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Who: Gilgamesh [
evrythingismine], OPEN
Where: Horizon Park
When: November 20, afternoon
Rating: G, PG, PG-13?
Summary: Gilgamesh isn't sure how he feels about Nill's absence from the city, so he's decided to chill in Horizon Park whilemaking that puppet he promised Nill.
the log:
It was a slightly chilly afternoon of November with a gentle breeze that made the air even colder. When he heard about Essuru, he wasn't sure what to think; he wasn't sure what he was feeling. It could not have been sadness, could it? The King of Heroes wasn't so simple as to be affected this greatly by that young girl, was he? Gilgamesh didn't think so, or at the very least he hoped it weren't.
Having decided on taking a walk to clear his mind, he rounded the city several times before eventually picking up where he had left off on the puppet Essuru requested of him. Before she disappeared, she brought to him a shoddy basket filled with tattered pieces of cloth, buttons, thread, and a few needles. What he was making was certainly nothing good. It was patchy, the puppet's color and texture shifting with the different pieces of cloth he sewed together to form a single one.
Gilgamesh sat on one of the benches, one leg folded over the other. Dainsleif was propped up against the bench and Enkindu sat in a heap to his left. The basket was beside him on the right, and the reasonable sized puppet in his hands. He fumbled slightly with one of the less-rusty needles from the basket, sewing together the dismembered parts of the body.
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Where: Horizon Park
When: November 20, afternoon
Rating: G, PG, PG-13?
Summary: Gilgamesh isn't sure how he feels about Nill's absence from the city, so he's decided to chill in Horizon Park whilemaking that puppet he promised Nill.
the log:
It was a slightly chilly afternoon of November with a gentle breeze that made the air even colder. When he heard about Essuru, he wasn't sure what to think; he wasn't sure what he was feeling. It could not have been sadness, could it? The King of Heroes wasn't so simple as to be affected this greatly by that young girl, was he? Gilgamesh didn't think so, or at the very least he hoped it weren't.
Having decided on taking a walk to clear his mind, he rounded the city several times before eventually picking up where he had left off on the puppet Essuru requested of him. Before she disappeared, she brought to him a shoddy basket filled with tattered pieces of cloth, buttons, thread, and a few needles. What he was making was certainly nothing good. It was patchy, the puppet's color and texture shifting with the different pieces of cloth he sewed together to form a single one.
Gilgamesh sat on one of the benches, one leg folded over the other. Dainsleif was propped up against the bench and Enkindu sat in a heap to his left. The basket was beside him on the right, and the reasonable sized puppet in his hands. He fumbled slightly with one of the less-rusty needles from the basket, sewing together the dismembered parts of the body.