[But this conversation has reached its end. Gilgamesh has no desire to push his luck too far; this is a useful connection to maintain, a useful girl to tap into later on for a variety of reasons. The more time he spends in this world, the more he realizes a delicate approach can be quite effective.
He nods to her answer, amenable, and then moves to address one last matter.]
I have a special request. Of this object's make, I mean.
[ A pause before she nods, glancing up. She has her coin, now, and while he grates on her a little she can keep her head held high and give him what he needs. Allies and friends, whoever they are, are always useful here in the Drabworld. ]
Of course. I'll do whatever I can to make it how you want it.
[ She reaches into the bag at her side, pulling out notepad and paper. ]
As long as whatever you want has a flat, metallic surface for videos it should be fine.
I should say, it's more of an inscription than anything. Here, as follows...
[Apparently Gilgamesh has little use for traditional pen and paper. He simply takes her by the free hand, unfurls it gently finger by finger and starts to trace a series of symbols upon her palm. They are simple shapes, short in number, and yet more intricate than they would first seem; it is his name, written in cuneiform. GILGAMESH.
Over and over he traces with the tip of his finger. She may write it down if she so wishes, but this must be memorized into her very skin, which he seeks to do.]
Those. Etched on the very bottom. I leave the shape up to you, but they are the sacred letters of my tongue. I must have them.
[ She nods her head, looking down at her hand and letting her eyes flick over it before she purses her lips. At least she recognises that it's not going to last forever. Her memory is rather good and she nods her head before she looks up. ]
Alright, I can do that. I'll make sure you have it in a few days.
[In a fluid gesture, he bends to bring that same hand to his lips, brushing his mouth across the back of it. For all his lack of manners, there are some hints of chivalry in the bow that follows, in that softer smile and in softer words.
Or perhaps, more simply, this shining knight is simply a very good liar, and a very charismatic fellow all around when he's not busy shoving his ego everywhere.]
Then I will eagerly await the fruits of your labor. Have it sent to my study within the Citadel.
[And thankfully, blessedly, he lets go, and passes her by.]
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[But this conversation has reached its end. Gilgamesh has no desire to push his luck too far; this is a useful connection to maintain, a useful girl to tap into later on for a variety of reasons. The more time he spends in this world, the more he realizes a delicate approach can be quite effective.
He nods to her answer, amenable, and then moves to address one last matter.]
I have a special request. Of this object's make, I mean.
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Of course. I'll do whatever I can to make it how you want it.
[ She reaches into the bag at her side, pulling out notepad and paper. ]
As long as whatever you want has a flat, metallic surface for videos it should be fine.
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[Apparently Gilgamesh has little use for traditional pen and paper. He simply takes her by the free hand, unfurls it gently finger by finger and starts to trace a series of symbols upon her palm. They are simple shapes, short in number, and yet more intricate than they would first seem; it is his name, written in cuneiform. GILGAMESH.
Over and over he traces with the tip of his finger. She may write it down if she so wishes, but this must be memorized into her very skin, which he seeks to do.]
Those. Etched on the very bottom. I leave the shape up to you, but they are the sacred letters of my tongue. I must have them.
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[ She nods her head, looking down at her hand and letting her eyes flick over it before she purses her lips. At least she recognises that it's not going to last forever. Her memory is rather good and she nods her head before she looks up. ]
Alright, I can do that. I'll make sure you have it in a few days.
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Or perhaps, more simply, this shining knight is simply a very good liar, and a very charismatic fellow all around when he's not busy shoving his ego everywhere.]
Then I will eagerly await the fruits of your labor. Have it sent to my study within the Citadel.
[And thankfully, blessedly, he lets go, and passes her by.]
Look after yourself in the meantime... Hermione.