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eachdraidh2015-09-08 07:34 pm
babbylon) wrote in eachdraidh2015-09-08 07:34 pm
video; seelie + unseelie (hermione-net.)
[The feed opens to a broad view of a dilapidated Leathann. The buildings no longer shine with pristine gold; the people no longer laugh and smile and conduct their business in the market square. Instead, there's a large crowd that's gathered around him, and an even bigger one working in the background. Hauling off rotten pieces of plywood, handing out strange necklaces of ground blood and feathers, and doing whatever they can as fast as they can for the sake of the island's survival.
And in the middle stands Gilgamesh, clad in his gilded armor, as he addresses both the remaining citizens and the compass, suspended before him by magic. For those who've seen him recently, they'll know he's at the end of his figurative rope; none of that exhaustion shows through now, however.
Now, he radiates only confidence and strength and so wields the full force of his Charisma for all to behold.]
People of the Drabwurld, hear me. I address you in the hopes I find sympathetic ears and minds, undeafened by the pull of the Void and unclouded by improper judgment. I have decreed it that Leathann shall not fall. Not to looming apocalypse, nor anything else.
[Sharp eyes lift to scan across the faces present. These are the few, the faithful. The ones left behind. He speaks to them as much as his outside audience.]
I am the Hero of the Garden. I alone may till it as I see fit. I will not abide another power, some rival god or false messiah. I will not abide an end that comes without my authority behind it. What of fate? What of destiny? I curse them both and pursue my own path, as should you.
[Some scattered cheers rise up, but Gilgamesh ignores them, and confronts those tuning in proper.]
I call upon each and every one of you to assist me in this endeavor! See that Leathann lives and that we all may face tomorrow, together!
[Gilgamesh clenches his fist and shouts; even over a distance, the force of it nearly can be felt.]
Rally to me! The time has come, the miracle descends now! The miracle Gilgamesh has wrought, which shines beyond the darkness! IRNITTU!*
[Is he aware of how ridiculous he sounds? Probably not. The feed remains on and follows Gilgamesh about his rounds as he pitches in his own efforts in various ways. He's open to discussion, but don't expect much in the way of listening to any disagreement. He's effectively immune with his current mood.
*"Victory!"]
(( Accompanying log here! ))
And in the middle stands Gilgamesh, clad in his gilded armor, as he addresses both the remaining citizens and the compass, suspended before him by magic. For those who've seen him recently, they'll know he's at the end of his figurative rope; none of that exhaustion shows through now, however.
Now, he radiates only confidence and strength and so wields the full force of his Charisma for all to behold.]
People of the Drabwurld, hear me. I address you in the hopes I find sympathetic ears and minds, undeafened by the pull of the Void and unclouded by improper judgment. I have decreed it that Leathann shall not fall. Not to looming apocalypse, nor anything else.
[Sharp eyes lift to scan across the faces present. These are the few, the faithful. The ones left behind. He speaks to them as much as his outside audience.]
I am the Hero of the Garden. I alone may till it as I see fit. I will not abide another power, some rival god or false messiah. I will not abide an end that comes without my authority behind it. What of fate? What of destiny? I curse them both and pursue my own path, as should you.
[Some scattered cheers rise up, but Gilgamesh ignores them, and confronts those tuning in proper.]
I call upon each and every one of you to assist me in this endeavor! See that Leathann lives and that we all may face tomorrow, together!
[Gilgamesh clenches his fist and shouts; even over a distance, the force of it nearly can be felt.]
Rally to me! The time has come, the miracle descends now! The miracle Gilgamesh has wrought, which shines beyond the darkness! IRNITTU!*
[Is he aware of how ridiculous he sounds? Probably not. The feed remains on and follows Gilgamesh about his rounds as he pitches in his own efforts in various ways. He's open to discussion, but don't expect much in the way of listening to any disagreement. He's effectively immune with his current mood.
*"Victory!"]
(( Accompanying log here! ))
locket; voice (private)
[It wouldn't take him long to reach the main city with Blue, but he still wanted to check in.]
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Earth isn't easy. [Especially with a landmass as big as Leathann, but he doesn't say that. Not to mention that magic wasn't his strong suit anyway.] But I'll do what I can.