[ic inbox] - Kaisou

[throwmoreswords]

You'd ought have a good reason for calling upon me directly, Mongrel.
State your case and don't bore me--or there may be consequences.

username: AUO

✉ ☏ 📷

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text; un: darkSlayer

[kowase]

[ the night had been hellish. between the damn bear that broke into his house, and the duck that's currently living in his bathtub, he's had about enough of this stupid city and its stupid nonsense that it's been holding him hostage with since he arrived.

he'd come here to learn magic and start to understand the secrets of the hidden supernatural world. And instead he's done little more than get cursed and start remembering a life that wasn't his. And he's had a particularly violent memory tonight that's thrown him straight down into a pidgeonhole of feeling like he's something horrifying. he'd started getting hints of it when it first started, but seeing dante's face, seeing himself torn apart and... transforming into something makes his stomach sink through his guts again, and even if he'd gone to bed early, watched dante disappear into the night sky via his window...

it's 3am and he's wide awake again after a very fitful sleep. He needs something. he needs a drink. and he needs it from somewhere he won't be asked questions too many questions and revealing far too much(zulius), somewhere he feel he won't be ashamed for overthinking memories that aren't his (zhongli), so the only other option...

gil gets a text at 3am. is the golden man awake? he doesn't know. but he has to try. ]

are you awake or should i assume you ahve sensibly gone to bed.

[ little effort put into typing and spelling properly. everything's fine ]

text; un: AUO

[throwmoreswords]

[ gil had also had a long day, though all things considered, he would probably not win a struggle olympics against vergil as things stood. being tangled on his laptop dealing with two, three dozen panicked emails about why he was in America until further notice was probably nothing compared to the worst hookup known to mankind and... other things that gil's not privy to, but if someone gives him an inch, he'll certainly try to argue that it's just as feasible.

it's 3am and he's barely begun to consider sleep between the varying screens of his devices, flicking between e-mails and texts and half a dozen other things that keep his drunk spiderweb's worth of companies running, so when a text comes through on his main phone--his private phone--he almost ignores it until he sees that it's coming from the Libra app.

he could use a laugh from another stranger deciding to be obnoxiously rude for no goddamn reason, so he decides to open it and see who it is--only to recognize the username, but certainly not the lack of capitalization and the typo, of all things. ]

I will sleep only when forced to. Are you all right? Did the bear come back to take you to a secret lair and now you're texting under duress? Use an emoji if he's monitoring you.

Email; From: Takamaki, Ann

[femmecatale]

[I love you so much Jackals, but I'm not going to write out another 'please give me a job' email when I've done that a lot in the last year, lol. But basically, Ann sends him an email that's incredibly polite regarding the job posting he put on campus for the part time personal assistant position. It includes a copy of her resume and her contact information.

Plz contact her sir.]

email; from Gil. just Gil.

[throwmoreswords]

[ i am hurt and offended that you didn't write me a whole inquiry e-mail, my immersion is broken, i will never love again.

he reads the e-mail over and hey, she like, checked it for grammar and spelling and didn't have her iPhone accidentally sign it as Queefmaster 5000, so she's at least moved into round 2 of considerations. he'll send an e-mail back maybe six hours or so later. ]

Thank you for your interest in the position, Ms. Takamaki. I would like to meet you for a face to face interview at this stage of proceedings; would you prefer to meet in a public space or my hotel accommodation? I'm still unfamiliar with the area so I am uncertain as to which public venues are available, if you have any suggestions.

[ is this secretly a test to see if she can come up with researchable information? maybe. at least he's not insisting on the hotel and triggering the 'this is secretly a weirdo looking for a sugar baby' alarms, right? ]

action;

[kowase]

[ the same day as this, Gilgamesh is going to get a visitor inside his teapot within a few hours.

he's had a few hours to himself, and now--awake or asleep, Gilgamesh is going to hear Vergil enter and move to the kitchen inside his quaint little teapot home; where Vergil starts to unpack a few items--starting in on cutting vegetables with some measure of distraction for some sort of cheese-and-tomato salads and some sort of dried meat with crackers and fruit board.

on the counter is that boquet of flowers and that letter, from Zulius.
Thanks to his demonic senses, he WILL hear Gil enter--and will not raise his head before speaking. ]

...I may need your advice on something.

action;

[throwmoreswords]

[ it's probably a widely debated mystery as to what Gilgamesh does, all alone in his teapot for days at a time, emerging like the world's gaudiest ghost to haunt Vergil in measured doses before he once again disappears--

but the answer's simple. it's e-mails. he's always answering e-mails, or calling this person, or comparing this stock history to that stock history--there's something that settles against his bones, soothed by the constant flux of data, of issuing commands, and we don't have all day to get into that

but Gilgamesh is in the middle of one of these zen e-mail sessions when the feeling of something coming into his space reels across his senses, and the domestic sounds of someone puttering around the kitchen reaches Gil in the room he's tucked away in--and it's enough to spark his curiosity, because Ann texts before she turns up, and nobody else really comes into the teapot without being bidden. he leans in the doorway as Vergil, the only person who might dare venture in without express permission, makes himself at home in the king's kitchen, to his bemusement. ]

I'd like to point out, you came in here, and thus, I am not compelled to wear pants.

[ ... he is, however. it's a gaudy snakeskin crime against this side of good taste, but it does count as pants. ]

What has you bustling around my kitchen with such an interesting energy, my friend?

[ still feels weird to say that. not sure about it. he licks his lips like a dog that's looking for the last vestiges of peanut butter on a bone as he moves to make himself comfortable at his kitchen island. ]

text, shortly after seeing a certain post on the network...

[prunedworlds]

Are you planning on fighting that dragon that's supposed to show up soon?

Why does she want to know? She has her reasons. Whether they're GOOD reasons, though...

text: un: AUO

[throwmoreswords]

Not even slightly. I've only fractions of my power back and would likely end up more distraction and liability than help.

Brutal honesty applies even to one's self, after all. After a moment, a second text comes through.

Why? Are you intending to wade into the field?

text: un: MrColdFeet

[anyprice]

[ yes yes its just been a few days since they met up again but this is really important he hates to ask a favor but he REALLY needs to ask a favor. ]

hey you up lol

text ; un: AUO

[throwmoreswords]

depends on who's asking

[ Sam doesn't need to know he doesn't sleep much anymore ]

text, un: jingnyan. (around teresagate 3)

[pranas]

Gil, I need you to do a favour for me.

[throwmoreswords]

An ominous text to receive, but I may oblige you. What's up?

Morning of March 2nd

[anyprice]

[ It's the best night's sleep he's had in months. Clock Cleaning aside, being able to fall asleep and not worry about being woken up by some sort of magic trying to bind you or some sort of person hovering over you is ...strange.

Gil is curled around him in a way that makes it difficult to move. The bed is horribly comfortable, and while the odd magic *hotel room* inside Gil's car doesn't give any sort of indication to day or night, his stomach gives a telltale whine of it's definitely been at least half a day since you last ate and his ribs were starting to complain about that fact.

They were still in the parking lot of the cafe, having spent the next dozen hours in one another's company, talking and... not talking, so the idea springs to his head. Biskitti has take out drinks and food.
He could easily...

....

He tries to pull away from the man currently curled around him. Usually, pulling away from someone asleep is easy, they sort of become deadweight right


But

gils grip is like stone, and he finds himself... stuck.

Ah.

Well...
This was an unexpected development.

Maybe if he shapeshifted to be a little smaller, wiggled just a bit more... ]

[throwmoreswords]

[ it's been a while since Gilgamesh had someone in his bed.

an oddly long while, all things considered--he's a creature of desires and carnal habit, and he's not afraid to go out looking for someone to pass the time with. he'd probably found a few lazy hookups among the normal population in Kaisou, all things considered, but they were fleeting and only meant to notch some small meaning on the day whiling by

he has something slightly more interesting in his web today

Sam's wiggling stirs him, light sleeper as he always was, and he looks amused at how the man looks in the dimmed neon of the love hotel room, nose pressing to the back of his neck. ]

That eager to leave me again?

[ it might be meant as a joke. it probably isn't. ]

Midmarch, Sidequest

[kowase]

[ magical weapons have become something of an interest to Vergil since he 'woke' to his powers--and while the magic side of his shop was only one small showroom so far--he was determined to grab up as many items he could to fill it. A magic sort of 'Excalibur' that got stuck in a stone? He was interested.

Even if Gil's own expression seemed to be one of vast annoyance --and thus, here they are.

In front of what looks like a group of cosplayers and try-hards in front of what very much does look like 'Excalibur' as Gil might remember from his vague past life memories. The blade is even glowing as it's stuck inside the giant rock. ]

...Here I expected there to be actual competition for this thing. But do not look to your left.

I believe those are supposed to be Arthurian re-enactors.

[throwmoreswords]

[ there is a buzzing annoyance forming at the corners of his skull

what had started as a small curiosity is rapidly developing into Something Stupid, and Gilgamesh only has so much tolerance for Something Stupid. the sword is familiar, at least, even if it's not... right. there's etching that doesn't work for it, and it seems almost blasphemous to see the blade completely unsheathed--like any moment, air should dance around it to conceal what it is

his fingers itch to claim it. the King had never had Excalibur--ever denied to him, one piece he could never obtain

and this his attention snaps back to the re-enactors because Vergil talks about them, and he finds himself muttering darkly. ]

They're all terrible at this. Artoria shouldn't be such a scrawny man, for one. [ the headache of a memory carving its way through his neurons and synapses is beginning to itch, and he brings a hand up to his temple as if he means to steady it ]

text > action; in the teapot

[illucesco]

[Noctis waits a couple of hours, before he goes to find Fluvius and knocks on the door. Just for good measure, he texts Gil as well:]

i’m here for a hostage negotiation. i’d like my sword back, thanks.

text ; un: AUO

[throwmoreswords]

who is this

text: un: MrColdFeet

[anyprice]

hey fam

might do something unwise
but
the order stole one of the kids
idk what to do
but i cant stay still and just watch it third party

text; un: AUO

[throwmoreswords]

Sam, don't
Don't do something unwise
You're already on their radar are you certain this is a risk you should take?

action at some point after the midmonth

[killerapp]

[There is a knock! It is insistent!]

[throwmoreswords]

[ which is weird as hell because most people in his teapot just barge in since they're invited.

he'll answer the door after a moment, expecting one of Sampo's raccoons or Vergil trying to avoid seeing him pantsless and instead there's just a twink. ]

Hello. How did you get in here?

6/18 or so, action

[conseqweinces]

[So, Wei Wuxian is a person to go where his whims take him when he's not with a mind numbing day job or his more fun POKEGO work. He doesn't have much reason to go to Brick Alley or by that shop in front of the funny Dollar Tree that Blackthorn and Clover keep shouting about.

In fact this "Auguries of Innocence" place seems pretty interesting. But you know what else is interesting that's taking a little nap on top of a very very fancy car?

Jing Yuan's cat. That Wei Wuxian is going straight up to. This is more important than antiques and he will lean against this car to reach the kitter catter.]

Mimi! What are you doing on top of someone's car? [HE'S COMMITTING A NYANDALISM! THE SCOUNDREL!]

[throwmoreswords]

Waiting, as he knows he will be taken for a drive to Starbucks for one of those pet-sized cups of whipped cream if he's cute enough.

[ calm down, he has a purrmit.

Wei Wuxian wanders in accordance to his whims, and Gilgamesh finds whatever fancy best suits his mood. their desires, while yet parallel, are oddly aligned, racing to the same point in the horizon in pursuit of amusement. ]

And he is Terribly cute, as we both seem to know, stranger.

extremely backdated to when d-squared was still kicking, text; un: goldenrose

[twofoldfury]

["I'm doing this as a favor to Ol' Gil; but. You know. I'm a good guy!" Sampo told Diarmuid.

The Gil in this world is not the King of Heroes. Even if he has the parameters. He had a different life. Different experiences. Same infuriating demeanor. But if Gilgamesh was worrying over Ritsuka's wellbeing. Diarmuid wouldn't discount that and, while worded carefully, would share what's been confirmed.]

She is alive and in hiding in a place whose security I confirmed myself.

[At the very least, the man whose life was spent on the run has a good sense of what's a secure hiding place.]

action; sometime in early june

[anyprice]

[ sometime After this conversation, Sampo's going to eventually find his way home--...to Gil's home, and wander around a bit.
The man's probably locked into work on his laptop and in 7 different meetings at once, so

he takes his time, he gets a drink to calm his nerves, he eats some cheese and fruit from Gil's fridge that definitely costs more than what it's worth, and after putting some of said cheese and fruit on a plate, he's going to go sneak into wherever gil is hiding in his massive teapot house.

if he's in a meeting, he'll linger outside for a bit until it seems to be over, but. If the king is silent--or soon becomes silent--he's going to sneak his way over and crawl into his lap.
Pushing his laptop out of it like he's some big cat, and not actually some six foot tall man with big shoulders who really has no business doing this sort of thing.

here. he brought cheese and fruit. peace offering, don't be mad. ]

[throwmoreswords]

[ Gil's voice is a pleasant murmur from the second floor of the teapot manor--he's doing a rather passable back and forth in French, actually, his regular bold tone of voice only occasionally broken by searching for a word, or considering a turn of phrase, so Sam will have plenty of time to mull over what he wants--to splash some water on his face, have a glass of wine, eat cheese acquired by dubious means.

by the time the Fool plucks his courage up and makes his way upstairs, peace offering in hand, Gil will be back to simply typing, his headset pushed to the side as he glances up at Sam's entrance, gives him a pleased little crook of his lips, and continues with what he's working on

it seems to be a pleasant collection of sounds--the quiet pieces of domesticity--until Sampo mounts the bed and slowly wages a campaign against Gil's lap desk, and Gil, ever willing to let him cook, watches it happen as Sam slowly edges some several thousand dollar piece of technology softly and slowly off to the side, replacing its presence with himself.

he probably could've held onto the computer a little firmer, if it mattered, but for now his fingers rest on the home keys on Sampo's chest, eyebrow firmly cocked as he considers the man in his lap. ]

I feel like there's a message you're trying to send me.

Delivery!

[kaisoumods]

[There's a priority mail delivery for Gilgamesh from Professor Oak. Inside the delivery is a labcoat with "Professor Blackwood" embroidered on it, a box of shiny charms, an honorary membership card to POKEGO, and a masterball.

Attached is a note]

Hello Mr. Gilgamesh!

My name is Professor Oak, the head of POKEGO. I wanted to contact you personally to give my thanks for your extremely generous donations to our organization. I can't tell you how much relief it gives me to know that our team members will be fairly compensated for their work again. I didn't want to tell the others, but it brought me a lot of grief that I couldn't give them the money they deserved after the Willow incident.

As a thank you, I've spoken with my friend Arceus, and we've agreed it prudent to give you honorary membership. From now on, you will be known as Professor Blackwood among us. This name will help shield you from being tracked down by any other groups like the Black Order.

But don't worry, you won't have to do any additional work! Just continue enjoying the pokemon that our staff bring to you. If they bring a pokemon you particularly like, feel free to give them one of the shiny charms in the box as a reward. We may also send the apprentices to you as part of their rite of passage, I hope you don't mind!

Finally, the purple ball in the box is quite special! This is a Masterball, the strongest type of pokeball. If there's a pokemon you ever want to keep but isn't one that's easily caught, the masterball will surely handle it! Just be careful when you choose to use it, they're pretty rare!

Anyway, that's all I wanted to say. Thank you again, truly.

Sincerely,
Professor Oak
Only with Knowledge can One Grow

action

[poisontippedcure]

[Rose hasn’t liked Gilgamesh.]

[She also hasn’t spoken to him in the better part of a year. The last time she did, it was in the Library of Alexandria, and she was neither kind nor patient.]

[There’s a part of her that would be happy to leave it at that. To pretend that she didn’t piece together what happened in the battle with Kirei, to pretend that he wasn’t the one who saved them.]

[But she can’t, in good conscience. At some point, it’s no longer even about revenge——she’d likely be dead if it weren’t for Gilgamesh. Leon and Jusis would, too. And everyone who stormed Asgard.]

[So she swallows her pride and shows up at his house. She’s carrying a basket of tea and Japanese sweets as a goodwill gesture. There’s a knock on the door, and whenever she sees him the first thing she’ll say is:]

I wanted to thank you. And make sure you’re okay. I don’t know what it was you did against Kirei——but i imagine it doesn’t come without cost.

[throwmoreswords]

[ Gilgamesh has mostly filed Rose into the same place he stores the rest of Vergil and Zulius' People: creatures that he has a periphery understanding of, but no particular interest in interacting with. he's not gone out of his way to find her again--especially not after the mouth she'd given him nearly a year ago, but he also doesn't see a point in antagonizing her because it'll just make the people he actually cares about fussy.

so imagine his surprise when she shows up on his doorstep--in his doorstep--with a little basket of goodies and a weird look on her face. he takes a minute to carefully put his body back on (Vergil's sleeping, he doesn't need the energy right now) and open the door.

he is wearing pants. thank whatever God you might believe in. ]

Well, I killed him, to put it simply. [ it's... very matter of fact. almost patient, as if he believes that Rose is under the impression that somebody cuffed Kirei and carted him off to the asshole section of jail. ]

... I am fine. My Master needs a majority of our shared energy to recuperate, but I will ultimately be fine.

action; a couple weeks after asgard

[fionnuisce]

[He spoke to Vittore first, because Vittore was far easier to talk to. Yes, he had been trying immeasurably hard to separate Caster from Archer from this Gilgamesh, but when it came to the matter of that Noble Phantasm...Waver would be lying if he said he had put that primal fear completely behind him.]

[But he was trying, which was what led him to reluctantly seek out Gilgamesh with a cake-sized box in hand and a cheerily trilling Sprigatito at his heels.]

...I thought you might be interested in meeting Paracelsus. [Prrrr? The cat tilted its head cutely, radiating a sweet and calming scent as he curiously approached Gilgamesh.] And...well, I brought you something, if you're interested. Do you like castella cake?

[throwmoreswords]

[ well this is odd.

of all the people to wander their way to Gilgamesh's sector of the house, he was not expecting that particular Master to darken his doorstep. he blinks once and then looks around, as if to see if there was someone else Waver might be speaking to. ]

Ah, are you here for one of the shiny charms? [ as perplexing as Waver's presence is, he does like little cats.

... especially little green cats. he crouches down to offer the back of his hand for a good sniff of consideration. the mention of something for him earns another perplexed look, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. ] I like sweets well enough, though castella's spongier than I normally seek. [ he's not stupid, so. ] ... did you bring me a cake?

Why?

text: un: hotgoss

[bebest]

[It's been some weeks since the Everything happened in Asgard and Zulius has largely left Gil to lick his wounds. But there's a thin line between taking some personal time and actively avoiding someone, and in Zulius's unhumble opinion, Gil has now crossed it. He's worried, as much as the king might fuss about people doing so, but he's given the man enough time, so:]

Soooooooo. What's the game plan here, Pumpkin? Just avoid me until I forget you exist, ooooor?

Anyway. Ting a ling, times up. I'm here to bother you. Where are you?

[throwmoreswords]

[ Gilgamesh is definitely avoiding Zulius and Vergil. ]

?

I'm the CEO of a massive network of companies and corporations who just spent most of a week unable to interact with a computer or telephone. What do you think I've been doing?

[ avoiding Zulius. and Vergil. but Zulius doesn't need to know that and Gil thinks he's smarter than a particularly determined herd-leading zebrataur. ]

I'm working.

text, un: jingnyan

[pranas]

Gilgamesh, there is a favor I must ask of you.

text; un: AUO

[throwmoreswords]

You may ask whatever you please, though whether I grant it is another matter.

text: un: Mr. Cold Feet

[anyprice]

[ hey gil are you at work youre getting a text from sampo
its like
a clusterfuck of emoji before getting to the point ]

😢😢 😢 🤧 🥺 🥺
🫠🙃 ☹️😞 😭 💀
💔 💔💔 💔 💔 💔

Hey what do you do when a big rival shows up in ur territory do you like
be the bigger man or try to pretend their presence isnt gonna interrupt your dealings or what

text; un: AUO; 1/2

[throwmoreswords]

[ he was working but then you blew his phone up with emojis so now he's like

staring at this. pondering it like most would an orb. ]

I don't have any big rivals left, Sam.

Text; un: lycaon

[paraselenic]

[It has been quite the past few days, to be sure. Lycaon, given a task to put together a menu by Gilgamesh, with four hours as his time limit, has completed the task successfully. Sure, it did require overdosing three supportive friends on juice and coffee to do it, but let's not delve too deeply into details.]

Sir Gilgamesh,

It is my honour to report that I have completed the drink menu for the banquet you are hosting for Mydeimos.

Please have a glance at your earliest convenience:
Download Attachment

My hours have been clocked in at 4 hours and 25 minutes for acquiring ingredients and assembly. My deepest apologies, it took longer to print the napkins than I anticipated. But I have already calculated out their order time without pay, with the readjusted time being 3 hours and 54 minutes.

Thank you for the opportunity. I look forward to your reply.

-Lycaon 🌙

text; un: AUO; 1/3

[throwmoreswords]

[ the ends justify the means, of course. if some people will see and do battle with the Hat Man for the next four days because they're so keyed up on lemon and coldbrew, then that is a sacrifice that must be made of the inferior men of this era.

Gilgamesh is lazily contributing to the daily search for the kitchen when the text comes in. he's walking out of the Vault letting the forty gold coins jingle merrily in his pockets (a surprise tool to entice Sampo with later) when his text tone plays. few numbers are allowed to trigger that noise, so he's quick enough to pick up the message--and then he has to go find his clown so that they can 'ooh' and 'aah' over the menu together, the King pretending that he's oblivious to the way fingers keep sneaking into his pockets as he delights over Yuzu lemons and speculates what sort of merlot Lycaon's gotten his paws on.

and then he gets to the second half of the message, and the world... doesn't stop, exactly, but there is a stutter as things cease making the full breadth of sense to the King between one heartbeat and the next.

all of this work took barely over four hours, and Lycaon still... wished to deduct time from the end product.

perhaps it was a testament to how distant the lineage of the King is from mortal men, but it'd make just as much sense to say adding two and four equaled banana revolution.

three hours and fifty-six minutes.

he turns to Sampo as he opens a different, pinned message-grouping in his phone. ]

text; un: photocutie

[trailblazingspirit]

Mr. Gil,

Hi! I attached a ZIP file of all the pictures I took of the event. I'm assembling a photo album right now, but I had the idea of two photo albums—one that Mydei can show off to people, and another that commemorates all the crazy stuff starting from when Mr. Lycaon froze the cake.

If you're both fine with it I could send you the second album as well!

[Attached: PARTY_ATTHEBAKERY.zip]

voice | un: anarchy

[nefilim]

[ Ana has turned over the 'hows' of telling Gilgamesh about her discovery for a good few days... The combination of "stranger" and "another sibling coming out of the woodwork" doesn't do her much favours here. Hell, she does expect him to not really listen to her - but she's loathed to keep this a secret either. How he handles this information is up to him, but she will say her piece one way or another.

And she's not doing this over text either; if she's going to tell him about this, she's going to tell him. ]

So. [ So. ] Good evening and all that. First, I know how this is going to sound coming from an absolute stranger. But after what I found out, I wanted to tell you.

Have you got a moment, or should I just unload into your voicemail?

[ This is not going to be just an email. ]

[throwmoreswords]

[ it's not. impossible. to get ahold of Gilgamesh. he is technically behind ten proxies and a whole Yasuho, but he doesn't particularly hide from people, but.

people are usually very, very careful about calling him, given his famously mercurial temper and lack of appreciation for things that Waste His Time. so, since so few people call him, Gilgamesh picks up his phone without thinking--by process of how things usually work, it's gotta be someone who knows him?

and then he can't place the voice. he listens to the word vomit on the other end for a moment, skimming his memories for who the hell this is, and then the content of what she has to say is perturbingly intriguing, and well. ]

Are you certain you've found the right place, stranger? I have no idea who this is.

action, post terrible beach adventure.

[leontas]

[ the moment they were able to leave Mydei wasted no time in leaving, walking with singular determination back to the place he called home, to his brother and his brother's clown wife. he must have looked quite the sight walking through the city at whatever time it was, but Mydei doesn't pay it any mind. he doesn't pay anything much mind as he moves, limbs heavy with exhaustion and chest tingling with the phantom prickle of the acid that had taken him down.

he wants─ no he needs to sleep. to close his eyes and just rest.

only once he enters the foyer of his brother's does Mydei come back to himself, golden eyes blinking rapidly as he takes in his surroundings. without thinking he had come back to Gil, to this nightmarish house he has grown so terribly fond of. ]

...I'm home.

[ and he is covered in the drying remnants of golden blood. where did you go for four days, Mydei? ]

1/2

[anyprice]

[ mydei is a new guy in the house and having him gone for four days was worrisome, especially when he and gil didn't seem to... notice? until it was the final day. but as Mydei walks inside, Sampo immediately finds himself scattering towards the foyer to meet their new roommate and brother in--

...

blood.

that's

that's gold, but that's blood. Sampo knows what blood smells like, sadly. ]

Christmas Delivery 12/25;

[paraselenic]

[Somehow this gift makes it to Gilgamesh. More likely than not it was handed off to Sampo to deliver to him, with the humble request to deliver it to him. That would likely be the safest way. There's no way Lycaon would approve of the chaos that is the randomizer house.

It's a rather simple basket. One of Lycaon's own that he wove from magical mangroves in one of his past requests 'that bartenders know how to do'. Inside is a bag of treats as he would give to everyone. This one for Gilgamesh is Mersu, a recipe he looked up just for Gilgamesh. Thankfully, it was quite an easy one. In the plastic bag is a label the name of the treat, along with 'for Sir Gilgamesh'.

Next is a candle with the scent profile of ozone & cedarwood. A strange gift to give a god, who can buy a million candles if he wanted. Kind of materialistic?

Third is an envelope, and if you open it, it's a picture of Sampo in the Kanto Spirit Gate. It's taken candidly, as he's talking on the phone in the picture. However, there's a little bat-like Pokemon gnawing on his hair with a vengeance. Lycaon may have snuck this photo while Sampo was mid panic to Dan Heng.

Finally there's a note behind that photo.]

Sir Gilgamesh.

A Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas to you.

I know you are not one for overly materialistic gifts. Through my time working with you I have gotten a grasp on what you value, so I won't take too much of your time embellishing these gifts.

I simply offer experiences to you this Christmas. The first is an old Mesopotamian recipe I happened upon while researching desserts. It's quite a simple one, but I suppose that's why it's held the test of time. The dates and pistachios make for quite a nice combo. I hope you like them.

The candle. While it might seem a bit cliche of a gift, I finally tracked this little one down. Wolfmen have the ability to detect the scent of your...self, more or less. It's not something a cologne or perfume can change. It's simply who you are as a person. This candle, with the scent of ozone and cedarwood, with a bit of lightning as its undertone is yours. Please consider my way of passing along something to you that no one else can, being the only wolfman in this city.

The photo...I simply thought you'd like this. The bat Pokemon is my little companion, Veronika, and she's quite...taken with Mr. Koski. She likes to tease him a little. Though she's a bit rough about it.

I won't lay platitudes at your feet being overly grateful for your hiring of me. I am thankful, do not get me wrong, but you were quite right that I needed to put value into my work. If I am allowed this space in this note to speak freely, I would say I am one of, if not the only coordinator that can keep pace with you.

I look forward to planning any and all events you have for next year.

-Lycaon 🌕

P.S. I did receive your gift. Thank you for the bonus--I'll be sure to put it to good use. Sir Zulius has granted me permission of taking the helm of his new restaurant in the Vogue, so I will likely be putting it towards that. I'd like to invite you to it to eat there sometime.