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[gate_of_babylon]

[Gilgamesh was already irritable from being yanked here and being forced to wait until he'd calmed down enough not to quite literally flip tables -- and wardrobes, and other heavy objects -- once he was finally released. Him? The King of All, pulled here by some trifling godling without even properly greeting him and according him the necessary respect? But the piece de resistance was, without a doubt, the fact that he could no longer open the Gate to access his rightful Treasury. The King of Heroes was feeling downright murderous. He doesn't so much as even acknowledge that there's anyone else out there in lieu of threatening the gods who brought them all there.]

Gods... [he smirks slightly and chuckles, but then he's back to simmering anger] Don't make me laugh. Any so-called god who would request an audience with the King, yet fails to so much as appear, is merely another cur to be properly disciplined.

I assure you that your punishment will be sufficiently agonising, mongrel, if my Treasury is not restored to me and I am not returned. Do not waste my time with offers of compensation; there is no treasure you could possibly offer in exchange for the one I was about to claim.

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[gate_of_babylon]

[Y HELLO BB, looks like things won't be so boring after all! This is the exquisite dessert at the end of a five-course meal at the finest restaurant.]

What manner of greeting is that, Saber? And just as I was about to tell you something very important.

[Tsks.]

[fated_blade]

Nothing you could say to me is even conceivably important.

[gate_of_babylon]

[Lifting a finger with an infuriating smile, and it's almost as if he's ignoring her words. Which he kind of is]

But this is a poor medium in which to speak. I shall find you, first.

[fated_blade]

Stay away from me, Archer. I care not to converse with you.

[gate_of_babylon]

[Is he even listening to her actual words? That presence outside Heimdall House strongly hints at a 'no'.

Hello, bb, your stalker has returned.]

[fated_blade]

[She's staying inside. Away from him.
]

[gate_of_babylon]

[That aggravating laugh? Have some more of it]

What's the matter? A knight, refusing a challenge? I do hope your sword hasn't dulled since you've been here, Saber.

[fated_blade]

You have issued no challenge!

[Dammit, how did he know which window was hers]

[gate_of_babylon]

[Never underestimate his A++-ranked Saber Stalking skill.]

You've forgotten already? Well, no matter. That these 'gods' brought me here just before our battle commenced only to bring you to me once more is proof of our destiny.

I do not mind issuing that challenge once again.

[His smile almost looks... normal]

[fated_blade]

There is no 'destiny' for us. Away with you, heathen, and leave me be!

[gate_of_babylon]

[Chuckles, as if she was simply playing coy with him. Which, to him, she is]

Fret not, Saber. I intend to enjoy the chase every bit as much as you. It would be unsatisfying if it were over too quickly.

[Yes, that is what you think it is]

[fated_blade]

[Throws open her window]

Get away from me, you disgusting pig!

[gate_of_babylon]

[Just as planned~]

Ah, at last. I did so want to see your face again, Saber.

[His smile almost looks boyish]

[fated_blade]

Go. Away. No one wants you here.

[gate_of_babylon]

[Comedy gold as far as he's concerned]

Oh? So you would presume to speak for the others who have been summoned here and are unable to leave?

[fated_blade]

Yes, I do.

[gate_of_babylon]

[He's full-out laughing now, like back at the Feast of Kings]

Good, good! I'm overjoyed that you have not lost your arrogance, Saber. I would have been disappointed if the edge of your sword had dulled.

[fated_blade]

You are the arrogant one! Get out of here before I take drastic measures!

[gate_of_babylon]

[Threatening him with that is akin to threatening to throw a rabbit into a briar patch, so he just keeps goading. It's not as if he's not simply telling her the truth, anyway]

Kings and heroes are, as a rule, arrogant. Why else do you think you are remembered, O King of Knights?

Your people cried out for you, and you tried to save them, but did you ever allow them to govern themselves or take responsibility for their own lives? That, my dear, is an exquisite form of arrogance.