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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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[Faolan is not certain that the other man's opinion of him will change, if he is found out for who he is. But if he wants his help then Gilgamesh must accept him for who and what he is, regardless of that. And regardless of the fact that Faolan is the Hound, he does have resources at his fingertips. Good ones.]

As far as I can recall, we were properly introduced at the time. My name is Faolan.

[Which, if Gilgamesh is an observant man, will be enough to place him. Yes, it was back then. Yes, he was with Lancelot. The Seelie Marshall's Hound, Sunlight's Shadow, wherever the other man goes, so too (generally) does Faolan. He does not call nearly as much attention to himself, and he does is not anywhere near the public figure that Lancelot is (for obvious and less-than-obvious reasons), but he is there. He was there. For better or worse.]

[...ah. Gilgamesh's face lights up with recognition, and then so sinks. Lancelot's crony, then. Likely his paranoia's already been set off and he's halfway to ferrying this information along to his master as they speak. Faithful dog, indeed.

Gilgamesh strains in his attempts at politeness, but he does make the effort all the same.]

It surprises me you would lend aid. Perhaps it is true that duty comes first for you Seelie.

[He makes the distinction of you Seelie this time, just the slightest bit sharp. Only if Faolan strains might he hear it, might he know of his true intent.]

[Faolan hangs on to every nuance of the other man's expression. He does not know what Gilgamesh is thinking, although he can imagine. At least, for whatever the reveal has brought Gilgamesh has managed to keep himself civil.

The 'you Seelie' comment narrows his brows, however. What is he getting at, there? Might as well just come out and ask.]

What exactly do you mean by that? [Faolan is an impressive frowner.]

[For daring to venture beyond where he should, Faolan gets a rare thing for his bravery—or perhaps stupidity. A kernel of honesty from the mouth of a liar.]

Truly, I don't understand these Courts of yours. I don't understand your ranks and your titles and these crowns I'm intended to obey; I don't understand it because I was born beyond it. For five thousand years I've stood apart from it, from mortal concerns.

[The same cycle. The same mistakes. The same sorts of people behind them all. This was world was different in some ways yet tragically alike in others.]

So this war, this Void, these things I must do, or else decay... they are...

[Gilgamesh makes a gesture as if to grasp at something. Shakes his head, shrugs his shoulders.]

...also beyond me. You must understand.

[The answer gives Faolan pause, although he has to wonder at it. It makes sense, the way that he carries himself against others, that he should think in such a way. He forgets that not everyone has been around for as long as he has himself, that not everyone in the court these days knows of the background he came from. Or perhaps they do, and it's just that this Gilgamesh does not care to take account of such things.]

You seem to me like a man used to creating the rules, not following them, yes. What you must understand yourself in turn is that no one comes into this world loyal to one side or the other. We are sorted based on some form of inner attributes, and are told we must fight their battles and win their war for them. No, it does not make sense. There are some who have embraced the idea of it simply because that is what they are told to [Lancelot, for one] but there are those of us beyond that who need further reason than that to step into the roles assigned us.

But you cheapen each and every one if you limit us only to the codes of our court, when you say yourself that you would not accurately be limited thus. Perhaps you have lived for five thousand years - or more - but there is still learning to be had in this land, sir.

[A beat:] I have never been a member of the Seelie court, for one. Not now nor when I still possessed this shard of theirs. I may serve under her queen, but I have never served the queen herself.

[Under ordinary circumstances, Gilgamesh would've bristled at being spoken to in such a way, would've argued against everything he said on sheer principle. But there's conviction behind his words, and they ring with a certain truth he can't deny. Even if they disagree, he can't claim Faolan has thrown himself half-heartedly into this conflict.

And ultimately, Gilgamesh respects that conviction, that loyalty. Just as he places utmost faith in own knight, Gilgamesh now knows Lancelot has found a worthy man to serve under him. He bows his head to no one else, but when he replies, it's even. Level-headed. Agreeable.]

You serve your chosen liege with honor and hold yourself with dignity. I acknowledge it.

[That he has much to learn, as well, but this he doesn't as readily admit to. But he does smile, just a little. More of a telling smirk, really.]

I will save my island, Faolan. I will save these people. Believe in this decree, so sworn upon the grace and glory of my crown, as well as my life, for what value it yet holds in this land of learned folk. It is a promise beyond that code and any other such distinctions that so limit us.

[Faolan nods in response to that. He doesn't know what he's said exactly, but whatever it is, he's not questioning it if it's given him some sort of respect in the other man's eyes. Or at least acknowledgment, at the very least.]

As I said, I cannot help myself. But that does not mean that I do not believe in your cause. I will lend aid of my own, as too I'm certain will Lancelot. But my own perhaps may come through different channels.

[Super cryptic, there, Faolan, but then he can't come out and say "hey I've got spies that I want to protect".] If you will trade in information, then I will trade in means.

[That fledgling smile broadens to a knowing grin. So the hound's got a sharper nose than he suspected, hm? Good on him, and all the better for him to offer. Gilgamesh makes an accommodating gesture, just as receptive to shrewdness and he is to praise.]

What's mine is yours, friend of Lancelot.

[And really, what more need be said than that? It's the language of business. And though he's far from a spy, Gilgamesh has dealt in business before. He's not entirely built of bluster, as it turns out.]

I've a few points of contact throughout the island. We shall see what they can provide in these... trying times.

[Faolan nods in response to the other man's offer. He'll take it, for what it's worth.]

You know how to reach me and where I am. I will send men on the ground. Anything beyond that, you will have to contact me in regards to personally. [A beat.] I hope that you do. I have been to Leathann myself, and I would hate to see it taken from us.

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I AM SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE work/life/accidentally maaring my inbox ate this :(

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WHOA sorry about the tl;dr as well faolan is kind of passionate about this

it was in fact precisely the right kind of tl;dr GOOD JOB FAOLAN

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