Well, if the corruption isn't too deep, I can purify it just the same as toxins or paralysis magic. I... I tried my best with your other self, I tried until my Body was on the cusp of breaking and I blacked out, but whatever that incubus did to him, it got him deep, and it spread fast. Back when he and I first met in this world he was... uh...
[Thank God she doesn't have to look him in the eye for this...!]
He was being mounted by a demon lion. I intervened, and what little corruption there was at that point, I could take care of. I think, as long as you keep your sexual partners among the untainted, you should be okay. ...and as long as you don't get overpowered in battle, somehow. He didn't have relations with that incubus, as far as I'm aware.
For me, the Regalia preserves my current state; I'm not sure, but I think if my Body ever became too corrupted, the Regalia might just delete it and generate a new, pure one.
[That's total conjecture, though. More pressingly...]
...Gilgamesh. Has nobody told you...?
[Oh boy. She squeezes his hands right back.]
Death doesn't stick, here. If you die, you'll just wake up back in Tel'Adre, I think. So, I can't fulfill that request. But if that does happen, then I'll do everything in my power to save you, no matter what. I promise you that.
[ yes, ok, he has heard a little about this demon lion business and he's still Trying Not To Think About what exactly they're insinuating.
... ANGSTY DISMAY INTENSIFIES. ]
Is that so? Then, under those conditions, I suppose it is already too late.
Truly, I could laugh. Of course that mongrel would not tell me something like that... perhaps he hoped to spread his revolting disease. I cannot say. How fittingly ironic, I suppose, that I would find my quest for immortality realized at such a price.
[She pulls back, if only to give him a supremely unimpressed look.]
I should have expected that you wouldn't be able to resist spreading your legs for yourself, you silly old narcissist.
[She heaves a sigh and squeezes his hands again, summoning up the power of the Regalia and sweeping it through him. It's a warm, gentle pulse of her mana, different from the soft thrum he might have gotten used to feeling from their Master-Servant connection. As long as the damage isn't too severe, if it even exists, she should be able to purify any corruption he's accumulated up to this point.]
[ This is definitely his punishment for calling her "filthy." ]
Don't say such things, Master. I was simply punishing that one for daring to occupy my identity and for his other transgressions.
[ Maybe he's being a little dramatic, but well, Hakuno, we have both Seen His Other Self. It's a wretched fate. However, it would be just like his Master to never give up and to keep trying even in the face of challenges. He laughs again, arrogance resumed, but they both surely know he'll take her warning seriously as far as corrupted partners.
Possibly there will be a Talk, at least.
His Master's hands are warm and the pulse of energy between them is the touch of the Moon Cell's power, which has a certain familiar feeling even now. Yes, perhaps his concern is a little bit abrupt. Here, in this place and time, it certainly feels like all is well. It's comfortable and familiar, even. Gilgamesh had been keeping somewhat distant even while they lay together, but at the press of her purifying hands -- hands he extended his own towards -- he clasps one hand in one of hers and wraps his other arm around her shoulder, pulling her into a literal embrace. ]
You know, you were by my side long enough to learn ways to "Punish" that don't involve sexual congress.
[...but might, in fact, involve no small bit of nudity. She can't deny that, so she doesn't even try. She huffs against his chest, less upset and more just... fondly exasperated. After a short pause, her free hand moves to gently rub over the expanse of his back, slow and soothing.
There are many things she could make fun of him for, but not wanting to lose himself to a strange new magic he doesn't understand?
She would never.]
...well, it doesn't seem like there was much harm done, if any... not that I could tell you anything specific without a full-frame spiritron scan. So, if you get carried away and something happens with an actual demon, just come find me and I'll take care of it as best I can, no matter what. Deal?
Well, I've given you most of the details. He was on the ground, being mated by a lion.
[She could go into purple prose and excruciating details, but she's not naturally inclined to that sort of hobby. Mocking Gilgamesh, certainly, but that's hardly the mental image she wants to hold onto, just before going to sleep. She gently pats between his shoulder blades.]
Ha. I'm certain it would be better than that dragon woman's fare.
[ not that this is saying much, is it? ]
Don't you enjoy the taste of real food, Hakuno? It must be pleasant, having experienced such unworthy tastes in the Moon Cell labyrinth... though I suppose you will say the Moon Cell of your timeline was superior.
In any case, you should come aboard my Vimana sometime. I promise you would enjoy yourself.
Don't worry. If I drop, I'll just end up back in the Regalia.
[It goes on like that, simple, comfortable banter and jibes, in-jokes and off-handed lines of conversation that gradually peter off as her breathing evens out and her eyes drift shut. Once fully asleep, she nestles closer, going lax as if her safety was without question.]
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[Thank God she doesn't have to look him in the eye for this...!]
He was being mounted by a demon lion. I intervened, and what little corruption there was at that point, I could take care of. I think, as long as you keep your sexual partners among the untainted, you should be okay. ...and as long as you don't get overpowered in battle, somehow. He didn't have relations with that incubus, as far as I'm aware.
For me, the Regalia preserves my current state; I'm not sure, but I think if my Body ever became too corrupted, the Regalia might just delete it and generate a new, pure one.
[That's total conjecture, though. More pressingly...]
...Gilgamesh. Has nobody told you...?
[Oh boy. She squeezes his hands right back.]
Death doesn't stick, here. If you die, you'll just wake up back in Tel'Adre, I think. So, I can't fulfill that request. But if that does happen, then I'll do everything in my power to save you, no matter what. I promise you that.
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... ANGSTY DISMAY INTENSIFIES. ]
Is that so? Then, under those conditions, I suppose it is already too late.
Truly, I could laugh. Of course that mongrel would not tell me something like that... perhaps he hoped to spread his revolting disease. I cannot say. How fittingly ironic, I suppose, that I would find my quest for immortality realized at such a price.
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[She pulls back, if only to give him a supremely unimpressed look.]
I should have expected that you wouldn't be able to resist spreading your legs for yourself, you silly old narcissist.
[She heaves a sigh and squeezes his hands again, summoning up the power of the Regalia and sweeping it through him. It's a warm, gentle pulse of her mana, different from the soft thrum he might have gotten used to feeling from their Master-Servant connection. As long as the damage isn't too severe, if it even exists, she should be able to purify any corruption he's accumulated up to this point.]
Please, be more careful from here on out.
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Don't say such things, Master. I was simply punishing that one for daring to occupy my identity and for his other transgressions.
[ Maybe he's being a little dramatic, but well, Hakuno, we have both Seen His Other Self. It's a wretched fate. However, it would be just like his Master to never give up and to keep trying even in the face of challenges. He laughs again, arrogance resumed, but they both surely know he'll take her warning seriously as far as corrupted partners.
Possibly there will be a Talk, at least.
His Master's hands are warm and the pulse of energy between them is the touch of the Moon Cell's power, which has a certain familiar feeling even now. Yes, perhaps his concern is a little bit abrupt. Here, in this place and time, it certainly feels like all is well. It's comfortable and familiar, even. Gilgamesh had been keeping somewhat distant even while they lay together, but at the press of her purifying hands -- hands he extended his own towards -- he clasps one hand in one of hers and wraps his other arm around her shoulder, pulling her into a literal embrace. ]
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[...but might, in fact, involve no small bit of nudity. She can't deny that, so she doesn't even try. She huffs against his chest, less upset and more just... fondly exasperated. After a short pause, her free hand moves to gently rub over the expanse of his back, slow and soothing.
There are many things she could make fun of him for, but not wanting to lose himself to a strange new magic he doesn't understand?
She would never.]
...well, it doesn't seem like there was much harm done, if any... not that I could tell you anything specific without a full-frame spiritron scan. So, if you get carried away and something happens with an actual demon, just come find me and I'll take care of it as best I can, no matter what. Deal?
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definitely, her presence is very reassuring, though. ]
Hm, Master, you will make even the King of Heroes blush, saying such things.
As that topic is concerned, hmph ... I don't want to know the details of that lion encounter, do I?
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[She could go into purple prose and excruciating details, but she's not naturally inclined to that sort of hobby. Mocking Gilgamesh, certainly, but that's hardly the mental image she wants to hold onto, just before going to sleep. She gently pats between his shoulder blades.]
Are there any topics you do want more details on?
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-- hm, yes. Mongrel, are you actually wanting to sleep tonight?
[ SHOVES HER DOWN INTO THE PILLOWS... ]
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[She flails a bit, before popping her head up for a breath and a put-out look.]
I was all set to, but somebody wanted to come and visit.
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A prize, for the first woman to make me lie all night with no "sexual congress"!
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[She pauses.]
And it's hardly the first time we haven't had sex while spending the night together, unless I'm missing some very strange memories.
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Not while I was embracing your peasant body!
[ don't even be pedantic here, woman!! ]
Hm. It was some beast with the head of a goat, serpent, and a lion. I destroyed it with my flying aircraft. Its flesh created a fine and savory taste.
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[She reflects on that.]
So, you want to feed me your roadkill, basically.
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[ not that this is saying much, is it? ]
Don't you enjoy the taste of real food, Hakuno? It must be pleasant, having experienced such unworthy tastes in the Moon Cell labyrinth... though I suppose you will say the Moon Cell of your timeline was superior.
In any case, you should come aboard my Vimana sometime. I promise you would enjoy yourself.
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[She's had a few feasts that even he wouldn't immediately scoff at.]
Oh!
[Her eyes gleam.]
To go flying? ...yes, I think I'd like that.
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[ -- cute Hakuno gleaming eyes? ew, gross. ]
Try not to fall off and die, then, Master. It would make quite a mess for me.
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[It goes on like that, simple, comfortable banter and jibes, in-jokes and off-handed lines of conversation that gradually peter off as her breathing evens out and her eyes drift shut. Once fully asleep, she nestles closer, going lax as if her safety was without question.]