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The King and his merry men
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As Marisa walked through the city she could hear the voices of the civilians talking about Gilgamesh. She tuned out the noises as she wished that there was a person who could have her back truly here. God or youkai aside there was one person who she trusted besides a couple select people.

The pint sized mage of love-sign found a quiet corner near the Bazaar. The thief held her hand out as Omnilium flowed out of her hand easily as her mind’s eye pictured the seven colored puppeteer and soon enough she opened her eyes and sure enough saw Alice Matrigold the youkai from Makai.

Marisa smiled widely as she watched the Puppeteer looked around slowly before locking her eyes on the Love sign magician. 

“This isn’t Gensokyo . . . Marisa did you do something?”

Marisa looked offended and stuck back as was the proper thing to do in such a situation. “Ah i’m so offended Alice you would blame me with such an accusation.”

The two chuckled as Marisa heard someone speak to her. “Miss, our great king GILGAMESH requests an audience with him!” She turned to see the new comer and sighed at the gold plated soldier. She looked bored at his request with her mind working overtime to see why someone would request her.

“Alright let’s see what this Gilgamesh wants.” She shrugged having done this song and dance and getting quite bored even searching for any magical items to snag had been fairly fruitless here.

The three walked back to the throne room doors. The soldier whose name apparently was Dave? Had told the two to wait while he gave the Babylonian king she was there.

“Let them in Dave.” the voice though muted could easily carry the bodies and minds of men and women through sheer charisma. She steeled herself as she saw the door open and walked in with a carefree walk.

The man wasn’t anything special to the mage, sure he was watching her actions but she smirked slightly at his request to kneel. Never before had she been demanded to kneel; not before prince Shotoku, Yuyuko, or even Okina.

So she did the next best thing bowed almost comically like this was a joke with her hat in her hand as she held it on her bosom; before setting the witches hat back on its rightful place. “Marisa kirisame, Magician of love sign how may i help you Gilgamesh?”

Marisa was grinning a bit too widely now as she waited for this so called king to respond to her question.
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The King and his merry men - by Victor Wolfe - 03-27-2018, 04:21 PM

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