Indie blog for the Devil Arm Gilgamesh of DMC 4.
Tracking tag - Pugnis.
M!Anon - Not accepting.
Blog may be triggering or NSFW at times, but nothing of sexual content.
Mun is of age, but this is a preference.
⊰⚔⊱—— This time was different, as unusual as it was the rusty hues were focused off in space. Not a sound leaving him and he almost seemed to be stuck in place, lost in thought, something surprising for Gilgamesh. Deep thinking is a rare occurrence for him, now being such a time and he hardly noticed it might be time for him to snap out of it. He needed to get back to the shop soon and this wouldn’t help him much after the whole… destroying the place incident, he never had been chewed out so much in his life until then. Well, there was when Echidna caught him, but he never spoke of that.
Still, clear nights often got him thinking when he went out and it seemed like his mind may not be coming back to reality easily. Old memories always did this to him and now was no exception to it.
“Hello there.” His stare relented, face softening a small bit. “Good evening, and what brings you around these parts?”
⊰⚔⊱—— Since he took that as a sign to relax, he supposed he better start talking now. Gil didn’t wish to be rude now. “Traveling, sir,” not a lie, traveling was normal enough for him when he felt need to leave the shop temporarily. “hope that I’m not bothering you with my arrival.” He meant that of course, he held little to no desire to create problems.
Noah simply glared at the new arrival, hands still for once.
⊰⚔⊱—— Glaring? He almost seemed confused as to what warranted that, last Gilgamesh had checked he hadn’t exactly… done anything wrong so why was this man giving him the cold shoulder? It almost made him wonder if leaving may be a better option than standing around like he was now. This isn’t how he wished to make friends.
█ ♚⋮ ━━;; Jade, of intense hue narrow on the form he had pointed to previous, brow forming a flat line on the flat plain of his forehead. “No thanks, I only work Tuesdays.”
A jest of little consequence, meant more to be an irritating remark than a conversation starter.
⊰⚔⊱—— Only on Tuesdays? Rustic hues were now focused on jade, he looked as if he was trying to figure out if he was serious. He wasn’t… was he? He didn’t know, humans were confusing.
One more moment of silence, he finally figured to speak up. “Tuesdays as what? A comedian?”
█ ♚⋮ ━━;; ”I hate everyone. Especially that one guy over there.”
⊰⚔⊱—— Really? Who pissed in that guys coffee was his main question, he didn’t even know this guy and he was declared an object of hatred? “Well fuck you too!”
ϟ } —: A breath expelled from her nostrils, showing not contempt or chagrin as it usually had but a certain debility she hardly dared to show. But with her exhausted semblance came honesty. ” People usually go to sleep when they’re tired. “ … with a side of smart-ass.
⊰⚔⊱—— Smart assy comment aside, he didn’t exactly react to that, stupid question and he was genuinely wondering what reason she was irritated for. She could have at the very least told him, but he didn’t comment on that either. “I knew that, I was wondering why you were tired, ma'am.”
Not that he wasn’t a smart ass either, he could be one whenever he ended up being rubbed the wrong way.
His presence startles her. The scent of steel, heated to nigh hellish incalescence of searing pain and the very subtle hint of wood, if not earthy. It sparks a recollection from the humanized weapon who had been curled up under the oak desk where the half-devil sat behind, or usually does as he is currently not present and that makes her even more tense and frantic as the pitter-patter of rain drops continue their torment.
No, she did not enjoy the rain. Each plink sound brought a flash of lightning nigh matching Alastor or Nevan’s might with painful recollections atop that tower…
But she is intrigued by familiarity, eager for something to take her wheeled mind off of that night, oh so long ago. Peeking up from behind the desk, verdant hues ‘neath full lashes would regard the male before she parted lips to speak, ❝ Gil…Gamesh—? ❞
⊰⚔⊱—— There was a sense of familiarity that washed over him, the scent of gunpowder was one thing in particular he noticed and the other? The other immensely reminded him of their master, realization worked it’s way in his mind the moment he turned to face her. His name? Now this led him to one conclusion, a moment to think about it and he slowly crept towards the desk. “Yeah, that’s me, just… got caught in the storm earlier,” understatement, he didn’t just get caught, he looked like a drowned puppy right now. “so… which one of the guns are you? U-uh, sorry if that offends you, that isn’t what I meant to do also!”
He really hoped that wasn’t the case involving whether she would get offended or not, he knew only two or three of them that stayed often close to their master and the gunpowder was what led him to think it can’t be the sword… he’d probably smell blood and lot’s of it in that case.
If anything his curiosity may get the better of him, rusty red hues were watching her almost like he’s awaiting an answer. It provided two distractions at least, him off being soaking wet from the rain and to add into it, possibly Gil wanting to teach whoever created the damn thing a lesson on why not to ruin great days.
Oh yeah, yeah that was, given for one thing he might be about to face the vast consequences of his little choice. Gilgamesh getting overzealous in practice was normal, but this took the cake given he literally managed to become a wrecking ball in a sense. This is why he was often told to leave over not allowing his wild ideas overtake him in the shop. Not only is their master going to be angry, he had a feeling in the pit of his stomach he may have to work off the repairs himself given the holes in the wall, his desk, the pool table, windows, and maybe the jukebox would need it again.
A nervous smile came across his tiers, almost as if he wondered whether or not if he should prepare himself for the first round of lectures. She caught him after all, he certainly was not going to expect her to say that he can’t really get off the hook easily. Perhaps that’s why he immediately backed away slowly sped off in the other direction so he may find a broom or whatever else he may need for this. Cleaning duty and he had a feeling he would be doing more than just this later, nothing he couldn’t handle hopefully.
With luck, maybe he’ll get off with a fair sentence after doing large quantities of chores and odd jobs. Most likely not, Gil’s luck was not exactly on the fortuitous side.
⊰⚔⊱—— Sleep seemed to have evaded him this time, sighing, he almost seemed to wonder if he should find something to do. Foggy days and foggy winter days at that was not what he felt like sitting through. Too restless and he half wanted to run out the shop.
