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[babbylon]

[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!"]

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[babbylon]

[She isn't mad? Oh, no, she absolutely will be in person, will no doubt tell him off for being an imbecile and a fool and a million other things besides, but he can see what she's doing. She's trying to be supportive, to play the role of the proper Lady backing her king in the only way she can manage.

And he smiles for it, and indeed looks at ease, and wishes more than anything he could hold her hand and tug her through those Seelie crowds and shout look here, I love this woman, and I don't give a damn what you think about it.]

When it's over, I'll find you. And I'll find solace in your arms, and apologize a thousand times over.

[For now, there's nothing to be sorry for. This is where his path leads. He regrets nothing.]

[erythristic]

That I take as promise, Gilgamesh.

[she knows he wouldn't dare break it. that whatever this outcome may be (and Grell hopes for him, offers silent prayer that they do create a miracle) at the end of it, he'll come back to her, reborn and shining like the evening star.

there can be no regrets, no apologies now. only conviction and faith in every part of the soul.]

...For all their sakes, I give you one thing that might help.

Feoh and Ur, under the autumn branches, Algiz above, Wyn below, traced in blood above your heart. And with every breath you take, have no doubts and no fear. The power comes from you as the beginning and the end, the First World and the first of heroes. So it has been spoken.

[it's a collection of runes that on their own may do little, but his confidence will add much to. the equivalent of a kiss for luck through these devices.]

[babbylon]

A promise never to be broken.

[Under pain of further death. No regrets, no apologies, only confidence moving forward. He listens to the advice she gives and commits it memory, can't bear to tell her that on the average day he's marked himself silly with blood for this very purpose. He's become addicted to it and no one would be surprised, really. He's a man of indulgence and pleasures, so to in this.

So it has been spoken, so it will be done. He dips his head in deference to his Lady, and she can rest easy her orders will be carried through.]

Look after you and yours, Lady. I regret it some, that our blades may never cross again, but...

[He manages a small smile. It's arrogant. It's haughty. It's absolutely Gilgamesh.]

Now I can simply raise mine in your honor.

[erythristic]

[that smile is enough for her to go on, and she'll give him one of her own. genuinely amused, warm, her eyes speaking of the faith she gives without a word.

you carry my favour with you, the look says. she knows he'll get the message.]