[He can probably hear her sit up and fluff her hair into some semblance of order.]
Let's see... Uh, I can protect against elemental trap attacks, send out a decoy against basic enemies... um, basic healing, temporarily increasing the luck for a rare item to appear when the enemy is dead, one or two skills that require the Moon Cell to, you know, be present in this universe... Uh, sorry, I'm still a bit out of it. What do you need, exactly?
O-Okay, how serious are we talking? I've never tried it on, like... severed limbs, but as long as everything's still attached I should be able to help.
Hakuno may sense a piece of herself being prodded at, briefly, as if with a stick—simply his attempts to triangulate her position through purposeful use of his prana—and then, shortly thereafter, a golden portal appears above her head. From it descends Gilgamesh, dressed in robes with half his face covered up.
Though this time it isn't intentional, he positions himself over her as if he has other activities in mind. Staring down, intensely, gauging her, silent at first.]
...you are to tell no one of this.
[Of what? He's being awfully secretive for such a legendary loudmouth.]
[Hakuno herself shifts uncertainly, still sitting on the edge of her bed. The pajamas she's wearing, loose and soft but gray and not particularly eye-catching, pale even further when placed against his own ensemble.]
[With a shift of his hand, he lets the coverings on his face fall.
And even in muted light, it's clear: he has been injured, damaged, in a grizzly way. Deep claw marks bite into his skin. Blood drips from behind the rough wrap of bandages. He's been torn into, down to his neck, where something like a nasty pus oozes from his flesh. It looks, and smells, absolutely dreadful.
Painful, on top of that. Gilgamesh's eyes flicker like an anxious animal's might, darting around the room sporadically.]
[She's seen cruller sights, perhaps, but the Moon Cell didn't often allot processing power for the save of the grotesque. Her eyes widen in surprise, but she carefully slams the lid down on any further reaction. Something in her is screaming that to jolt back right now would be the single most dangerous mistake she could make.]
...well, I mean, have you been poisoned? Is there anything I need to know before I start?
[Still, she obligingly begins to gather up her mana.]
[He says it so casually, like it's no big deal that there's venom running through his system right now. Probably because he's so humiliated that this even happened, that he even had to come to Hakuno for help, he's trying to downplay it as much as he can. Trying to draw attention away from the situation even as it's unavoidable.
His gaze drops from hers, and for a moment he seems almost shy. Maybe this was why he told her not to breathe a word to anyone else.]
[She pauses, and the mana settles into her left hand. She raises it up, near his torn flesh but still a safe inch away from touching it, and activated the first, detoxification Code Cast. There's a second of delay, as the magic of the Regalia records and decodes this non-spiritron particle Servant, afflicted with actual poison rather than a virus, and then it properly transmits.
The glow fades.
She prepares the second one, loading in a bit more power, and this time there is no delay at all as the Code Cast sweeps through him, erasing damage as it goes.
She makes no comments and passes no judgment about his behavior. Not now.]
There's a reason why he came to her, specifically, rather than seek a healer in town: her skills were literally made to patch up Servants. Much as he hated to rely on anyone else, much as he hated to buff her ego, she was the best person for the job, so proven when she cleanses his body of the toxins and alleviates his pain almost entirely.
His body eases onto hers, and in a strange sort of way, they end up embracing.]
Better.
[His head rests by her shoulder... what a cute look for the King of Heroes.]
[He chose the best possible person, then, even with his limited choice. Hakuno's ego is a small, stubborn little thing; it isn't easily crushed, but it hardly grows no matter what fantastical deeds she manages to accomplish. Honestly, she's still a bit taken aback by all of this, but her sleepiness is seeping away.
His weight would almost be comforting, if he wasn't one of the most volatile and dangerous men on the face of the planet.]
[A soft huff escapes him. It could be a laugh, a sigh, or something in between; his expression remains indecipherable, beyond the faintest edges of exhaution.]
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[She finally seems to register the words.]
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...please tell me you haven't actually eaten all of that bread already.
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[There's a pause on his end. An unusual degree of hesitation.]
What are your capabilities as a "wizard"? What degree of magic can you perform?
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[He can probably hear her sit up and fluff her hair into some semblance of order.]
Let's see... Uh, I can protect against elemental trap attacks, send out a decoy against basic enemies... um, basic healing, temporarily increasing the luck for a rare item to appear when the enemy is dead, one or two skills that require the Moon Cell to, you know, be present in this universe... Uh, sorry, I'm still a bit out of it. What do you need, exactly?
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[Some muffled shuffling sounds.]
Where are you?
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[Wait, that might not be very helpful—]
Above my shop.
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Hakuno may sense a piece of herself being prodded at, briefly, as if with a stick—simply his attempts to triangulate her position through purposeful use of his prana—and then, shortly thereafter, a golden portal appears above her head. From it descends Gilgamesh, dressed in robes with half his face covered up.
Though this time it isn't intentional, he positions himself over her as if he has other activities in mind. Staring down, intensely, gauging her, silent at first.]
...you are to tell no one of this.
[Of what? He's being awfully secretive for such a legendary loudmouth.]
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[Hakuno herself shifts uncertainly, still sitting on the edge of her bed. The pajamas she's wearing, loose and soft but gray and not particularly eye-catching, pale even further when placed against his own ensemble.]
What happened?
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And even in muted light, it's clear: he has been injured, damaged, in a grizzly way. Deep claw marks bite into his skin. Blood drips from behind the rough wrap of bandages. He's been torn into, down to his neck, where something like a nasty pus oozes from his flesh. It looks, and smells, absolutely dreadful.
Painful, on top of that. Gilgamesh's eyes flicker like an anxious animal's might, darting around the room sporadically.]
It is none of your concern.
[He skips the asking stage and simply demands:]
Tend my wounds.
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...well, I mean, have you been poisoned? Is there anything I need to know before I start?
[Still, she obligingly begins to gather up her mana.]
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[He says it so casually, like it's no big deal that there's venom running through his system right now. Probably because he's so humiliated that this even happened, that he even had to come to Hakuno for help, he's trying to downplay it as much as he can. Trying to draw attention away from the situation even as it's unavoidable.
His gaze drops from hers, and for a moment he seems almost shy. Maybe this was why he told her not to breathe a word to anyone else.]
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[She pauses, and the mana settles into her left hand. She raises it up, near his torn flesh but still a safe inch away from touching it, and activated the first, detoxification Code Cast. There's a second of delay, as the magic of the Regalia records and decodes this non-spiritron particle Servant, afflicted with actual poison rather than a virus, and then it properly transmits.
The glow fades.
She prepares the second one, loading in a bit more power, and this time there is no delay at all as the Code Cast sweeps through him, erasing damage as it goes.
She makes no comments and passes no judgment about his behavior. Not now.]
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There's a reason why he came to her, specifically, rather than seek a healer in town: her skills were literally made to patch up Servants. Much as he hated to rely on anyone else, much as he hated to buff her ego, she was the best person for the job, so proven when she cleanses his body of the toxins and alleviates his pain almost entirely.
His body eases onto hers, and in a strange sort of way, they end up embracing.]
Better.
[His head rests by her shoulder... what a cute look for the King of Heroes.]
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[He chose the best possible person, then, even with his limited choice. Hakuno's ego is a small, stubborn little thing; it isn't easily crushed, but it hardly grows no matter what fantastical deeds she manages to accomplish. Honestly, she's still a bit taken aback by all of this, but her sleepiness is seeping away.
His weight would almost be comforting, if he wasn't one of the most volatile and dangerous men on the face of the planet.]
Happy to help, I guess.
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Do you fear me?
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[She wasn't that drunk, she thinks.]
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Do you fear me, as of this very moment...?
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[How did she put it again...?]
It's more that you're fearsome than that I'm specifically afraid.
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[On a whim, he runs fingers along the side of her face, the motion itself almost something like gentle.]
I suppose you'd like a reward for your efforts.
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I don't really mind.
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That's hardly an answer.
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You've got a clever mouth, girl. Is that what kept you alive in your precious Moon Cell?
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Well, that and a particularly beautiful and cunning pair of Servants.
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