nobody's in the mood for recording 6.9: the post-trial garden tea "party"

[tsunderine]

The flowers that bloomed at the end of the trial are ones that only seem to prove, continuously, that the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Of course, it's only natural that many of the people are full of mixed emotions - grief? sadness? anger? frustration? maybe something else completely different?

But it's there, along with the end of the week.

Miasma still continues to be around, of course - but make use of the fact that this might be the last time it'll be at a low level one before it shoots up again.


Well.

Life continues as usual, disregarding any feelings that any of the house's occupants might be feeling.

So what are you doing these next two days?

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[finalring]

[ part of hin wants to argue that she was simply trying to help, that she saw the dire situation and wanted to help in whatever way she could, just like anyone else...

but he also knew that gilgamesh was right. this was caused by her naive idea that this house would actually give them something good, instead of trying to trap them at every corner.

but still... ]

It’s probably a matter of time before someone does it on purpose. You even saw today with Rosa pulling out her gun like that... it’s only a matter of time before someone goes and does it, you know?

[ and that makes him feel so, so afraid. that he could be on the receiving end of someone’s sword or knife or gun—and that he’ll die. that his body could be discovered next week or the week after that...

but he won’t tell gilgamesh that. ]

...You should stay safe.

[sageking]

[ And so, Gilgamesh listened to what the other said...really, considering the situation Romani's worry was reasonable. How could it not be?

Yet...

To him, it made him want to laugh. How many times has he felt such an emotion in a situation like this? So he'll let out a low, dark chuckle, stepping closer to Romani, with a smile on his lips that certainly didn't fit their predicament. ]

Tell me, Doctor:

You do remember who I am? I am King Gilgamesh, King of Heroes, and there is no other who could boast such a claim. Keep in mind I am not so foolish enough to allow myself to fall to some lowly mongrel's gun or blade or whatever devices they may have so easily. You do understand that, do you?

[ He'll reach out fingers reaching to touch his cheek. He didn't even think twice, he just did it.

Gilgamesh didn't think of the feeling that ran through him when all three of them were seemingly cornered in the room by a killer robot. Nor did he think of the feeling that came when he and the others were forced to face a 'bomb' down and what the possible outcome may be.

He would never show Romani any weakness, even when his own life was uncertain. The man had placed his trust in him, and he was his King. His. ]

It'll be you who will need that caution more than I. Of course, I also don't intend to act so foolish that it will damage my credibility, or even yours. Therefore, at this time your worry is not needed on my part. All you have to do is trust in your Great King.

[finalring]

Ah—

[ the king’s response is both expected and not. the grand, arrogant words were not new at all, and they have the same confidence that the doctor had always known about. it was not false confidence either—roman knew that gilgamesh believed these words from the bottom of his heart.

and yet—

and yet—!

the way that the king touched his cheek made his heart skip a beat—made it ache with complicated feelings that he did not want to have but that were too late to deny. this was bad. this was bad, bad, bad and part of him wanted to shrink away and run because...he doesn’t feel—no, he knows he’s not allowed this. he doesn’t deserve this.

but he leans into the king’s hand anyway, drawing in a shuddering breath. settle down, he tells himself. even if roman knows that he doesn’t deserve this, he wants to at least pretend like he does for a short while. ]

I believe you, King Gilgamesh. I really do.

[sageking]

[ Of course he did, or that's what Gilgamesh would think.

Seeing the Doctor so receptive to this drowned out thoughts of reason. Why wouldn't it? He had fingers moving slightly to caress the man's cheek, as his red eyes watched him intently, a smile still on his lips that may appear unrepentant, yet somehow charming in a way. ]

As you should, as I will not tolerate you having any doubt in me.

[ He'll move the hand to then rest against Romani's right side, leaning a bit forwards. ]

Together, we will see victory. I will not allow our total defeat to come so easily, and I expect the same of you...who I will require to continue being by my side, and doing what you can to assist everyone here.