[ dictated // action for the castle halls ]

[heroisms]

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[thirteenth]

[He was walking the corridors when he was collided into by a small running boy.]

A-Aa...

[heroisms]

[ off in the distance ]

HOLD HIM STILL!!

[thirteenth]

[Keeping a hand on Ashura's shoulder to hold him; he nonetheless positioned himself between the man and his pursuer.]

Are you alright? What's going on?

[heroisms]

[ Aaaand he skids to a stop. Damn mongrels getting in his way. ]

By royal edict of the House of Uruk, I command you to step aside!

[ Totally laughing. ]

[cackling maniacally]

[wishmadeinfire]

[His day had been going so well before all of this! Suleyman had down his hair wonderfully, though of course he would need to let it grow out some more again, and Barnabas had offered delightful company and conversation. And then, this happened. It was a total accident, meeting Gilgamesh in the halls, but the minute he'd seen the obsidian rock in his hand and that grin and recalling their conversation earlier... yeah, he took off.

Call it cowardly if you wanted, but Ashura knew Gilgamesh was powerful and so was he. A full on fight between them could potentially hurt anyone around them and Ashura would not risk that - so he ran, with the occasional blast of fire behind him to deter the older king.

Growled, he ducked down a hall and hurried, taking steps downward in leaps of five at a time.]

If this is the way you insist on acting I was right to call you a dog!

[ following you forever...]

[heroisms]

[ You may want to rethink going down that hall, Ashura. There may be SWORDS SWORDS SWORDS in you way. ]

Then let me sharpen my fangs, my good man! It is what a dog would do, no?

[leaving a trail of candy behind~]

[wishmadeinfire]

[Uh, well, that was interesting, wasn't it? In a burst of flame his sword came out and he pulled a metal fan from his belts as he sized up where the blades were. Slowly his steps he took a single breath before calming himself and then beginning a quick, rapid dance down the stairs to avoid the blades and set up a wall of fire behind him to deter Gilgamesh for a moment.]

Sharpen them all you like, they'll be useless if you can't sink your teeth into flesh!

[ creeper~ ]

[heroisms]

Ah! The Fey King finally shows a bit of passion!

[ Yeah, those flames? Totally put out, almost frozen solid with the swipe of a small dagger. And then Gilgamesh is back on the trail! ]

Dictated

[i_barnabas]

You might receive more answers, you know, if you didn't address people as "mongrels."

As for your question, I should say the answer is fairly obvious; actions are what matters. An attractive tyrant is still a tyrant.

Dictated;

[heroisms]

Ah, yes. It is a rather...annoying habit, I must say. All of this running made me forget my manners, pardon.

But what if he does not look the part of the tyrant? What if he is simply an innocuous man, one you would never believe to be a member of a royal house?

Is he even still royalty, then?

Dictated;

[i_barnabas]

An interesting habit. [That says a lot about you, really.]

Running?

Of course. Appearances don't always line up with reality, surely you know that. Besides, in the end, a king is only a man. Take the trimmings off of any royalty and you simply have a human being. Actions define them as they define us all.

Dictated;

[heroisms]

I've been chasing someone down. It's no large matter.

And if that man is more than just a man?

[regulare]

[ stuck in clinic so you're gonna get some dictation to him once the message is written. oh... gilgamesh... you're so odd ]

I suppose no one really wants a scruffy looking King, but I think his actions are what the people would remember more than his appearance.

[heroisms]

Ah -- Alistair, was it? Yes, I believe it was.

How was your world ruled?

[regulare]

I'm so honored you remember my name.

Well the King sat on his shiny throne and gave orders to his little minions to go and do his bidding. [ deflects the question with humor~ ]

[heroisms]

You very well should be. And it's for that very same reason that I'll ask again.

How did your King rule, Alistair?

[narrowcage]

[ does not know why he's bothering, but the subject kind of interests him ] Both, not that it matters.

[heroisms]

Of course it matters. Only a fool would think otherwise.

[narrowcage]

In the end, the gods will decide everything, regardless of what the king might think.

But who would want to follow an ugly, clumsy looking king anyway?

[heroisms]

And only a fool would let the gods decide his fate.

I wonder that very same question, myself.