[ He keeps quiet for now as he just passes through the corridors with mild interest to what she is saying and more focused on something else entirely. The result of a death of one low life trash running their mouths means nothing but another body to replace the last one.
Something of Beatrice's obvious presence means she has a certain theme to her. Granted that Gilgamesh is over four thousand years old if you count from birth to current time, he always preferred having the classics mixed into with the modern. So there is something appropriate depending on what 'era' he feels on enjoying while he is alive in this second life... especially since the world of today is too ugly beyond hope of recovery.
And starting today? Beatrice is one of the few that gets to share that luxury, next to his best friend. And the room they finally stop at? Well... as soon as Gilgamesh opens the door and nonchalantly enters inside, it is a spectical hard to describe besides Victorian. Now turning around, a small smirk spreads across his face as if the earlier digressions were just minor insults easily forgotten and motioned with a free hand for Beatrice to come on inside with him to see for herself. ]
Rejoice, witch. Starting today, you will take part of the many luxuries very few could even fathom dreaming about. However, this is treatment to those I consider very close to being as my family... so even with your assurances, I expect to be shown that this is not a choice I would come to regret.
This is where you will stay and sleep as long as you are here. Do with it as you wish, but know that this hospitality will only last until the games are over and it has been decided where your place is in the end. [ A snap of his fingers once more and the chain disappears from his grip and from the collar around her neck, leaving her to be 'free' again. ] This is non-negotiable, and will be as such until it has been decided other wise on where you are more suitable. Understood?
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[ He keeps quiet for now as he just passes through the corridors with mild interest to what she is saying and more focused on something else entirely. The result of a death of one low life trash running their mouths means nothing but another body to replace the last one.
Something of Beatrice's obvious presence means she has a certain theme to her. Granted that Gilgamesh is over four thousand years old if you count from birth to current time, he always preferred having the classics mixed into with the modern. So there is something appropriate depending on what 'era' he feels on enjoying while he is alive in this second life... especially since the world of today is too ugly beyond hope of recovery.
And starting today? Beatrice is one of the few that gets to share that luxury, next to his best friend. And the room they finally stop at? Well... as soon as Gilgamesh opens the door and nonchalantly enters inside, it is a spectical hard to describe besides Victorian. Now turning around, a small smirk spreads across his face as if the earlier digressions were just minor insults easily forgotten and motioned with a free hand for Beatrice to come on inside with him to see for herself. ]
Rejoice, witch. Starting today, you will take part of the many luxuries very few could even fathom dreaming about. However, this is treatment to those I consider very close to being as my family... so even with your assurances, I expect to be shown that this is not a choice I would come to regret.
This is where you will stay and sleep as long as you are here. Do with it as you wish, but know that this hospitality will only last until the games are over and it has been decided where your place is in the end. [ A snap of his fingers once more and the chain disappears from his grip and from the collar around her neck, leaving her to be 'free' again. ] This is non-negotiable, and will be as such until it has been decided other wise on where you are more suitable. Understood?