[closed] you're not alone.

[babbylon]

CHARACTERS: Gilgamesh and various characters
DATE: throughout the team's stay in Oska
WARNINGS: None anticipated, besides some angst; will update if necessary.
SUMMARY: Gilgamesh has gifts to give! And though he's not really in the mood to do it, give them he shall.

[This is a catch-all for Gilgamesh's purchased gift-giving extravaganza! Individualized starters are below.]

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[heelies]

[He peers down at the page and the primordial soup of characters therein, and with his eyes he follows the guidance of Gilgamesh's finger. Zeus - it is indeed a fitting word to grasp first, firstborn of the gods, the almighty king of the divine. His own great grandfather, the fruits of whose blessing he has received time and time again. Achilles nods his assent.]

Very well - indeed will I delight in hearing of how Zeus who bears the aegis overthrew the power of his father Chronus and sealed him forevermore in the black pits of Tartarus, or of the many lovers he has pursued with his passions so ripe. Tales of awesome might and tales of ardent love are both very much to my liking, and so you should find it easy to locate such a one that will be pleasing to hear.

[babbylon]

You are quite the lover, Achilles, so I shall tell you tales of how Zeus loved in turn.

[A compliment Gilgamesh offers without so much as a blush or a stammer; they were similar in many ways, one of which being that neither of them saw any shame in lovemaking or descriptions thereof. Gilgamesh turns the page, this one depicting Zeus entangled with a giant snake, and begins his narration.]

Zeus' sexual prowess was well-known, so much so that it was prophecied even before his birth. His mother, Rhea, forbade Zeus to marry, hoping this would negate the issue. Instead, it infuriated Zeus, and he threatened to violate her. Rhea transformed into a great serpent to deter him, but...

[Gilgamesh taps the picture with a chuckle.]

As you can see, that did not go over too well, and he had his way.

[heelies]

[The compliment he takes graciously, no differently than he would a compliment granted to his prowess in war: his countenance warms with pride, and he nods as if to both accept Gilgamesh's words and turn them back on him.

Quickly he is drawn into the story which the king of Uruk weaves. It is rather a rare one from the vault of tales which proclaim the triumphs and tribulations of the gods, one glinting with scandal and the promise of shock, for such acts would fast bring judgment upon the head of a mortal - but the gods are impervious. And so Achilles' eyes light up as he listens. While Gilgamesh's words pour over him, from the page he plucks out the same shapes of the letters which form Zeus' name.

When Gilgamesh pauses, he chimes in.]

I should tell you of how it was that my father Peleus conquered my mother Thetis, the silver-footed goddess, despite all her devious tricks which he devised in resistance to him.