06-03-2018, 03:29 PM
Gilgamesh never got used to the moment of weightlessness when traveling through the Omniverse. His body felt like it was flying before a sudden stop and he was put into a bustling room. The hall was filled with many people, combatants and spectators alike. While it frustrated him that these people were here to compete for his treasures, he would take great pleasure in slaughtering them. The sound of loud conversations reminded him of the last time he was here, the carnage he wrought upon them. A cheeky grin grew on his face as he took his first few steps down the hall, his golden armor clinking.
Deciding to take a survey of his potential opponents, his eyes glanced across the room. Nothing impressive so far. Regular men and women, some of his fellow Babylonians leaving the room, an anthropomorphic mouse and a child robot...Gilgamesh took a double take of the last one. Mickey Mouse and Proto Man. His haughty demeanor shifted into one of fury, his arrogant smirk morphing to a rage-filled frown.Mickey, who was staring at Gilgamesh, made brief eye contact with Gilgamesh before jerking his head and averting his eyes. Hustling over, Gilgamesh made a beeline towards the pair of primes with fire burning in his crimson eyes. The two primes arrogantly pretended that they had not seen the King.
The jingling of his armor came to a stop as Gilgamesh menacingly loomed over Mickey. Proto Man glared defiantly up at Gil and Mickey hesitantly turned around to see the furious Golden King. A scowl was prevalent on his face as well. The Rodent took a deep breath and calmed himself before speaking.
“We don’t want any trouble Gilgamesh.” He spoke flatly and calmly as if he was intentionally holding himself back.The disdain in his stare however, could not be as easily masked. His fists were clenched as well and the Mouse had even taken a fighting stance alongside his robotic compatriot.
The mongrel’s statements were almost amusing, making Gilgamesh laugh for a brief moment. “Trouble?” He said while finishing his laugh. “You sent me to a literal hellscape in which I was tortured beyond your comprehension for two years.” Both of the primes stayed quiet and continued their glare at Gil. “TWO FUCKING YEARS.” Gilgamesh shouted at the top of his lungs, clearly drawing the attention of most of the people in the room.
Mickey’s frown deepened and he wagged his finger at Gilgamesh, “Watch your language!”
He bared his teeth and took a step forward, preparing to slaughter his hated enemies. Their defiant stanced only angered him even more. Many eyes were upon him and a few of Karl Jak’s henchmen had begun to observe the clash. Realizing where he was, and not wanting to get collared again for violent behavior, Gilgamesh took some time to calm himself. Standing upright once more, he spoke again, with his anger and hatred barely covered with politeness.
“Can you imagine how many of my people starved or murdered in my absence? I was murdered over and over again for two whole years and for what?” Gilgamesh questioned. “I am a King... What gives you the right to make that decision.” His voice tapered off and had calmed down but his demeanor had not changed.
Mickey was a bit lost for words and the primes had just stared at each other. Between the two mongrel’s Mickey was the first to speak up. “You took advantage of those people and were using them for your own benefit. You are not a good person!” Mickey touted from his high horse. This was so pitiful. Gilgamesh had been burning in hell for two entire years because he ‘wasn’t a good person’. It was so pathetic that it made Gilgamesh break out in laughter. It was all one cruel joke and he was the punchline.
“I’m not a good person?” Gilgamesh smirked beneath his tides of anger, his laughter calming down. “I am a King and it is my right to rule.” His arrogant attitude came right back, “Besides, the people in the Dunes need food and protection. If I give them that, then what does it matter if I am a good person or not?” He asked the Mouse. Without giving the rodent a chance to answer, Gil questioned the two of them.
“Now which one of you is the ‘good person’ who stole from me?”
Deciding to take a survey of his potential opponents, his eyes glanced across the room. Nothing impressive so far. Regular men and women, some of his fellow Babylonians leaving the room, an anthropomorphic mouse and a child robot...Gilgamesh took a double take of the last one. Mickey Mouse and Proto Man. His haughty demeanor shifted into one of fury, his arrogant smirk morphing to a rage-filled frown.Mickey, who was staring at Gilgamesh, made brief eye contact with Gilgamesh before jerking his head and averting his eyes. Hustling over, Gilgamesh made a beeline towards the pair of primes with fire burning in his crimson eyes. The two primes arrogantly pretended that they had not seen the King.
The jingling of his armor came to a stop as Gilgamesh menacingly loomed over Mickey. Proto Man glared defiantly up at Gil and Mickey hesitantly turned around to see the furious Golden King. A scowl was prevalent on his face as well. The Rodent took a deep breath and calmed himself before speaking.
“We don’t want any trouble Gilgamesh.” He spoke flatly and calmly as if he was intentionally holding himself back.The disdain in his stare however, could not be as easily masked. His fists were clenched as well and the Mouse had even taken a fighting stance alongside his robotic compatriot.
The mongrel’s statements were almost amusing, making Gilgamesh laugh for a brief moment. “Trouble?” He said while finishing his laugh. “You sent me to a literal hellscape in which I was tortured beyond your comprehension for two years.” Both of the primes stayed quiet and continued their glare at Gil. “TWO FUCKING YEARS.” Gilgamesh shouted at the top of his lungs, clearly drawing the attention of most of the people in the room.
Mickey’s frown deepened and he wagged his finger at Gilgamesh, “Watch your language!”
He bared his teeth and took a step forward, preparing to slaughter his hated enemies. Their defiant stanced only angered him even more. Many eyes were upon him and a few of Karl Jak’s henchmen had begun to observe the clash. Realizing where he was, and not wanting to get collared again for violent behavior, Gilgamesh took some time to calm himself. Standing upright once more, he spoke again, with his anger and hatred barely covered with politeness.
“Can you imagine how many of my people starved or murdered in my absence? I was murdered over and over again for two whole years and for what?” Gilgamesh questioned. “I am a King... What gives you the right to make that decision.” His voice tapered off and had calmed down but his demeanor had not changed.
Mickey was a bit lost for words and the primes had just stared at each other. Between the two mongrel’s Mickey was the first to speak up. “You took advantage of those people and were using them for your own benefit. You are not a good person!” Mickey touted from his high horse. This was so pitiful. Gilgamesh had been burning in hell for two entire years because he ‘wasn’t a good person’. It was so pathetic that it made Gilgamesh break out in laughter. It was all one cruel joke and he was the punchline.
“I’m not a good person?” Gilgamesh smirked beneath his tides of anger, his laughter calming down. “I am a King and it is my right to rule.” His arrogant attitude came right back, “Besides, the people in the Dunes need food and protection. If I give them that, then what does it matter if I am a good person or not?” He asked the Mouse. Without giving the rodent a chance to answer, Gil questioned the two of them.
“Now which one of you is the ‘good person’ who stole from me?”
Quote: Gilgamesh is yelling at Mickey and Proto in the hallway
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- Credit to Ezzy