First Treasure

[epicdouchebag]

[phone; 10:00 AM]

[What a nice, bright, beautiful day in Mayfield. I mean, who could ask for such an ideal spot to appear out of nowhere? Even though the bed isn't recognized, Gilgamesh gives no fucks. Instead he'll be hopping up right out of the bed and walking outside. Except, wait... just where is he anyways? The last thing he remembered was the war ending, and now he's here? Oh well, no reason to fret. He'll just get himself a good glass of-

...Wait.

Wait...

Woah what the fuck.

WHY ISN'T THE AIR BEHIND HIM DISTORTING?! WHY IS THERE NO GOLDEN GLOW?!

No. Fuck this man. Game over, game over.

Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes, can't access his treasury or fetch his wine made by Gods.

Rage mode? Activated. During his ranting, raving and overall stomping around his house in Mayfield he'll end up knocking the phone right off the receiver to let the entirety of the town hear his wondrous butthurt state.]

Who dared to steal the King's treasures?! Speak up now and I might just let you live, mongrel. [It's to be noted here he's yelling at his drone son who is practically terrified.] Who dared to lay their filthy hands on my things?!

[action; john doe park - 4:00 PM]

[After procuring a wine glass and some wine, given what he's forced to deal with, you can find the ex-goldie laying down on one of the park benches. His irritation knows no bounds and he's taking very reluctant sips from the glass. His red eyes are staring up at the sky and he's trying to take everything in. Feel free to bug him, splash his wine on him, or for people who know him use this opportunity to get sweet, sweet revenge on him.]

Comments

[kingofhero]

Royalty! Are you royalty in the world that you're from? That's very interesting, really, there are all kinds of interesting people here!

[How about that! But back to the problem at hand. . .]

I'm sorry to say, you're in a completely different place now.

[epicdouchebag]

No matter where I am, my title as King of Heroes stands. There are none in this world greater than me, and only few who come close to my level.

[kingofhero]

[Gasp!]

Are you a hero?

[So excited! He'll ignore the wine for a minute.]

You must be really talented at helping people and stopping bad ones if nobody has ever come close to you! I'm not familiar with how it might be done in your world, but I've found it's not really an easy title to maintain. Wouldn't you agree?

[epicdouchebag]

[If you only knew, Keith.]

Many competitors for the throne have come up to challenge me, and many have fallen. I will agree that it is not easy, but I would not be a Heroic Spirit if my exploits had been as common as breathing.

[kingofhero]

You sound very accomplished, you really do! It's very good to make your acquaintance.

[. . . but still.]

Do you think it would be possible for you to enjoy your wine in a park where there aren't so many children around? It's an ideal location, so I'm very sorry to ask, very sorry.

[epicdouchebag]

The taste of this particular wine disgusts me anyways...

[So he's going to pour it right onto the ground and not care.]

So I'll put it where it belongs.

[kingofhero]

[That smile on Keith's face will falter just a little.]

Thank-you, again, thank-you. Just so you know for the future, there are garbage bins near the sidewalk.

[epicdouchebag]

You do make a point. Filth belongs in the trash more than it does on the ground.

[kingofhero]

That's the spirit!

[So, so unsure though. . .]