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[ 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.

I know you have no idea, that's why this is so horrifically awkward. And I'm very certain I'm in the right place unless there's someone else in the city called Gilgamesh.

[ But hey, he responded so that's a step in a... direction. It's a something. And currently a something is better than nothing, even though she's still winging it in every sense of the word. ]

I'm Ana, I'm part of the Libra and Gemini apps. [ Best to give him a name before she goes any further, now that she seems to have his attention. Even if she has very little idea how the rest of this will go- there is still the very real possibility that he won't listen. Or if he does, he won't want anything to do with her.

But she's here to try all the same. ]

And I wanted to talk to you about something I found in the Library.

There's all sorts of colorful characters on the stage of this city. Who's to say there isn't another Gilgamesh besmirching my good name somewhere unfortunately nearby?

[ he did indeed respond instead of just. hanging up and blocking her number. he's intrigued enough to hear 'Ana' out, at least--she hasn't threatened him, she's one of the magical weirdos, and what she has to say is... interesting.

terribly interesting. and Gilgamesh has such a fraught relationship with interesting. ]

Hoh? And whatever could be on your mind regarding that grand receptacle of knowledge and all the little things inbetween, Ana?

Who knows, maybe there is another running around getting into all sorts of trouble. But unfortunately, I checked a few hundred dozen times and you are the Gilgamesh I need to talk to.

[ Over and over, she checked the spelling of the name in that book - that proclaimed it was never Dumah that was her father, but a man her mother met one night. Over and over she read it, just in case she got it wrong. Just in case she misread. But no, the name never changed and her search results always showed the same thing, the same person.

In the end, it led to him and the father that name belongs too. ]

Just a look into some family history. I wanted to find out some things about my mother, and... [ She hesitates, for a second. Then she sighs; here she goes, time to reveal what has been weighing on her mind the past few days and pushed her to call him. ]

The name of my father wasn't the one I was expecting. The book states my father is - [ And here she will say the name that sits printed there clear as day, for their ears only. One that Gilgamesh is so very familiar with. ]

Your luck must've run out. [ he bites down on the 'mongrel' that threatens to slip out. old habit.

but he listens intently as she lays her pitch bare, legs crossed and head tipped to the side as if the act of hearing someone out caused him a great burden--and for anyone clown-related that might be looking at him, it shifts over time. one moment, listing and at repose, and the next sitting up stiller and straighter with a thunderous expression gathering on his face, brows drawn, eyes narrowed as this girl--this Ana suggests.

suggests.

the silence shivers for a long moment, and then Gilgamesh sighs. rubs his eyes with his fingers, letting his head drop back for a second exhausted time. ]

That goddamned whore.

[ The silence drags, a heavy weight sitting between them both as she tells him of her discovery. There's so many things he could say or do right now, and she's not entirely sure which way he'll fall in this. Of all the things for him to say, though, she wasn't expecting that.

His words pull a clipped sound from her, a laugh but without the amusement, and she'll count herself... Lucky? Is that the right word here? That it sounds like he does believe her. ]

It was a one night stand too, just to make it worse. [ Because she read up about father dearest - of his family, his wife of many years - so her opinion of him is already incredibly sour. ]

Is it safe to assume you believe me, or do you want to see the book yourself?

[ Her words are the words of a stranger. She knows she doesn't hold much weight here. ]

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