breuddwyd {009} nawfed

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{Action I} - Closed to 450 Stone

[She was messing with a plastic bag full of strange looking lumps of...something. Two young dogs came running when they heard it.]

Rhinwedd, Kulaba, sit.

[And like obedient little puppies, they did! So a treat they receive. It was nice that they were well trained at such a young age...Enkidu had done well.]

Would you children like to go on a walk? You have behaved quite well today.

[Well...looks like she can't manage to find their leashes.]

{Action II} - Open; All over town

[There is a very small blond woman walking down the street with two very well behaved puppies on leashes. They're extremely curious, however, and she occasionally has a hard time keeping them on course.

And one of them is escaping at this moment only to run up and sniff the first person he sees.]

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[An enormous blond man is walking down the street with his own puppy, which is causing havoc everywhere. He seems not to know how to handle it well. It runs over to sniff the other puppy, which, if they're of Enkidu's discovered brood, are the same litter.]

"Ho there, Tarik! Found your brothers again!" [he will walk over to them, trying to retrieve his little monster.]

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[One utterance of her voice was all that was needed for her own dog to sit down immediately.]

Kulaba, sit.

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

[That voice. He pauses, looks up, and sees her.]

"Ah. Saber. Well met."

[He has grown since the last time she saw him. Some 8 1/2 feet tall now, muscled in an inhuman way. His face is the same, but his body is now grossly genehanced and shaped for war. Rin has compared this form to Berserker, and this is an apt comparison, for reference.]

[His voice is even deeper than before, a gravelly boom as he greets her.]

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...Garviel...? Is that you?

Kubala, come. [Obediently, he does so, sitting at her feet as soon as he gets to her]

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"Indeed. This is my form as an Astartes. I apologize if it is a shocking thing. It is a sacrifice required for the sort of wars that we fight."

[he ventures a small smile, and says.]

"Are you all right now? You were quite distraught, recently... I was worried."

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I would not say distraught...the situation with Gilgamesh is simply...aggravating.

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

"Wait.... Gilgamesh?"

[his eyes narrow.]

"How do you know him?"

[Oh Garvi. He never did put two and two together.]

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Oh, did I not tell you? He is my husband.

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"How......" [he looks at a loss for polite words.]

"That must be a trial for you. He has potential to be a truly great man, and he wastes it, relying on the glories of his past, and refusing to help the people here."

[he kneels, picking up Tarik, who makes happy little barks as he does so, holding him in one hand.]

"In some ways he reminds me of the Warmaster, my Primarch. Horus Lupercal. Similarly inspiring, able to lead and fight with no equal. And yet... something corrupted them both. With Horus, it was the warp. I have yet to ascertain what changed Gilgamesh from a King worth following, to the sort of fellow I have seen today."

[he looks thoughtfully at Saber.]

"Forgive me for this imposition, but perhaps you know?"

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You seem to have a very strong opinion of him. I am not saying you are wrong, but I must ask how long you have known him, and at what lengths you have spoken to him?

[A small pause before she sighs]

Gilgamesh suffered at the hands of a jealous goddess. His only brother was taken from him...I suspect that left a lasting wound. I hope that with his brother's arrival here, he will begin to improve, but I am not an expert.

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"About a month. I have spoken at length to him twice. First, when I initially arrived here. He struck me as arrogant, but if his words were true, then he was a formidable man. I thought the idea of leading his people against the gods was admirable. He insulted my Emperor, so we parted on poor terms. I saw him at a party, a bit later, but felt it would be better to leave well enough alone, he was lounging and seemed unlikely to lash out at anyone in the midst of revelry."

"It was our second meeting that makes me wonder about him more, though. He began issuing a challenge on the phone, and seemed mad. I thought it best to see to it that he did not harm an innocent, so I sought him out. I found him confronting a friend of mine, and fought in her place."

[he pauses, looking down at Tarik, who whines for attention.]

"In truth, I just wanted to speak to him again, to see if there was more to him."

[he is quiet.]

"There was. Somewhere within him. We fought, and I learned more of his story... and he asked me to serve him. But I refused. He still refuses compassion to those who are weak, to see the need to lift them up, instead of spurning them. If he would acknowledge this, I would fight by his side as his brother."

[When he hears another piece of his story, he nods, and looks once more to his newly-acquired dog. Tarik. Named for one of his own dead brothers, the idiot trickster. The blunt advisor. The hero of the battles with the Interex, and so many other wars.]

"I can understand this pain well. I had many brothers, as Astartes we were all made the same. But I had three in particular, one, lost to death, the other two, to betrayal. What is the name of his brother?"