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He would find them all with mighty vengeance.

Who: Gilgamesh & you!
Where: Streets of Prospero
When: Tonight's dark hour.
What: Gilgamesh decides to extend his search for V/V into the dark hour. The results aren't pretty.
Rating: PG-13, possibly R.
Warnings: Probably lots of violence, blood, screaming of the explicative nature, and general drama.
Status: Open to all~

He wasn't entirely sure why he was still looking for her at this point. Several people, including himself, had spent the better part of the day searching for the missing angel. They found nothing. But he couldn't leave it at that. There was something wrong with this, and he could feel. She had to be somewhere on this damned island, and he was going to find her. And of course, he did find her. But he was starting to wish he hadn't.

It was a lump. A lump that he knew was the former angel. Her body was cold and lifeless, and looked as if she had been discarded as a rag doll. Upon closer inspection, it was obvious what had killed her. It wasn't any of these damned shadows. Someone on this island had strangled her to death. But who? Why? V/V wasn't like the rest of these mongrels. She had not a shed of impurity within her being. He couldn't even think of anyone that would do such a thing.

He's experienced the death of close friends before. This should be nothing new, right? But it was wrong. All wrong. Memories of his own best friend's death came flashing back before his very eyes, and he let out a yell that could very well wake the coffined people from their sleep. At that moment, a voice spoke inside his head.

Son of the Gods.
Do you wish to protect those who have yet to be tainted by this corrupt world?
Call upon me. With my winds, I will carry you to victory.

"Pazuzu... The God of the Southwest Wind. Come forth and help me defeat the cowards that would dare to lay a hand on those who can not defend themselves. PERSONA!"

A sudden gust of wind rips through the alleyway, sending various objects flying into the streets. Shadows that happen to wander into the alley are just as quickly repelled by more bursts of wind, and then quickly sliced apart by a certain king. But he doesn't stop there. He roams the streets, seeking out any Shadow that would dare advance towards him. You may very well run into him killing off hordes of shadows at a time, a certain winged lionman flying behind him and assisting with the attacks. Will you stare in awe or join him? The choice is yours.

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Ryu hasn't been training with this new sword for long, but it's working just fine for him. He's slashing through Shadows relatively easily, but when he hears the shout he races towards it. He blinks in surprise at the man driving hordes of Shadows back, and slashes at one that tries to scurry away from him.

It's funny. You would figure if these shadows had any intelligence, they would all be running away from such a furious rage of a king. But it only seems the more he or Pazuzu kill, the more they come pouring in. Ryu might want to watch out, considering a few of them are approaching from behind him. Of course, Gilgamesh catches this and... has Pazuzu send another blast of wind his way.

"Dodge, you idiot!"

Ryu dives to the side, not caring about the insult. He turns around and summons Seiryu, flames assaulting the Shadows. He frowns when one seems to not be hurt by it, slashing it to ribbons quickly.

He works his way towards Gilgamesh, unwilling to leave someone alone in this mess.

This kid obviously has some balls. Not that he knows what mental state Gilgamesh is currently in, but it should be obvious by just how uncaring his movements have been. He's dealing out killing blows, but he's also receiving plenty of damage himself without really giving a damn.

"If you want to some of these abominations for yourself, be my guest. Just don't get in my way again."

He nods and clears out what Shadows he can, aware that Gilgamesh looks unstable but not really caring.

"Are you going to be all right?"

He nearly breaks into uncontrollable laughter at the boy's question.

"I'm the King of Heroes. If I couldn't take these beasts, I would be in sad shape."

And off he goes to gather more Shadows. Yes, he's actually herding them into the alley way just so he can kill them off in a nearly continuous rush.

"King of Heroes or not, sometimes there's too many for one person."

With a determined look on his face, Ryu follows, recognizing the tactic and killing the strays who are hanging back.

[ Gilgamesh has acquired a Persona. That can't be good. Saber's taken note of it and tries to leave as discreetly as she can, getting caught right near his Persona. ]

Edited 2012-02-16 01:33 (UTC)

Not exactly the best place to be, Saber. Especially considering how little Gilgamesh cares about people getting in his way by this point. He's been taking down as many shadows as they appear with little regard to his surroundings. Which may lead to Saber being throw into a wall since she happens to be a little too close to the actions. Oops.

Edited (lol oops action tags my bad) 2012-02-18 01:59 (UTC)

!!

[ Her mind comprehends the danger, but she finds that she's a bit too slow against something inhuman as a Persona, the girl becoming quite acquainted with the wall. Well, that only serves to further concern her as she pushes away from it. ]

Gilgamesh! [ Her voice may be drowned out by the overbearing wind whistling around in the area though. ] Stop this at once!

It's true. Pazuzu's mighty winds make it rather difficult to hear. But he wouldn't mistake that voice for anyone else's. Perhaps his attention is drawn away from the shadows for a moment as he turns to actually glare at her. Yes, something is obviously wrong here.

"Do not get in my way, woman. This has nothing to do with you. Return home."

You think me able to walk away when you are causing such destruction?

[ It isn't often she feels a chill down her spine, but that glare does it, leaving her to shiver in place briefly. Unfortunately for both of them, Saber's a stubborn and deplorable woman.

Which means she's not going to just walk away while Goldie throws a childish fit. ]

It is you who needs to return home! Now come with me or else you force my hand in making you come!

"Destruction!?"

That produced a rather hideous laugh. It was clear that his grief and anger had gotten the best of him already. It would probably be impossible to knock any sense into him at this point.

And yet, his attention is solely focused on her. Because she may as well become his next target for getting in his way.

"I'm not going to stop until my body gives in. And even then, not until I find the bastard that crushed the angel's throat."

[ She was always a deplorable woman, wasn't she? Even when he needed to grieve, when he needed to work through his anger, she was there to stubbornly defy him. Yes, she was fairly troublesome in her own way.

Yet, she cannot accept the danger she's in. No, she has this man before her, this man she's gotten to know throughout her stay here. For some reason unknown even to her, he was someone she couldn't leave alone.

It was to watch over him, she insists.

To make sure he doesn't cause any trouble, that's all it was.

It had nothing to do with how magnificent he looked or how for the first time since his arrival, she truly felt intimidated by him. No, it was nothing to do with the fact that she must always stand up against him, because there's no other way he would ever look at her. Subservient and submissive? Impossible, for that will be when he loses his fascination with her and the last thing she wants right now is for that to occur. ]

I refuse.

He's been searching for a few days, yet Minato's acquired as to where V/V is. Everything in him is hoping for the best outcome, that V/V's only missing and is otherwise safe. Meanwhile, the Dark Hour provides the perfect way to vent. He's gotten better at handling a sword (and is falling on his ass less), thanks to Saber-sensei.

This Shadow he's fighting is almost dealt with, when a burst of wind deals the final blow.

Poor, poor Minato. If by any chance he happens to chase a shadow down that lonely alley way, he'll see something he wished he hadn't. Almost how Gilgamesh will wish he hadn't when this was all over. But right now? He's focused on killing everything in sight. If the shadows had blood, it would be painting the streets. Unfortunately, the only blood visible anywhere is his own. He's wearing out pretty fast, but it doesn't look like he'll be stopping until he's at his limit.

"Come, come! Do you not think I can handle all of you pathetic worms? Now you shall cower before the true power of a king!"

That booming voice is what compels Minato to check that ally way. First thing he sees is Gilgamesh on a rampage. The second, that powerful Persona of his. The third is...

...well, we know.

Shock is the first thing he feels. As well as the urge to go up to her. But the strong wind attacks from that guy's Persona block his way.

The current string of shadows may be dealt with for now, but now that Minato has caught his attention...? The boy might find a sword flying towards him. Of course, if it was meant to hit, it would have. It was merely a warning.

"If you wish to keep all your limbs, you will not travel any further into this alleyway. I will take care of her body after I'm finished with these things."

And as if right on cue, another group of shadows rush into the alleyway, prompting Gilgamesh to go all out chopping at any without physical resistance while the rest get Garu'd away.

The sword going after him (and missing) is his second shock, although his face comparatively doesn't show it much. And he manages to recover his enough to slice another Shadow. With this many of them, he couldn't leave. Not until they were cleared out and V/V was safe (or well, her corpse would be). The guy's powers and attacks do take a good number of those Shadows out, but well...Minato doesn't have a good impression of the guy.

So for now he calls forth Orpheus to hit the Shadows apparently immune to Garu attacks with Agi.

Edited 2012-02-20 00:49 (UTC)

Which is probably good. Minato might want to look after V/V himself, if he thinks he can handle it. Gil has already made his way out of the alley to fight off more of the shadows, grabbing the thrown sword along the way. So long as he defeats them all, maybe he'll feel a little better.

Gil can do that. Even though there's so much a level 10 Persona-user can do, somehow Minato manages to at least clear out the alley of any remaining Shadows.

Once that's over with, Orpheus disappears, and he's left alone. With no one but the broken angel... Somehow, the ache in Minato's hand from gripping the sword too tight doesn't feel so bad. His heart though...that's another issue.

He almost turns way, wants to even. But he remains standing, unable to stop looking.

Gilgamesh had been gone for a worrisome amount of time. He'd told her he was going to look for V/V, which she approved of, but in the midst of Dark Hour, which she did not approve of. She waited until she could bear it no longer and set out after him near the end of the troubled time.

Certainly she'd find him, near to exhausted and fighting off the last of what might have been a horde of shadows. As it perished, she rushed to his side, catching his arm.

"Gilgamesh. What is all this? What are you doing? I thought you were going to find V/V."

While a Persona certainly gives one more protection and stamina than they would have on their own, it doesn't really make one invincible. That much was obviously by this point. The Dark Hour was in it's final minutes, and the King of Heroes was pretty much finished. If another shadow or two found their way to him, he may not actually fare to well.

The only thing supporting him at the moment was the very sword he fought with. His breathing had grown short but heavy, his clothes that had be in perfect condition were nearly in shreds, and there were multiple cuts and gashes upon his body which one could only guess came from the shadow's claws. He wouldn't die from them, but he obviously needed rest. She may have gave him a little support, but it didn't change things too much. He could barely even lift his head to meet her gaze.

"...She's dead, Beatrice. Strangled to thrown aside like some rag doll. I... I lost it. I wanted to find the bastard responsible, but this is as far as I got."

Of course, when has anyone known Gilgamesh to give up? He didn't have the strength to throw his sword again, but Pazuzu was sure to make quick work of the last few shadows with a bash or two.

Tears welled in her eyes. Her poor, dear V/V, someone she'd grown to love as much as Maria, if not more. The person who accepted a witch as a surrogate mother, even if only for a time. How could someone so innocent and sweet die before Beatrice herself. It would be easy to kill someone hateful. She could understand that about herself, but not V/V. V/V who had a kind word for everyone.

She blinked the tears away almost as quickly as they came and tried hard to focus on the task at hand. She had to get him out of there while he still had the strength to carry himself. She feared if he went unconscious, she'd never be able to pull him out of the street.

"I understand. You did the best you could. No one could ask you for more. There will be other chances for vengeance. But you're not going to make me lose you as well, are you? Please, come home with me. Rest. We'll sort this out in the morning."

Was this really all he had to show for his efforts? A few hundred dead shadows? He wasn't any closer to bring her back to the world of the living, much less avenging her death. He didn't even know where to start. He let out a torrent of anger out and look where it got him.

He wanted to do more. He needed to do more. But he had already pushed himself past the point his body could take. She was right. There was no point to continuing this. He needed rest. He could worry about looking for the culprit tomorrow.

"...I suppose you are right. I'm not sure if I can make it back to my condo in this condition, so your room may be the better choice. Just for the night."

That wouldn't be too bad, would it?

She helped him to stand a bit straighter, her arms wrapped gently around his bruised body.

"Of course. I agree. I'm sure I saw a first aid kit there.
Jesus, Gilgamesh, don't you know when you're at your limit? You could have asked for help. If it's for V/V, you know I'd have stood beside you. I...I love her, too."

She'd have said more, but it wasn't her place. He was obviously hurting more from the loss than from his wounds. He was just more vocal about it. Normally, she'd be in an equal rage, but she needed someone to direct that rage to, and that person hadn't been decided yet.

He'd been through much worse pain and survived. This was nothing for him. At least, his mind wasn't letting him see it as anything more. The sad truth is he probably would have died from sheer exhaustion if she hadn't shown up. But even so weak, he feels he has enough to energy to walk. It's at a snails pace, but it'll do until they get to her place.

"Ha... Do you think I really care about myself in that manner? I've already experienced the burden of death before. This is nothing. ...And how could you ever hope to fight these damnable creatures? You don't even know how to wield something as basic as a sword, do you? Nng. I suppose I'll... have to teach you."

And eventually they'll reach the hotel, taking the elevator to her floor since it would be silly to believe he could walk those stairs.

"It's not so much for your benefit, idiot. It's for the people who care about you. How do you think I would have felt if I had to be privy to not only V/V's death, but yours as well? Don't act so selfish.

And maybe I can't defend myself so well now, but I was told at some point I would get one of those...things...to protect me."

A sigh.

"But, I'd like it if you could teach me. It's been years since I was a student, but I'm a quick study."

She'd awkwardly guide him into her room and let him rest on the bed. The first aid kit was right where she'd seen it last so she collected it and a washcloth and made her way back to him. It took her a good while to tend to him, stubborn as he was, but by the time she was done, he looked none the worse for wear.

Despite the circumstances of the last few days, he was... honestly surprised to hear something like that.He didn't figure anyone would actually care about his death. He had grown so used to it, he didn't even think about it. ...Which is odd, considering his reaction to V/V. He knew she would be back eventually. But something inside him didn't want her to have to experience that. Too many thoughts. He just needed to focus on what mattered right now.

"Heh. Sorry. I guess I am still a bit of a brat, aren't I?"

That was said with a rather weak smile, but it had to count for something. He would remain mostly silent until he was finally settled upon the bed and tended to. He didn't have the heart to tell her he would have been fine on his own. Besides, having a pretty woman worried over you and tending to your wounds? That was something to nice to indulge in, wasn't it? Ah, but then a thought occured.

"...Where are you going to sleep, Beatrice?"

Despite how rough and tumble he usually acted, vulnerability at the very least made him honest. She found she loved this side of him even more but she dare not point it out. She brushed his bangs out of his face gently and left a kiss on his forehead.

"You are, but it can't be helped. It's not like I expected to change you. Love the man, get over his quirks, right?"

She saw to it that he was perfectly comfortable and she sat at the foot of the bed for a moment letting his question roll around in her head a bit. Her answer came with a deep blush.

"I could take the couch, I suppose...but I'd rather just sleep with you. I...mean beside you. I don't think I would take up enough room to bother these wounds, do you?"

Despite the condition he was in, he still gave a slight chuckle to her obvious slip. And while the kiss seemed to have no immediate effect, it certainly wasn't a bad thing. No, perhaps it made him even more inviting? Things were going to end up going the same route as last time at this rate.

"I suppose you are a bit wiser than I was willing to admit before. But I do not see a problem with that. So long as you aren't a restless sleeper, right?

But I think you've done a good job for now, haven't you? Join my side and we will call it a night."

[She was surprised that her request had gone approved without a hint of argument. She was a bit flustered by the whole idea, but with all that had happened, she could really use a warm body there as comfort. She was far too exhausted emotionally and physically for the normal nightly routine and she walked to the opposite side of the bed, slipped off her shoes, and climbed into the bed beside him. She left him enough space between them to be comfortable and prayed she wasn't one of those restless sleepers.]

You know, the way things are going, I'm a little afraid to sleep. Tomorrow might be an even bigger mess.

[ The silly woman simply didn't know a opening from a closing, it seems. But that's fine. He's already settled into bed, not that he could move too much at this point anyways. But he still manages to wrap an arm around and tug her a little closer. ]

...I'm not going to lash out like that again. Not until I find the bastard responsible. Besides, you need rest as much as I do. You've tired yourself out just by letting your emotions get the better of you, haven't you? Sleep, and let your troubles melt away.

[Well, if he insisted. She curled up cozily beside him. This whole ordeal was unexplainable, sudden, and marked with an air of disaster. But in his arms, none of it mattered. She was too tired for it to matter, and for the first time in a long time her heart felt warm. She wasn't going to waste the sensation.]

I'm glad. I can't go out to fetch you every night, you know.~ I am quite tired, though. It's been an odd series of events of late. I've never been one to be ruled by my emotions, but recently they've been displayed prominently on my sleeve.

I'm not sorry about that, though. Not when it comes to you, that is.

Before I lose the chance and sleep pulls me away...I have to tell you.

I...I love you.

[ Those words were what he would normally consider meaningless. Love does not exist to a king of his standing. Or maybe he's just never known love outside of obsession. But even so, something felt different about those words when she said them. He couldn't really pin it it, but... he didn't dislike it. But he still wasn't so sure of throwing something like that out. He'll merely give her another gentle smile and ruffle a hand through her hair. ]

Are you so sure about that? You do know my history, after all. Saying you love someone like me may even get you into some sort of trouble. Am I really worth that, Beatrice?

[She would only bring herself a bit closer to his side, ignoring his words of warning like a defiant child.]

Someone with a past like mine has no fear of the words she speaks. Shall I lie to you to save myself?

I'd rather have the trouble. I'm used to it.

I mean to say, I don't care about your history; if you're a king or a peasant. Here and now, if you're mine that's all that matters.

[ He could curse her for being so terribly adorable right now. One of his biggest weaknesses by far, and whatever spell was placed on him didn't help matters any at all. ...Especially since a suddenly wave of sleepiness was suddenly hitting him like a freight train. Still, he had a small bit of consciousness left. ]

Mm, I suppose that is rather admirable of you. You may yet have the makings to be my Queen, if you choose to be such. With a little more training, I...

[ And he nods off with his words trailing. Oops. ]

[She really couldn't blame him for nodding off after what he'd gone through. His words had filled her senses enough for one night. If he said more her poor heart might burst. One last venture. One she could get away with. She pressed the slightest of kisses to his lips before settling down to doze off herself.]

I would be your Queen. I think I'd like nothing more.

Goodnight.

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