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Post by YENIFER MONTANARI on Oct 18, 2019 14:18:14 GMT 1
| | Yen wasn't overly impressed with this place so far. Sure, it seemed like it had impressive security measures and she wasn't likely to get out of here on her own anytime soon, but it was so dull. No wonder she had demanded to go outside so she could shed what could only be PJs and slither around in her other form. At least it was nice in the rooftop garden, and it felt good against her scales to be outdoors. Didn't matter if there was a cage or guards or cameras. "Give me a frigging minute, will you?" she hissed at her guard as she shed her human disguise. Once she was fully stretched out, she slithered across the garden until she found a nice spot in the sun to curl up.
She had slithered around the place for about five minutes before she coiled up on herself. It was rather nice to just relax for a little bit and chill out in what had long since become her natural form. She hadn't wanted to take up too much space, it wasn't like it was a mountain top or anything, so she had basically just rested her upper body on top of her tail and stay comfortable. She liked running her hands along her scales.
"I take no responsibility what happens if anyone gets too close," she warned her guard as she let herself fall into a light sleep.
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Post by GILGAMESH PANDORIUM WAN on Oct 21, 2019 15:41:59 GMT 1
The tiny pitter-patter of paws could be heard racing up the stairs. If one were to look closely, they would see a little polecat with a yellow bandana tied around his neck. Gilgamesh had received the gift several weeks back from The Guardian after the man had returned from his vacation to find that the little Bajang demon had behaved the entire length of his absence. It had been hard, but Gilgamesh had had a puzzle to keep him preoccupied. A puzzle he still couldn't quite figure out, but all the same, it was the perfect distraction for when he was upset. His therapist had praised him, the lady in the canteen had made him something special (fresh squirrel bites), and The Guardian had given him the bandana (charmed so that even as a polecat, it would show).
Usually, he wasn't allowed to wander off on his own, but The Guardian had had some business to attend to in the medical center and had told Gil to make his way up to the rooftop gardens for some fresh air while he tended to things. Last the man had heard, no one was up there. Gil was fairly harmless anyway. He'd had fewer breakdowns recently, was learning to not let everything get under his skin, and his progression in classes was remarkable. Gilgamesh was recovering and his guard was quite proud of the demon, perhaps even a bit fond of him.
Gilgamesh shifted just long enough to open the door before he shifted back and raced through the opening into the garden, tail bouncing up and down before he tripped and went rolling into a stack of flowers. He sniffed at them curiously before his head shot up like a meerkat and spotted the snake woman. He suddenly had a mission. Rump in the air, he moved through the garden towards her and then pounced on one of the snakes on her hair, biting and scratching it like a playful kitten. I got it, he squealed to himself feeling accomplished before he rolled away into the nearest flower patch to come back for another round, darting forward with his paws outstretched.
At no point did it occur to Gil that this was not appropriate by any means. He'd just seen something that looked interesting and had wanted to try out the hunting moves he'd seen on tv. He was imagining himself a brave warrior, and unfortunately, Yen's hair was his victim, because the logical side of his mind told him that Yen as a whole was no match. Besides, the sleeping lady probably wouldn't notice too much anyway.
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Post by YENIFER MONTANARI on Oct 21, 2019 19:33:03 GMT 1
| | Yen had been enjoying her nap, enjoying the sun and feeling warm. It had been quiet, peaceful and she assumed her guard knew better than to disregard her warning. She hadn’t exactly been a friendly resident if she was annoyed so far and so she wasn’t overly worried about being disturbed. Clearly, she shouldn’t have let her guard time whatsoever because the next thing she knew something had bitten one of her little babies. She woke up was hissing at the polecat before she really had a chance to assess the situation. All the snakes in her hair were hissing too, ready to strike if the animal tried biting again.
“What a ratty little snack,” she commented when realized that just maybe the polecat wasn’t a danger per se, just a nuisance. She wanted to fling it off of the roof, wanted to petrify it and wanted to just eat him all at the same time. She reached out to grab it by the tail so she could shake a little bit of sense into the creature. “You are lucky I don’t particularly feel like being poked with a needle today or you wouldn’t be able to move for hours,” she commented.
Honestly, the only reason she hadn’t reacted to being ‘hunted’ like that by petrifying the little nuisance firsts chance she got was that she didn’t want to get poked with needles so someone could draw her blood to make the creature live again.
Slithering as fast as her surroundings allowed, she was towering over her guard. “What is that?” she demanded, pointing to the critter and flicking the end of her tail down onto a bench and crushing it to make a point here. She had asked not to be disturbed.
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Post by GILGAMESH PANDORIUM WAN on Oct 24, 2019 1:29:42 GMT 1
The hissing didn't deter Gilgamesh. He'd thought it was coming from the baby snakes, not the big one. Maybe it was crying for its mother. Come to think of it, that way of thinking was probably the underlying factor as to why Gilgamesh had chosen his specific victim. Yes, he was indeed thinking somewhat logical that the big snake would harm him, but the tiny ones were considered small creatures and Gilgamesh was easily triggered by small creatures and children. They were the best meals one could come by. Gil was mid-air when he was picked up by the tail. The world went upside down and he pawed the air curiously as the snake lady spoke. His nose twitched as she called him a snack and he blinked as she spoke of being poked by needles. Was she taking him to get poked by needles???
Gil closed his eyes as the wind pressed against his face. Suddenly he was looking at a guard, one that was not his own. Gilgamesh shifted, arms flailing a bit as he was being held by his trousers. "I'm not a what," he giggled. "I'm a who. A Gilgamesh." He gave them both a big toothy smile. "Wait, no. I'm a Bajang. We're named Gilgamesh." He clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth. "I'm named Gilgamesh. Yes!" It faded as the bench was crushed to rubble. "Am I in trouble," Gil asked quietly, feeling a bit uneasy. "I'm sorry if I hurt your baby. I just wanted to play. Like cat and mouse do on the tv." He crossed his arms over his chest, looking as though he were in deep thought. "They weren't all that tasty anyway," he muttered. "And The Guardian would be made if I ate it." He raised a brow. "Is this caretaker your guardian?"
Gilgamesh couldn't be bothered with focusing on just one topic. He just wanted to run around and play and sniff all the flowers and see if he could find a honey bee to chase around until The Guardian came to retrieve him. "The Guardian is downstairs and told me to wait for him here. Are you going to make me go back downstairs? I don't think the snake lady is taking up all the room, so I should stay. Yup." That was his logic and he thought it was good logic, therefor he was sticking to it. "Um, Miss Snake Lady, can you put Gilgamesh down?"
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Post by YENIFER MONTANARI on Oct 24, 2019 18:33:14 GMT 1
| | Yen merely raised her eyebrow when the pest in her hand turned into a boy. “You’re a nuisance,” she corrected him, not caring that he was claiming to be a who. She didn’t care if he had a name or had a species. She was annoyed that this thing she was holding up by his trousers had attacked her like that. She deserved a prize for not petrifying him on principle. A prize for letting him live. For not squeezing the life out of him. Hell, for throwing him when he apologized like that.
“It is my hair,” she hissed at him. “Your ‘guardian’ wouldn’t be the only one mad. If you ever try to hunt my hair again, you’ll be lucky if you can even breathe.” She was being a good person right now, she was being helpful, educating the kid that clearly had a screw, or five, loose. People like that shouldn’t be allowed to wander freely, even if their guard was just downstairs.
“Miss Snake Lady has a name,” she said, dropping the kid unceremoniously on the floor. “Yen.” With that, she brushed off her hands together feeling satisfied that she hadn’t actually hurt the boy, despite really wanting to smash him too like she had the bench.
“If you promise, and I mean you’ll literally be a statue if you break that promise, not to play with my hair, I will try not to crush you if you play around in the garden or ask questions.” She just wanted to go back to relaxing in the sun, but she wouldn’t curl up in the sun again if he was going to play with her hair again. “I’m only tolerating you because the days are so short and sun so rare here.” The sunlight seemed to be a rare thing here and she just wanted to appreciate it while she could.
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Post by GILGAMESH PANDORIUM WAN on Oct 27, 2019 3:10:40 GMT 1
"I don't know what that is," Gilgamesh spoke with a small shrug, which looked a bit awkward considering he was suspended in the air. He really hadn't meant any harm, but it seemed that the snake lady felt differently. "My mom used to kiss my booboos when I hurt myself. She said it would make me feel better," he said thoughtfully. "Maybe you can kiss your baby's booboos too and make them all better again." He then blinked as she informed him that the snakes were not her children, but her hair. Red eyes peered upwards to look at the snakes and then he pulled at his own hair for comparison. "It's just hair," he pointed out flatly. Gilgamesh didn't understand why she'd gotten so worked up and testy about it. "I'm pretty lucky," he said after she'd finished speaking. "I almost got my box open." He dug into his pocket and pulled out the puzzle box. "The Guardian says I'm seventy-two percent of the way through." His grin held so much pride that it was clear her threat had gone completely over his head. "That's almost one hundred percent. When I get all finished, he's going to give me a prize." As Gil crashed to the ground, he gave a small "Omph," followed by an, "Ow...." He stood up slowly and dusted himself off. "I don't think I'd like being turned to stone very much," he spoke with a small frown. "I just want to play in the garden is all, so I promise." He was mostly promising not to play with her hair. He couldn't do much about the asking questions part. Gil was far too curious to agree to that. With that he shifted and bounded off across the garden, leaping into whatever flowerbed he could find and pouncing out in an explosion of flowers.
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Post by YENIFER MONTANARI on Oct 27, 2019 23:14:51 GMT 1
| | Did he seriously not know what a nuisance was? Well, there was only so much she could educate him on in one go. She wasn’t his mother. Thank goodness. She didn’t think she could handle another round of people depending on her or having to be patient with people. Once before and twice after being made gorgon was plenty of times, despite it being over the course of 24 centuries. Kiss her booboos and make her snakes feel better? How the hell was she supposed to do that? Why would she? It’d just be weird.
When the kid pointed out that it was ‘just’ hair, Yen grabbed a handful of the kid’s hair and yanked. “Are you going to kiss your booboo better?” she asked, wanting to prove to him that hair hurt too. Even regular hair, even if she was trying really hard to just pull on it hard enough for his scalp to sting, not actually pull out his hair. “Hair hurts too. And when your hair is literally -alive- it hurts more than regular hair.” Who the hell had raised this kid? He seemed utterly clueless about everything. Like he was missing half his brain and stuck on lost.
“Seventy-two isn’t nearly one hundred,” she pointed out, feeling the need to correct him yet again. “It’s not even three-quarters of the way there.” Sure, it was better than barely anything, but in these matters, it was only right to be precise. There was a massive difference between 75 and 100 when it came to getting things done. Or how done something was. “Hopefully the prize will be worth it once you finish it,” she said, trying to be a little encouraging at the very least. Or trying to her best anyway. Prizes were always nice and she preferred her prizes to be worth the effort she’d put into a thing in the first place.
All Yen could do was trust him when he promised like that and hope he meant it when he said he wouldn’t like being turned to stone. Nodding at his words, she turned around and slithered back to where she’d been curled up before, making sure to give her guard a gentle smack from her tail as she was turning around.
Once she was flopped in the sun and feeling comfortable again, she rested her chin on her arms and observed the little critter bouncing about the garden. She couldn’t remember ever being that excited about anything, much less flowers, but that didn’t mean it didn’t bring a slight smile to her lips just watching him. Because if she imagined it was just a regular polecat, it was kind of adorable.
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Post by GILGAMESH PANDORIUM WAN on Nov 1, 2019 2:43:33 GMT 1
Gilgamesh gave a sudden yelp of surprise followed by a teary eyed look as the woman made it a point to get her point across. Gil could have retaliated, but he'd been working extra hard to behave. He tried to rationalize how proud The Guardian would be knowing that the woman had done him physical harm on purpose and he hadn't attacked her in return. Gilgamesh gave a stubborn nod and placed pointer and middle against his lips and then to the spot where'd grabbed his hair. "Muah, all better," he told her with a small sniffle. Gilgamesh dropped his hands to his side. "I didn't know it was your hair," he murmured again. "We just wanted to play." He lowered his gaze to the ground. "I won't do it again." Gilgamesh had been trying to tell her that hair grew back, not saying it didn't matter at all. He wasn't very good at being articulate. Yet another thing he needed to work on.
Again the woman seemed hellbent on making him feel smaller than life. Gilgamesh seemed to shrink in on himself. He thought he'd done well when The Guardian had told him he was almost done. The man had been so proud of Gil being over fifty-percent of the way, but now Gilgames was questioning if that was really good enough of if The Guardian was just trying to make him feel better. He quickly wiped at his eyes before tears could start to spill over. Her words of encouragement held no value, for she'd already destroyed what little spirit he'd had for the day. Gilgamesh gave a small sniffle.
He'd tried to restore his happiness while playing and bouncing about. Hopefully it would help until The Guardian returned to take him wherever he pleased. Maybe the Common Room was empty and he could play in there. There was a tv and plenty of games and space for him to color. That helped boost his spirits. He ended up stalking a bumblebee across the garden, unaware of how close he'd gotten to the snake lady until he was only a mere few feet away from her. Gilgamesh stopped in his tracks and started to back away slowly, head down. He didn't want to play with her anymore. He eyed the bumblebee a bit as it buzzed near her before he lost sight of it. Gil gave a small whimper and turned away. He had to find something else to occupy his time. He could play with his puzzle, but what was the point if he was never going to get it open? Yen had completely ruined his day.
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Post by YENIFER MONTANARI on Nov 2, 2019 16:35:25 GMT 1
| | It was hard not to be satisfied when the kid gave her that teary-eyed look. It seemed like she had gotten her point across. Sure, her hair was different from his, but the point remained the same. It hurt when someone pulled on it. Her just happened to be alive. When he ‘kissed’ his boo-boo better, Yen offered him a slight smile. “Thank you,” she said when he said he wouldn’t do it again. “You’re lucky they didn’t bite you, you could’ve gotten really sick.” She might be tough on him, but he’d needed to really be taught a lesson about attacking people like that. You didn’t just attack a random snake you knew nothing about.
Maybe if someone had figured out how to undo her petrifying powers before her family had been destroyed, Yen might’ve been a little more patient with younger people. As it was, the cure to her powers had been found only after the statue of her son had been eroded too much for it to be feasible to reverse it. He would’ve just died in her arms. She’d grown bitter after that. Well, more so than she’d been when it had happened in the first place.
Yen had returned to her comfortable spot in the sun, trying to get back to snoozing. A whimper brought her out of her comfort zone though. Sighing heavily, Yen shifted back to her human form and brushed off her ugly uniform. At least in this form she didn’t have any snakes that would tempt the kid.
Propping herself up against a bench, she leaned back to get the sun on her face. “Go chase that stupid bumblebee,” she muttered. “Promise not to bite.” She didn’t have her fangs or her snakes in this form after all, so she wasn’t as likely to lash out at him. It wasn’t as satisfying to try to soak up the sun in this form, but at least it kept her guard at a distance for now. He hadn’t been overly pleased with her before, but at least she hadn’t petrified the kid so that was good. Nor had she bitten him, so he didn’t need to go to the medical wing. Yeah, she deserved a medal for that. Or a drink. A huge drink would do.
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Post by GILGAMESH PANDORIUM WAN on Nov 13, 2019 3:24:38 GMT 1
See, the mean old snake lady could smile. Gil would have pointed it out if he hadn't been busy sulking due to her cruelty. He peered up at her with curious red eyes. He couldn't tell if she was being genuinely caring or if she was being condescending. One would have made him all bubbly inside, the other, well, technically Gil didn't know what the word meant, but if someone had broken it down for him, he'd have felt rightfully insulted. "I'd get to see The Dragon Doctor," he told her since his brain couldn't differentiate between the two possible scenarios. "He can make flames that don't burn." His red eyes sparkled with amusement at the memory. The Bajang had been fascinated and tickled by the flames. Not in a physical sense, but on a level of amazement that only a child could have. Gilgamesh was definitely a child at heart despite his age. One would think he was half his age by the way he laughed so freely like there wasn't a single bad thought in the world. Gil loved days like those, good days where everything made him happy versus the bad when he was reminded of just how cruel people could be. He'd been abused and it was easy to fall into a post-traumatic episode, but for Gilgamesh, little things count as much as the big ones.
Gilgamesh was already backing away before he could further upset the snake woman who's name was Yen. It was likely a name he would never forget. He'd tell The Guardian of this woman. He'd explain how she'd snakes for hair and a mean face. He'd tell the man all about how she pulled his hair and told him that she'd turn him into a statue. He'd paint her in the ugliest of picures and be comforted by his caretaker whom he'd come to trust above all others. Gilgamesh was ready to retire to some quiet corner when Yen shfted and told him to continue his chase. The polecat lifted it's muzzle, nose twitching a bit. Was that permission? Then she'd gone and said she wouldn't bite. Gil didn't need to be told twice. He leaped over the spot she'd been laying at like it was hot lava and hunted down his bumblebee. It buzzed around for several momets, eventually landing on a flower. Gilgamesh went right up to it and gave it the biggest sniff. He ended up with the scent of flowers flooding his nostrils. Maybe the snake lady would like flowers.
He bent down to knick a few stems when the bumblebee stung him on the ear. Gilgamesh's head shot up like he was a meerkat. A second later those round black eyes of his polecat form were glowing red with anger and he smashed the winged creature to the ground, pounding it repeatedly with one paw. He would punish it for wronging him. When he was satisfied that it was dead, Gilgamesh returned to gabbing as many sweet smelling flowers as he could manage to carry in his tiny mouth. He then ran over to Yen, shifting back and holding them out to her. "I brought you a gift. They smell really nice," he offered them up with the biggest smile of pointed teeth. He rubbed his nose with the back of one hand. It was starting to hurt a bit, but it was okay because the snake lady had let him play with the bumblebee and he wanted to thank her for that. Gil really did have a short attention span.
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Post by YENIFER MONTANARI on Nov 17, 2019 18:28:22 GMT 1
| | Why he seemed so excited about the prospect of getting to see some dragon doctor was beyond her. This thing clearly had more than one screw loose. If anyone belonged in a place like this, it was him and not her. All she’d done was try to add to a museum collection... granted her way of doing that meant real people turned into the exhibit, but that was besides the point. She wasn’t crazy, or dangerous if she was left undisturbed in her vacation time. God awful tourists ruining everything. “The dragon wouldn’t have anything that could make you better,” she pointed out. “Unless he’s well stocked in anti-venom.” Sure, her hair wasn’t deadly, and he probably would be fine without the proper antidote, but he didn’t need to know that. She was trying to make a point here after all.
While she had come up here to enjoy what little sunlight there was, he had already disturbed the peace. She wasn’t able to get back to the relaxed state she’d been in before he’d angered her, so might as well try to get comfortable in her human form and give the kid permission to chase the bumblebee. A genuine laugh escaped her when the kid got stung and his reaction to it. Well, at least he got angry rather than start crying? It was amusing and oddly entertaining.
Yen accepted the flowers, but only because they smelled nice. She liked nature. Gently tucking one behind her ear, she smiled at him. “You sure handled that bee like a good little killer,” she commented. “Thank you for these.” She could be nice when someone gave her something nice. “Those are some pretty sharp teeth you’ve got there, I’m surprised they haven’t filed them down. I don’t really see how anyone here would encourage you to actually use them.” Cracking her neck gently, she ran her tongue over her own teeth before she let her own fangs be visible before she shifted them away again. Last thing she needed was this kid poking a fang and dropping.
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Post by GILGAMESH PANDORIUM WAN on Nov 29, 2019 18:58:30 GMT 1
Gilgamesh had always been entertained by the smallest of things, even as a child. He'd grown up in a loving home with a village that had accepted him as him. They had helped raise him before and after his parents had passed away. Gilgamesh had known nothing but kindness and acceptance for a long time. It explained why he craved it now. When he had been placed in an orphanage, it was only then that he knew just how different he was. Maybe the mistreatment had awakened the demon in him. That was the first time he remembered being hungry around other kids, really hungry. It had only gotten worse when his foster mother had refused to feed him. That's when he'd eaten his foster brother's Guinea pig. It had been so satisfying. His foster mom had not agreed. It didn't take long to be sent back to the orphanage and then the Asylum. Somehow Gilgamesh had formed a baseline. Kindness was grounds for being the way he was raised, anything unpleasant was cause for being the demon he was born to be.
"But he could make me smile and that makes me feel better," Gilgamesh told her, feeling as though his reasoning was flawless. He didn't know anything about anti-venom. In fact, he didn't care. All he cared about was living in the moment of the day, or hour, or second. Gilgamesh was a free spirit above all else. Gilgamesh's eyes widened with surprise and happiness as Yen accepted his gift. He wanted to give her a hug, but instead, he clasped his hands behind his back and gave her a sheepish look. His sobered up a bit when she said he was a good little killer. "It hurt me," he whined in defense. "I didn't want to kill it. Just hurt it a little." Gil looked as if he might cry. He didn't like being labeled a killer because those were the worst types of people.
Gil perked up again as she thanked him for the flowers. "You like them then?" He leaned forward. "They smell nice, yes?" He then stepped back. "Bajang have sharp teeth." He grinned, poking one pointed canine. "For biting and chewing because I like meat!" He gave a nod and then plopped down in his rump. "They can't touch my teeth. He gets mad if they do," Gil commented quietly. "When I'm really really good, The Guardian takes me to the forest to catch squirrels." His mouth watered at the thought. Gilgamesh was about to stand up and poke the woman's teeth when they disappeared. "Aww shucks," he mumbled.
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Post by YENIFER MONTANARI on Dec 2, 2019 15:39:44 GMT 1
| | It seemed pointless to correct him because she had a feeling she would be stuck for hours if she decided to try. It might take dumbing down her language as much as possible and pretend she was speaking to a toddler, but she just didn’t have the patience for that right now. If the kid thought being made to smile was enough to actually get better, she was leaving it up to someone else to correct him. Someone who might have the patience to make him understand rather than going in circles, so she merely nodded at his words in an effort to at least let him know she’d heard him. Didn’t matter if she didn’t agree it seemed.
“It’s ok to kill insects if they hurt you. Nobody will punish you for being a killer of insects, unless you do it unprovoked.” There was, apparently, a difference between killing a mosquito that was trying to bite and pulling the legs off an ant, but that seemed too complicated to get into right now. Had she not known this place was full of people who could turn into animals, she probably would’ve bitten the polecat earlier without a second thought, but since biting people meant she would be faced with needles it had seemed best to avoid it. That said, she might try to temp a vampire to take a bite out of her for laughs.
Yen had always had a fondness for flowers. Maybe it was because she hadn’t seen too many of them as a child, or maybe it was just because her senses were better now than when she’d been human, but they not only smelled good, they felt nice against her skin. “They smell almost like the mountains,” she said. While he still wasn’t completely forgiven for her hair earlier, the flowers had gone a long way to make sure she wasn’t going to go looking for him later and hope to catch him alone so she could really hurt him. He’d get a free pass for this time.
“My sharp teeth aren’t like yours,” she told him, wondering for a moment if she should elaborate before she continued: “I imagine if you bite someone, it really hurts, but then people will be fine with just a pretty bandaid. If I bite someone, they could die. If someone bites me, they could die. My teeth and blood are like those really dangerous snakes you might see on TV, really dangerous to people.” Hopefully he watched TV or had someone around who could explain stuff to him beyond ‘this good, that bad’. “If anyone tries to touch your teeth without your permission, it’s perfectly ok to bite their finger off,” she added as an afterthought, shrugging slightly.
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Post by GILGAMESH PANDORIUM WAN on Dec 22, 2019 2:24:18 GMT 1
Smiling had always made him feel better. It was rare not to see the demon boy smiling with genuine happiness. If he wasn't smiling then something was terribly wrong. Of course, there were times where he was just going through the motions, or when The Guardian had to go away for a long time, or when he was bored, but then there were times where things just weren't okay and he got angry and Gilgamesh didn't like being angry because 'He' would always rear his ugly little head. For Gilgamesh, it was like blacking out only to return to his senses and find carnage in his wake. It scared him, made him unsure of himself, and ultimately he felt guilty for being oddly satisfied by a full belly. He couldn't control it though and at the end of the day, he just had to accept the consequences. The good thing about Manson was, although he was punished, it wasn't over the top like the last place he'd been sent to. Mason was heaven compared to that hell.
Gilgamesh turned that childish gaze to the serpent woman. He didn't like killing, but he could understand what she was getting at. "I just don't like being in trouble," he told her after she'd finished speaking. "I liked the bee until it stung me," he added as an afterthought. Gilgamesh had seemingly forgotten about how rude the woman had been to him earlier. He hardly held grudges, if any. He was quick to please and even more eager to be pleased. It wasn't hard. He had the attention span of a squirrel and if you were mean, but turned a leaf before his departure he could forgive without so much as batting an eye.
"I've never been to the mountains," Gil told her. "But the pictures look nice." He grinned. "Are they as big as they look in the pictures," he asked. "Big as the world." He spread his arms wide, eyes bright with the mental image. He moved a little closer, sniffing the air some to catch the hint of the flower. He wanted to remember that scent so that when he got out of Manson and went to the mountains he'd think of her. She wasn't so bad when she was happy. He'd assumed she was happy because she was talking to him even though she'd told him not to. It made him giggle almost secretively.
He looked puzzled when she explained that their teeth weren't the same. "Mine are sharper," he pointed out as if it was a fact. Gilgamesh didn't really know, but he'd been told his teeth were sharp. "My old caretakers said so. They said I had to be careful. The Guardian doesn't talk about my teeth though." He shrugged. Gil had just been talking to talk because...well, he liked to talk. Nothing wrong with that, right? He scratched his head. "Not everyone gets a bandaid," he pointed out, but there was no beaming pride in his voice now. He crossed his arms over his chest as she spoke of how her teeth and blood caused people to die. Gilgamesh then gasped. "Does your hair make people die too!?" He threw his arms up in the air before his hands wrapped around his throat. "I don't want to die!" He dropped to his knees, a sob escaping him. "You're a rattlesnake," he exclaimed, despite knowing she had no rattle. Gilgamesh was rather fond of the shows like animal planet. It didn't matter though, he thought his life was going to come to an end. "I wanted to live until I was old," he whined. "The Guardian will be lonely now." As dramatic as he was being, he still cared for the man who'd been his caretaker over the last several months. "How long do I have to live?" Maybe he could make a goodbye card before he perished.
He then blinked, pausing in his dramatics for a brief moment. "But you said I was going to die because I bit you. I won't be able to bite off any fingers." Attention span...squirrel-like.
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Post by YENIFER MONTANARI on Dec 27, 2019 19:23:28 GMT 1
| | This kid had quickly gone from being someone she wanted to squash like a bug to someone she could easily manipulate. If all it took for him to feel better was to help him smile, then she had no doubt that she could use him for her own ends if she merely applied the right kind of pressure. As in telling him something would make her happy and that would earn him something too. Gifts seemed like the sort of thing that would always make this kid happy.
“Bees will do that if they feel threatened,” she commented. Most small things would, she usually only bit people when she was tired of them or they had it coming, but that was because she had other means of getting even when people annoyed her. Besides, around here, she was hardly going to get away with it without someone poking and prodding her until they got what they needed to make an anti-venom.
“They’re a bit tedious to climb, especially if you’re like me and want to go places you can be alone, but it’s worth the effort. The view is magnificent.” Of course, Yen didn’t really climb mountains for the view, she just wanted to be somewhere she’d be closer to the rays of the sun as well as be able to just stretch out in her other form. Couldn’t very well stretch out in that form in places that were likely to be populated. Since she had decided she was going to make Gil one of her little tools around this place, especially after he’d been nice enough to pick her some flowers, she didn’t comment on him moving closer to her.
If he hadn’t seemed like the type to want to investigate her teeth a little more closely than what was safe, Yen probably wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of explaining why it was a bad idea. “Sometimes people deserve what they get,” she said, smiling slightly at him when he said not everyone got a bandaid. Clearly that meant he hurt people too. Which was useful knowledge.
When he went on to asking about her hair like that and didn’t want to die, she let him finish his little dramatic tirade. He was jumping from thought to thought and it would be impossible to answer them all until he grew quiet again. Leaning a little closer to the kid, Yen snuffed the air before she leaned back again on the bench. “You’ll be fine,” she said finally. “You don’t smell like you got venom in you. At most you might have a tummy ache later, my hair is the least dangerous part of me.” Sure, she imagined it wouldn’t be pleasant if someone got bit by it, but compared to the rest of her they were pretty harmless. “And if you had gotten enough to die, we would both be brought to the medical wing so someone could make you medicine from me. The people here won’t let you die from me, so your guardian won’t be lonely.” That seemed like the nicest thing she could tell him right now. Besides, it was true. “You can bite as many fingers off as you’d like.”
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