, [a booming declaration, a sweeping gesture] HAUL ASS! I expect the very best from each and every one of you!

[...someone throws a rotten tomato at Gilgamesh from the gathered crowd.]

Wh... wh... who did that?! WHO FALLS FIRST UPON MY BLESSED BLADE?! ENUMA—

[The feed shuts off abruptly as that tower topples over. Whoops.]

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[babbylon]

[He's definitely not going anywhere anytime soon. As to be expected, he looks more than a little put out when she arrives, pouting with arms crossed and muttering something or another to himself about stupid peasants.

But she's beautiful, as always, and that does cheer him a little. He looks up and forces a smile, and when she cleans his face, he reaches forward for her hand... and draws it to his cheek.]

I am grateful.

[Never let it go unsaid that Gilgamesh can't find the words thank you once in a blue Drabwurld moon.]

[showmeyourwreath]

You're welcome, anytime.

[She lets him do as he will (as is often the case, sigh), but she does brush her thumb back against his cheek.

She's a little weak to Gilgamesh sometimes--just an itty, bitty tiny bit--she must admit, and she laughs a little to herself, discreetly as something comes to mind.]

[babbylon]

[Once, he would've bristled at being laughed at, but now he understands she means well, and it's good to hear her laugh, so he forgives it with a softer smile. At least he smiles at all now, has reason to even in the midst of this madness.

I'm glad we met. A brighter expression says what words do not and likely cannot.]

I would ask after you, but I know you're well. You always are.

[Somehow. Sometimes he envies such a temperament, but only sometimes.]

Tell me of what you've seen, my beautiful eyes and ears. Surely you've heard whispers I have not.

[showmeyourwreath]

[What she finds so funny is a secret: that he can be so calming for her, even while they are so close to the edge of the world and she wonders if she still would be even if they were right there.

But, of course, here's hoping she never has to find out.

When he says she is well, she falters slightly before perking up once more. She is and she isn't, but she can do something about it. It's not worth speaking about.]

Ah! Funny you should ask. [She withdraws her hand and snaps her fingers and a shimmering golden bloom appears, its petals closed, and sleeping.]

I grew a lot of specially enchanted flowers around the island that people will be compelled to notice. This is a master bloom. You can speak to the rest through it or listen in to what people have to say. Not everyone knows where they need to or even can be, especially if they don't have the money. It's been helpful in directing others or letting me know when they're ready to move.

Time to wake up, little one. [The flower unfurls and makes a noise very much like a yawn as she shakes her petals. After a moment's thought, Flora sprinkles more magic on it.] That should help with the things people are throwing. Some of them are really nasty little things, like bad luck coppers.

[She sighs, pouting very lightly. She can understand their anger and frustration, really she does and doesn't blame them for it, but what mean-spirited creativity.]

Unless you know how to counter them, don't catch them, don't touch them, don't even look at them the wrong way. [The way her face goes ever so slightly red may or may not suggest she's already been victim to them, somehow.

Flora bites her index finger, and for a moment her canines are dangerously sharp, like wolf fangs, and beads of blood start to form. She tells her flower to hold still, and draws a rune on its underside to some giggling and a mention that it tickles.]

Sehan. [There is a small waver in the air, a feeling of power locking into place.] And this is for luck.