[ Of all the possible greetings that could be given to a king ... Gilgamesh was incredibly unimpressed with what these peasants, these mongrels had given him. Of course, he had demanded more explanations and answers and instead was given pleasantries and nervous looks. The pamphlets they gave weren't much help either. Some were downright absurd -- what on earth was an axehound? -- and Gilgamesh was still quite firmly in the camp of he would never lose enough of his senses to fall to such a base urge as hunger.
So altogether he's very displeased with this place, so far. That shows on his face as he strolls through Vandare. He's dressed quite casually, a white button-down shirt, a black jacket and black dress pants, but that's contrasted quite sharply by the imperious look he gives the next passerby (one who doesn't look quite like one of the useless villagers he's been encountering) and shoves the pamphlets towards them. ]
You. Are you aware if this is meant to be a joke?
[ "This" being used as quite a general term. ]
[ 3 - ARACHNID ]
[ Gilgamesh in principle doesn't argue with preying on humans. He's not so morally outraged over worthless individuals being sacrificed so the strong can persists, can survive. He has no attachment to the humans of this world, just as he had grown a disdain for the humanity of his home, but ... all of that combats with his own vanity and his own pride. As much as Gilgamesh values hedonism it's downright ungainly for a king to lose his self-control. And these ... transformations are unwelcome; they quite drastically alter the perfection of his figure.
These transformations started subtle. His nails grew sharper almost overnight, since the fog drew in, and at first he had dismissed it. Surely the King of Heroes wouldn't have been affected by such a thing like the other monsters in this place. But then his fangs started to grow, a hunger started to pang his body, and most disarmingly -- his legs had been steadily replaced by more and more pale gold, segmented spider legs spiraling out from his body. He had ducked into the forest when he noticed these more drastic changes, and impulsively -- he had started to build his web.
In other words, if you head down to Lager Woods today you might be in for a surprise. Or something relatively common depending on your experience. There's a large spider's web built crossing a path, rather messily, offshoots of it spreading this way and that -- which also increases the chance some hapless passerby could trip on, or into, one of its spokes. ]
Gilgamesh | Fate/Stay Night
[ Of all the possible greetings that could be given to a king ... Gilgamesh was incredibly unimpressed with what these peasants, these mongrels had given him. Of course, he had demanded more explanations and answers and instead was given pleasantries and nervous looks. The pamphlets they gave weren't much help either. Some were downright absurd -- what on earth was an axehound? -- and Gilgamesh was still quite firmly in the camp of he would never lose enough of his senses to fall to such a base urge as hunger.
So altogether he's very displeased with this place, so far. That shows on his face as he strolls through Vandare. He's dressed quite casually, a white button-down shirt, a black jacket and black dress pants, but that's contrasted quite sharply by the imperious look he gives the next passerby (one who doesn't look quite like one of the useless villagers he's been encountering) and shoves the pamphlets towards them. ]
You. Are you aware if this is meant to be a joke?
[ "This" being used as quite a general term. ]
[ 3 - ARACHNID ]
[ Gilgamesh in principle doesn't argue with preying on humans. He's not so morally outraged over worthless individuals being sacrificed so the strong can persists, can survive. He has no attachment to the humans of this world, just as he had grown a disdain for the humanity of his home, but ... all of that combats with his own vanity and his own pride. As much as Gilgamesh values hedonism it's downright ungainly for a king to lose his self-control. And these ... transformations are unwelcome; they quite drastically alter the perfection of his figure.
These transformations started subtle. His nails grew sharper almost overnight, since the fog drew in, and at first he had dismissed it. Surely the King of Heroes wouldn't have been affected by such a thing like the other monsters in this place. But then his fangs started to grow, a hunger started to pang his body, and most disarmingly -- his legs had been steadily replaced by more and more pale gold, segmented spider legs spiraling out from his body. He had ducked into the forest when he noticed these more drastic changes, and impulsively -- he had started to build his web.
In other words, if you head down to Lager Woods today you might be in for a surprise. Or something relatively common depending on your experience. There's a large spider's web built crossing a path, rather messily, offshoots of it spreading this way and that -- which also increases the chance some hapless passerby could trip on, or into, one of its spokes. ]