(Preshow) Registration [Where you sign up IC]

[Gilgamesh]

As the registration agent took Ahana for her signs, two men grabbed onto Gilgamesh’s arm to lead him in the opposite direction. He jerked his head towards the men before ripping his arms from out of their hands. Giving them a sneer, Gilgamesh strode forward to the splintery, wooden chair that they were leading him to. Spinning elegantly, he plopped himself down onto the chair and glared at the two men. The embroidered ‘DA’ on their shirts brought back memories Gilgamesh had buried from long ago. Visions of epic fights, dragons, and alliances flowed adrenaline through his system. The grand prize came into his mind and it irked him slightly. How Karl Jak got so many of the King’s treasures eluded him. That thief Karl Jak...

Karl Jak’s smiling visage flashed through his memory and made the King’s mouth turn into a sour frown. Being collared like an animal was humiliating but that endeavor was nothing compared to...Gilgamesh actually winced in pain at the memory of Diablo. At the mere thought of the demon, the brand on his chest began to warm slightly. If anything though, the experience gave the Golden King thicker skin.

One of the agents snapped his fingers in front of Gil’s face, jarring him back to reality. “Hello?” He chuckled as Gilgamesh became aware of his surroundings once more. “We thought we had lost you to heat stroke for a moment there.” Turning his back, the man walked back over to the tent and grabbed a clipboard and a small cup of cool water. The other man had already began his assault on Gilgamesh, as he suddenly flashed a light into both of the King’s eyes. Squinting his eyes, Gil brought his hand up to shield himself from the bright light. Gilgamesh sneered at the dark skinned man, forcing the agent to sigh and roll his eyes.

“What is the meaning of this?” Gilgamesh hissed just in time as the other man came back. Taking an obnoxious sip from his water, he looked towards his colleague.

“What’s he going on about?” He said as he raised his glance again to take another loud slurp.

“He wants to know why we’re checking his vitals.”

The agent with the water turned to Gilgamesh and bent over before speaking with a condescending tone, “We’re trying to make sure you’re healthy enough to die for us?” He went to pat the King’s hair but his wrist was snatched from the air and into Gilgamesh’s tight fist.

“You might lose your tongue if you continue to speak to me in such a manner.” Gil’s crimson eyes narrowed and his grip tightened forcing the agent onto his knees. His colleague put his hand on Gil’s shoulder earning the King’s death stare.

“Harming a Dante’s Abyss Agent will result in disqualification from the event.” He spoke with a calm and collected voice as if he had done this for many years. Reluctantly, Gil released his grip on the agents wrist, his hand print lingering onto the man’s pink skin. Turning away from the agents, Gilgamesh spoke dismissively.

“It is ridiculous. You know that us primes are always healthy.”

The dark skinned man nodded his head in agreement, however did not speak. Instead he looked over towards his compatriot. His friend swore beneath his breath and shook his arm, as if it would relieve the pain. Bringing it back up, he picked up the pen and began to fill out the form. Giving Gil a hostile glare, he asked the first question in a gruff tone.

“Name?” He said mocking the piece of paper in front of him.

“Gilgamesh,” The name flowed off Gil’s tongue, hoping to get some reaction from the staff. The more irritating and paler of the two laughed for a solid minute, his breathes short and rapid.

“Yeah right. And I’m Omni.” The agent scoffed and looked up towards Gilgamesh, the King’s serious face giving him some second guessing. His voice was now a bit shakey instead of humored and he raised an eyebrow at Gil, “You can’t be serious? Gilgamesh was banished years ago.” He waved his hand dismissively.

His colleague turned to him, “Dude seriously? Have you not been on the Dataverse recently? The dude’s a spitting image of Gilgamesh from DA15’. The pale agent turned towards`towards his partner giving him a skeptical look. Letting out a defeated sigh the agent scribbled on his paper.

“Occupation?” He sighed, briefly looking up.

“King of Heroes.” Gilgamesh spoke, with the agent bitterly mimicking him. “Ming of Meroes” was mumbled beneath his breath. Gilgamesh ignored the insect and carried on. Not interested in asking Gil any more questions, he flipped through the ‘optional’ pages of the notebook and went straight for the Waiver.

Mumbling beneath his breath, Gil could only make out, “Do you…*mumble mumble* no harm *heheheh* annd THERE.” With a shit-eating grin he handed the King the waiver with a pen, hoping the King would just leave. Picking up the pen and signing quickly, Gilgamesh stood up and walked over to a small podium they had.

“This is the part where you broadcast my glory right?” Gilgamesh spoke with a sly grin, poking the nerves of the pale agent.

“Something like that,” He said with a groan. Recording on his dataverse device, he pointed the device at Gilgamesh who did nothing more than give the camera a somber look, saying dryly, “I’m back.” before cutting the camera off. Practically shoving Gilgamesh into the recall station, the agent gave him a forced smile before flipping him off and sending him off his merry way.