And The Walls Came Tumbling Down

[these_guys]

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: November 28 - 30
Summary: GET IN HERE AND MINGLE
Rating: BUT PLEASE MARK YOUR THREAD CONTENT ACCORDINGLY
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[deadpanned]

[As it happens, this twelve-year-old boy in T-shirt and jeans is standing approximately where the motorcycle is about to land, but even the impending sight of imminent death is apparently not enough to get him to change facial expression from his blank, expressionless deadpan; rather, with a brisk and calculating look, he takes three steps to the right and proceeds to stick out his thumb in the universal sign of a hitchhiker.

WHAT DO, KING OF RADICAL HEROES??]

[rulebreak]

[Good thing you moved, because he had nooooo plans of changing trajectory. Gilgamesh did slam on the brakes, however, and stop to evaluate the scene in front of him.]

Oh...? And just who are you, to think you can simply gesture at me and expect results?

[deadpanned]

[Quietly, he just kind of surveys the situation through dark, gleaming eyes, before replying with unruffled calm.]

Evidently, I'm someone who gets them, given that you did in fact stop as requested.

[rulebreak]

Don't get cocky, mongrel.

[#actual canon line]

I might just be planning to get you out of the way and continue with what I was doing. Consider the fact that I spoke to you first the highest honor you could ever hope to achieve.

[deadpanned]

If that were true, I see little point in bothering to stop in the first place. Between your motorcycle's weight and force given its previous momentum, I would hardly present any sort of legitimate obstacle — particularly if I am in fact inconsequential enough to be considered a mongrel in the first place.

To whom am I speaking?

[rulebreak]

You would ask for my name--something all should already know--before offering your own?

[deadpanned]

Yes.

[God help us all, he seems to be serious.]

Given that through what is assuredly no fault of your own, your name appears to have failed to precede you as far as initially anticipated, I presumed the appropriate solution was to remedy the oversight as quickly as possible before ever considering less worthy matters.

[...dammit Rudy.]

[rulebreak]

...

[you're a weird kid.]

Give me yours first; I refuse to provide such obvious information to one not willing to do the same.

[deadpanned]

Commodore R. Miller, of Her Majesty's Royal Navy.

[RUDY YOU ARE TWELVE.]

A 'mongrel' of the scurvy sea variety, as it were.

[rulebreak]

Gilgamesh of Uruk, slayer of gods, king to surpass all others, and he who owns all the world's treasures.

[he will not be out-titled, thank you very much.]

[deadpanned]

[And at that, he almost (almost) ends up wearing something vaguely akin to what might be a smile, because this guy has just proved that he is either:

1) completely serious
2) batshit insane
3) 100% on board for playing along with whatever shit Rudy might throw at him

and no matter which of those it is, this is going to be entertaining.]

Your Majesty. I see now that it is understandable I did not recognize you, on the grounds that your appearance as pertaining to your renowned identity was naturally kept from me for matters of national security.