03-26-2018, 03:45 PM
Wow, what a moment for an absolute idiot to walk into.
...
Good thing there weren't any around. Drake had been lurking around the Fountain of Infinity for just a few minutes before coming face to face with some of the Omniverse's veteran all-stars. Well. Face to face is an exaggeration. He was creeping on them from next to the fountatin using the magnification feature on his UNI phone. Regardless, the smuggler was smelling an opportunity as swords were drawn and hasty oathes were sworn. Drake patted the hilt of his own shitty katana and smiled. This was going to go so very poorly.
...
Kanda, Gilgamesh and Victor stood arrayed in a circle, carefully eyeing the others. Tension was high, and it was quickly snipped by a sudden cry of "PROTECT DA KIINNNG!"
Drake screamed, Katana held above his head, and made a clumsy beeline straight for this universe's most notorious assassin. Wolfe smirked an evil grin and met Drake's scrawny torso with a swift flipping kick, rolling over sending the one-armed man tumbling ass over elbows into the center of the deadly standoff. The shitty katana skidded to a halt next to the crimson-eyed killer's feet.
Drake was flawless. He sprung to his feet in and instant and flung his arms arm wide, trying to shield the golden king.
"Worry not my King! I shall stand with you against these...uh...these dudes." Drake stammered, already regretting this slightly. A cursory scan of this strange Prime's faculties revealed to Gilgamesh what he had initially suspected: this fool was almost worthless.
"How dare you presume to be able to vouchsafe my-" Gilgamesh boomed before being cut off by the chatty mongrel.
"TRAITOR! USURPER! I knew it all along Victor Wolfe! How dare you try and send our King back to hell when he has clearly just clawed his way free?!" Drake screeched, fumbling in his bag for his plasma gun. As the tiny weapon was produced, Kanda swiftly slapped it out of the smuggler's hand with a smack from his divine blade. Drake was pretty genuinely insane though, so this didn't phase him.
"How are we to know that this indeed the King Gilgamesh, after so long...and who are you who counts yourself among New Babylon's ranks?!" Wolfe snapped back, bransishing a rubied dagger in Drake's scarred face. Drake decided to skip the second question; he'd always been a fan of fake it til you make it.
"Miss me with that Beggin' Strips® shit, Wolfe! There's only one Gilgamesh and that's GILGAME-" Drake began before getting the wind knocked out of him from behind. He suddenly found himself face down on the Nexus floor with a golden boot grinding into his spine.
"DARE to speak my name again, nameless mongrel, and you shall know in the most painful of ways that I am indeed your rightful KING." Gilgamesh spat, adding more weight into the smuggler's back. Wolfe and Kanda faltered a little bit. If this wasn't the Golden King, then he was an extremely good actor.
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"He's...touching...me..." Drake croaked.
...
Good thing there weren't any around. Drake had been lurking around the Fountain of Infinity for just a few minutes before coming face to face with some of the Omniverse's veteran all-stars. Well. Face to face is an exaggeration. He was creeping on them from next to the fountatin using the magnification feature on his UNI phone. Regardless, the smuggler was smelling an opportunity as swords were drawn and hasty oathes were sworn. Drake patted the hilt of his own shitty katana and smiled. This was going to go so very poorly.
...
Kanda, Gilgamesh and Victor stood arrayed in a circle, carefully eyeing the others. Tension was high, and it was quickly snipped by a sudden cry of "PROTECT DA KIINNNG!"
Drake screamed, Katana held above his head, and made a clumsy beeline straight for this universe's most notorious assassin. Wolfe smirked an evil grin and met Drake's scrawny torso with a swift flipping kick, rolling over sending the one-armed man tumbling ass over elbows into the center of the deadly standoff. The shitty katana skidded to a halt next to the crimson-eyed killer's feet.
Drake was flawless. He sprung to his feet in and instant and flung his arms arm wide, trying to shield the golden king.
"Worry not my King! I shall stand with you against these...uh...these dudes." Drake stammered, already regretting this slightly. A cursory scan of this strange Prime's faculties revealed to Gilgamesh what he had initially suspected: this fool was almost worthless.
"How dare you presume to be able to vouchsafe my-" Gilgamesh boomed before being cut off by the chatty mongrel.
"TRAITOR! USURPER! I knew it all along Victor Wolfe! How dare you try and send our King back to hell when he has clearly just clawed his way free?!" Drake screeched, fumbling in his bag for his plasma gun. As the tiny weapon was produced, Kanda swiftly slapped it out of the smuggler's hand with a smack from his divine blade. Drake was pretty genuinely insane though, so this didn't phase him.
"How are we to know that this indeed the King Gilgamesh, after so long...and who are you who counts yourself among New Babylon's ranks?!" Wolfe snapped back, bransishing a rubied dagger in Drake's scarred face. Drake decided to skip the second question; he'd always been a fan of fake it til you make it.
"Miss me with that Beggin' Strips® shit, Wolfe! There's only one Gilgamesh and that's GILGAME-" Drake began before getting the wind knocked out of him from behind. He suddenly found himself face down on the Nexus floor with a golden boot grinding into his spine.
"DARE to speak my name again, nameless mongrel, and you shall know in the most painful of ways that I am indeed your rightful KING." Gilgamesh spat, adding more weight into the smuggler's back. Wolfe and Kanda faltered a little bit. If this wasn't the Golden King, then he was an extremely good actor.
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"He's...touching...me..." Drake croaked.
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