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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]

Any assistance, no matter how slight, would be greatly appreciated.

[Gilgamesh isn't about to turn anyone away, novice or otherwise. His overflowing confidence more than compensates for any deficiencies on her part.]

There are others like you who would join us. Together, you will surely make a difference. The strategy here... it's strength. Strength and hope.

[cinnamoned]

Strength and hope. Sounds about as much of a plan as we usually have with everything back home. Just tell me when to meet you all there and I'll do what I can. Oh, and it's Snow.

[She may have seen Gil around a bit over the lockets, but not yet really paid too much mind. There are so many around, after all. Impossible to keep track of every single person. But she's willing to try work with him and others like Merida in an attempt to at least try make a difference.]

[babbylon]

You bear the name of one that is pure. When the snow melts, it becomes spring, so you should rest easy and take comfort. You are hope itself. You are the beauty that tomorrow brings. If you come with me, I will show you a miracle, Snow.

[A way with words may not be too far off the mark. Gilgamesh could irritate just as much as he could inspire when the time was right.]

[cinnamoned]

Such flattering words. You don't need to go that far. I will help. Or, I'll do what I can, at any rate. To assist in ensuring this 'miracle' has a better chance of happening.

[Gil please. Such flattering is hardly necessary. Not even taking the whole 'True Love' husband back home into account. If Snow sees people in need of help, she will do what she can, as much as she can take on without entirely working herself to death.]

[babbylon]

You are dubious of said miracle?

[Yes, he caught that. He's got awfully sharp ears for being an awfully big blowhard.]

[cinnamoned]

No. I'm hopeful. I always try to be. With enough warning and preparation, perhaps this will work out. We won't know unless we do at least try help somehow. Are the people there still being moved or are they already safe elsewhere? I imagine we want them to be settled before trying anything.

[Just to be on the safe side. If possible. If there are many even really left by now.]

[babbylon]

Then bring all the hope you can spare. We're going to need it.

[It has to work out. Gilgamesh doesn't entertain the notion of failure, not when the stakes are this high.]

We've quite a few residents that have stubbornly lingered despite the dangers. If you believe you're up to the task, they could use some kindly convincing. Barring that, we need to shed a bit of dead weight before lift-off. Your powers will prove useful there.

[cinnamoned]

I think most would probably say I've too much hope. But, of course. I will.

[And that's where the sigh comes in and she purses her lips.]

Some are that stubborn. Or they don't believe they've anywhere else to go. They don't want to leave their homes. Understandable, but dangerous. At the very least, I can try assist with my earth-bending. Possibly improve on it in preparation if I get the chance to practice more with it.