06-07-2018, 06:14 PM
“Only one person is getting banished here and it’s not Gilgamesh,” Mickey assured Yu Kanda, taking, for the first time, a moment to look his teammate over.
The man stood at almost three times Mickey’s height and was dangerously slender; if Minnie had been here, she probably would have forced a three course dinner down his throat post-haste. Long, blue hair fell down his shoulders, his bangs shrouding his face just enough to be mysterious looking. Between that and the guy’s apparent allegiance to Gilgamesh, the mouse decided rather quickly that he wasn’t going to trust Yu Kanda farther than he could throw him—which, given the man’s size, probably wasn’t too awful far.
For his part, the stoic man didn’t seem too bothered about the mouse’s own cryptic statement. “Very good,” he nodded, glancing over at the board. Kanda’s eyes trained on their match-up again. “That being said… we must now plan how to defeat my king.”
Mickey glanced at the exorcist, quirking his brow a little. ‘My king’?
Okay, this dude was weird.
“Look, pal—Kanda you said?—if we’re gonna be buds, you’ve gotta quit with that ‘my king’ and ‘the king’ stuff, okey doke?” the mouse said, bouncing forward and stepping in front of his new teammate. “Dude’s got a name. Gilgamesh. GYLL-GAH-MESH, can you pronounce that?”
“Your lack of respect for the king is unsurprising, but… unsettling,” Kanda replied, crouching down to the mouse’s eye level, “I understand you’ve had your issues. But he is my king, and he is a good king—”
“I can hardly believe that,” Proto Man interjected from behind them, crossing his arms.
“Believe what you wish,” the exorcist shot over his shoulder, barely even looking in the preteen machine’s direction. He let out a small sigh.
How crazy! This dude actually seemed to think, with some degree of seriousness, that Gilgamesh wasn’t the crazy, evil monster Mickey and Blues knew him to be. The mouse didn’t recognize the guard captain’s face, so he assumed the guy hadn’t been around when the Proto Mouse accompanied LAW on their invasion of Nippur; that he hadn’t been around to see the true atrocities the gilded king could commit. What had Gilgamesh been doing since returning from the Underverse that somehow earned the loyalty of this guy, and so many others?
Could he actually be… a better… person?
Bah. No way.
“Look, pal,” Mickey broke the silence, reaching out and placing a hand on Kanda’s shoulder. The exorcist glanced down at it but didn’t swat it away. “Like I said, I don’t want any trouble. If I had my choice, I wouldn’t even been fighting in this dang competition, let alone against Gilgamesh. But I gotta. For… uh… for the greater good.”
He smiled a kind of fake smile, choosing—for the moment—not to reveal the full scope of his plans to Yu Kanda like he had with the no-named bandit. The last thing he needed was for Gilgamesh or any of his cronies to get in his way on his path to Karl Jak.
“The greater good,” Kanda nodded, hints of a smile creeping on his face, as well, but not quite coming to fruition. “It seems you and my king have more in common than you even know, Mickey Mouse.”
Mickey looked at Yu Kanda quizzically as the exorcist stood and brushed past him, heading back down the hallway towards the other domes of the preshow complex. After a few steps, he turned around and stared down at the mouse.
“Are you coming or not?”
“Oh, uh,” Mickey sputtered, “…yeah, I guess!” He turned back to the preteen machine, and his best friend’s drooping face almost brought him to tears. “See ya on the flip side, Blues!” he grinned weakly.
Blues waved good-bye, and Mickey Mouse turned to follow Yu Kanda. He bobbed up next to the exorcist and looked up. “So… where we goin’?” Mickey asked.
“Not sure,” Yu Kanda shrugged. “Fancy a drink?”
Mickey’s face scrunched up. “Like an alcoholic one? Ewwwww.”
The man stood at almost three times Mickey’s height and was dangerously slender; if Minnie had been here, she probably would have forced a three course dinner down his throat post-haste. Long, blue hair fell down his shoulders, his bangs shrouding his face just enough to be mysterious looking. Between that and the guy’s apparent allegiance to Gilgamesh, the mouse decided rather quickly that he wasn’t going to trust Yu Kanda farther than he could throw him—which, given the man’s size, probably wasn’t too awful far.
For his part, the stoic man didn’t seem too bothered about the mouse’s own cryptic statement. “Very good,” he nodded, glancing over at the board. Kanda’s eyes trained on their match-up again. “That being said… we must now plan how to defeat my king.”
Mickey glanced at the exorcist, quirking his brow a little. ‘My king’?
Okay, this dude was weird.
“Look, pal—Kanda you said?—if we’re gonna be buds, you’ve gotta quit with that ‘my king’ and ‘the king’ stuff, okey doke?” the mouse said, bouncing forward and stepping in front of his new teammate. “Dude’s got a name. Gilgamesh. GYLL-GAH-MESH, can you pronounce that?”
“Your lack of respect for the king is unsurprising, but… unsettling,” Kanda replied, crouching down to the mouse’s eye level, “I understand you’ve had your issues. But he is my king, and he is a good king—”
“I can hardly believe that,” Proto Man interjected from behind them, crossing his arms.
“Believe what you wish,” the exorcist shot over his shoulder, barely even looking in the preteen machine’s direction. He let out a small sigh.
How crazy! This dude actually seemed to think, with some degree of seriousness, that Gilgamesh wasn’t the crazy, evil monster Mickey and Blues knew him to be. The mouse didn’t recognize the guard captain’s face, so he assumed the guy hadn’t been around when the Proto Mouse accompanied LAW on their invasion of Nippur; that he hadn’t been around to see the true atrocities the gilded king could commit. What had Gilgamesh been doing since returning from the Underverse that somehow earned the loyalty of this guy, and so many others?
Could he actually be… a better… person?
Bah. No way.
“Look, pal,” Mickey broke the silence, reaching out and placing a hand on Kanda’s shoulder. The exorcist glanced down at it but didn’t swat it away. “Like I said, I don’t want any trouble. If I had my choice, I wouldn’t even been fighting in this dang competition, let alone against Gilgamesh. But I gotta. For… uh… for the greater good.”
He smiled a kind of fake smile, choosing—for the moment—not to reveal the full scope of his plans to Yu Kanda like he had with the no-named bandit. The last thing he needed was for Gilgamesh or any of his cronies to get in his way on his path to Karl Jak.
“The greater good,” Kanda nodded, hints of a smile creeping on his face, as well, but not quite coming to fruition. “It seems you and my king have more in common than you even know, Mickey Mouse.”
Mickey looked at Yu Kanda quizzically as the exorcist stood and brushed past him, heading back down the hallway towards the other domes of the preshow complex. After a few steps, he turned around and stared down at the mouse.
“Are you coming or not?”
“Oh, uh,” Mickey sputtered, “…yeah, I guess!” He turned back to the preteen machine, and his best friend’s drooping face almost brought him to tears. “See ya on the flip side, Blues!” he grinned weakly.
Blues waved good-bye, and Mickey Mouse turned to follow Yu Kanda. He bobbed up next to the exorcist and looked up. “So… where we goin’?” Mickey asked.
“Not sure,” Yu Kanda shrugged. “Fancy a drink?”
Mickey’s face scrunched up. “Like an alcoholic one? Ewwwww.”
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