Servant: Gilgamesh
Strength: B
Endurance: C
Agility: C
Mana: B
Luck: A
N.P: EX Gate Of Babylon
Fallout Manipulation - 6
Magical Feathers - 5
Paint Generation - 7
Rolls Dice = Fantasy World creation - 10
Randomly Generated Due to ERROR
Comic Book Pretty -1
Kaleidoscope -2
Power manipulation -2
Pint-Sized +1 point.
Wanted (Protectorate(ENE), E88, ABB, Endbringer-Leviathan) +4 points
I woke up in the dead of night facing the moon and stars.
'Where am I?'
Everything feels so strange. As I took in everything around me. I was in some kind of harbor or a broken and abandoned one at least. The ships here look like they have been here for a few decades at the least. I look up to the moon as I tried to recall how I ended up outside. The last thing I remember was...MY laptop exploding like a fricking grenade.
'How am I even alive? Am I in the afterlife?' I began pondering my location as a gentle breeze started to blow by me carrying sea water along with it blew.
'If that is so then rusted ships would definitely be an odd sight, so it's very unlikely'
I get up from the rocky pavement and took a look around while dusting myself. This was definitely not home, or anywhere close to home if the graffiti were any indication. I kind of expected to end up in the hospital if I didn't die, but it seems my asshole of a dad can't even do that. Great just great. For my fifteenth birthday, I got kicked out of the house.
"Best Present ever DAD!"
I screamed into the air in frustration as I kicked a pebble along the path, then I picked a random direction and began to walk, hoping for something that I could recognize or at least get some help...I took deep breaths to calm down. IN, OUT, IN, OUT... Now was not the time to curse at my asshole of a father. I look down and notice something quite wrong. My clothes were quite strange. They looked like a cross between Arab and Indian royalty. I've personally never ever worn such clothes before because there was no way I could afford them. Even a dumb man could tell that such clothes belonged to the extremely wealthy.
I could recognize this cloth anywhere. There was only one person that I saw wore this. Gilgamesh.
'WAIT, IT couldn't be!'
I sprinted across the harbor towards the night ocean to confirm my guess. When looked upon my reflection, I froze. The next few seconds passed by as I felt what was like an eternity as I tried to process what I saw in the reflection. Once I can out of my shock I tried pinching myself, but the only thing it did was sting be a bit.
"This...this is real, the wait that means I should be able to use the powers wrote about," I whispered under my breath. "THIS IS REAL. WHOHOOO. I'M FREE YEAAAH" I yelled out to the wind. Suck on that dad. I am free. I took a deep a deep breath to calm down and looked up towards the moon.
'I am free, but I am also in a death world.'
I closed my eyes and concentrated as I tried to feel out my other powers. I was confident that I could access the gate of Babylon as I had Gilgamesh's memories. But just in case. I decided to try it out anyway.
As I began to access the beautiful golden glow that was the gate, I 'saw' treasures, mountains upon mountains of treasures. I think I underestimated how Mutha Fucking rich Gilgamesh is, no that's not right I think everyone underestimated how much treasure this guy had. I couldn't even quantify the amount in my head. Even If entire planet was filled to the brim with gold coins from the gate, not even counting the rest of the treasures and Noble phantasms, It wouldn't even make single a dent in the treasury. If that was not enough, somehow I knew every single treasure within the gate even If its supposed to be impossible, and If that wasn't enough to blow my mind, there were portable hot springs, PORTABLE NATURAL HOTSPRINGS, even with the current technology that has not been done, more like Impossible... Well, at least I wouldn't go hungry with this much food. Once I was done marveling the awesomeness that was The [Gate of Babylon] I switched out My current Outfit for the Silk padded Golden Armour. Yes. SILK under an armour...
I decided to check my other powers as well. As I concentrated I could feel the powers that I wrote about, but there was something else there were more powers than I remember writing. In fact, I'm sure that had more powers than I had points for. I could feel the label on each power, 'fallout', 'wings', 'fantasy creation', 'paint', but the ones that surprised me were 'Kaleidoscope' and 'power manipulation'.
So I decided to enjoy myself and go on a joyride and barely repressed a giggle from how giddy I was, as I gently called forth Vimana from the [Gate of Babylon]. The miracle of an airship answered my call as it slowly came through a Giant Glowing Golden portal. It was quite a beautiful sight to behold. [Vimana: Throne of the Heaven-Soaring King], a flying contraption passed from Babylon to India and recorded in the two Epics, Ramayana and Mahabharata. With its strange shape and green wings that were for the moment pressed to its sides, it literally glowed with golden and green light With one jump I ascended onto its deck and strode towards the throne at the back, the machine hummed gently under my feet. I could feel it welcoming me as if it was sentient. As soon as I sat on the throne I could feel the connection with the Noble Phantasm snap into place, with just a thought the Vimana started ascending, preparing itself. With a smooth hum, the green wings widened themselves and the Green glow grew brighter, within seconds the craft was ready. I gently nudged my control over [Vimana] and it responded, slowly ascending the very instant. Once I felt comfortable with my control I shot into the night sky with the speed far surpassing any modern aircraft, as I laughed soaring through the sky feeling the wind gently caressing across my face all the while causing physics to enter into a corner and sobbed unable to restrict me.
It was simply exhilarating, the feeling of total control over my flight. It left me breathless and overjoyed. I did a barrel roll, and every other crazy ariel maneuver I could think of on the top of my head, no matter how crazy the stunt, gravity didn't constantly shift under my feet like I expected it to, even the sensation of the insane stunts that I was pulling didn't weigh me down. It was truly a piece of work.
So guess what I did next? This time I decided to do an Ironman Stunt, I turned Vimana Straight up 90 degrees and began ascending. Gathering speed, faster and faster leaving a green trail of light behind me. Not ever a sonic boom formed even as I long passed Mach 1. Within seconds the city below me became tiny and yet I didn't experience any discomfort. A few seconds later I began to see the curvature of the earth. 'Beautiful' I was absolutely captivated by its beauty. I was now In space as almost out of the atmosphere. Well, It seems Vimana has life support as well as even space travel. But I'm done here, time to head back. I twisted vimana around decelerating from Mach 24 to zero and back to Mach 24 in seconds while heading back to the bay.
'This is so freaking awesome!' I gazed around, the clouds were not as densely gathered over the city as I could see the lights below.
As I relaxed above the clouds I noticed smoke rising near the bay and headed towards the source of it hoping to see a cape fight, and what do you know my A-Rank luck holds true after all. Looks like it was Taylor's first night out. I decided to intervene. I dissolved [Vimana] back to the Gate and dropped 60 foot down crashing through the roof directly in front of Taylor Just as lung was about to sent a grand Fireball at her direction. I opened a portal and absorbed the fireball that was headed my way.
"oo aa ouu?" Half-dragon growled out.
"Me? You may call me your king!" I declared in my childish voice. Everyone around me stilled at that, even the thugs.
I expected Lung to get angry, but instead, he started Guffawing "ou King?" he started letting out a gruff laugh that was impossible to describe in English Even the Thugs were laughing. Even Taylor looked away to stifle a Giggle. That was not fair. I know I should be annoyed but even I found it a bit funny. I took advantage of this and called out the chains of heaven "[Enkidu]" bound him in it, and then dropped a Gold Statue of Adult Gilgamesh Right On top of Lung stopping him from moving completely.
This caused everyone to still in fear as I held Lung himself down. Taking out the thugs were a piece of cake after that.
So I decided to Defuse the situation.
"Looks like he is weighed down eh, eh?" I heard a groan from Taylor this time. "No, was it not good enough? Very well, how about this one 'Lung has been defused', you know because he explodes"...It was so bad that even lung let out a growl and struggled to escape but without conflict, his shard cannot escalate, I finished the job by throwing a vial of knock out powder from the Gate and sent him to la-la land.. Before releasing the Statue back to the gate but leaving the chains tied up just in case.
I then turned to our Bug themed hero "Come on it wasn't that bad, was it?"
"It was Horrible" came the reply from our Spider silk wearing hero who was facepalming.
"So your first night out?" I questioned and got a nod in return. "Alright then, Armsmaster should be here any time now, by the way, do you know what the Unwritten rules are?" and received a shake. " Alright, here are the ones I know. You can ask Armsmaster when he arrives whether I left anything out"
"Wait Armsmaster Is coming, here?" She squeaked out.
Oh my god it was so cute.
I gave a nod as I activated power manipulation to create my first PM power and made a power that could print out what I wished, Its limit was that I should know exactly what I wanted to print. And it came in a golden glow YAY. Then I printed Out the Unwritten Rules and handed it over to her.
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Respect the secret identities of fellow parahumans. Private lives are a needed outlet and taking that away is asking for trouble
No attacking the civilian family members of parahumans.
No violence or using powers during a meeting between multiple parties.
Try not to use lethal force.
No widespread attacks against civilians.
Enslaving others with mind control is not permitted.
No rape or sexual assault of any kind.
Don't use guns. If you absolutely have to carry a gun be careful using them. They lead to escalation and death.
Stick to less "lethal" or archaic weaponry, swords crossbows shields, things that work with powers.
A subset of rules is applied in areas currently under attack by Endbringers and other S-Class threats.
No attacking people who volunteer, irrespective of grudges.
No taking advantage of an attack for personal gain or to advance your faction.
No setting up others to die.
Medical care is provided without discrimination for past deeds.
If anyone breaks the rules, all willing parahumans work together to effect punitive action.
Repeated and flagrant breaking of the rules could be grounds to be sent to the Birdcage or for receiving a kill order.
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I watched as Taylor read, and didn't have to wait long for the Undersiders to come out.
"The two of you really saved us a lot of trouble, thanks a lot for that." comes Grue's deep voice, and with it an offered his hand.
"Of course, you are welcome, you may now, bow to your King," I said my blood red eyes shining with mischief as I shook his hand.
Grue laughs warmly and offers his hand to Taylor, who shies away from it.
I turn to Taylor and gently tell her, "It's okay, he won't bite."
Taylor glances at me, and whether from my reassurance or having seen that Grue didn't use some strange powers on me, she tentatively accepts his hand for a quick shake before pulling back,
Awkward as hell.
"You know, when we heard that Lung was coming after us tonight, we were pretty freaked out," Grue says, gesturing over at the chained-down Lung.
"A perfectly logical response," I tell Grue, who chuckles.
"Ain't that the truth? So we show up to the fight, a day of arguing only to settle on figuring it out when we met him halfway. Definitely not my usual approach, but there wasn't much else we could do."
"And instead of the whole might of the ABB, you had Oni Lee and a handful of guys, because I pinned down Lung and the rest of their soldiers were gaping at my awesomeness?"
"Yeah," Grue says, a faint note of curiosity to his voice, "Oni Lee isn't exactly a pushover, but without Lung there, he wasn't willing to stay and fight."
Oni Lee, a cape who teleports via creating a clone elsewhere in his line of sight, before turning into ash. And it is creating a clone - the original man died when he first manifested his power, and each time he uses it, it's creating a new copy that's missing ever so slightly more of what made him human. Now he's little more than a person-shaped killing machine. Terrifying to face in a fight, but completely useless without orders.
Grue takes a step toward the edge of the roof and leans out to take a look at the battle, "Holy shit, what the fuck did the two of you do to Lung? He's getting taken apart out there."
"Broken bones, wasp and bee stings, fire ant and spider bites, and pepper spray to top it off," answers Tattletale for me, grinning as she turns around, "He's gonna feel a helluva lot worse when he wakes up tomorrow."
Grue turns back toward us, "Introductions. I'm-"
Tattletale interrupts him, "Mr. I am the King of the world here already knows who we are, right?" and...there goes Tattletale, can't stand not being the smartest person in the room.
"Indeed I am THE KING after all. So Unknown Cape, here we have Tattletale She claims to be psychic, but you don't need to be Sherlock Holmes to figure she's totally bluffing."
The flinch that I got from Tattletale was totally worth it.
"Then we have Grue, who can create darkness as a fog that blinds others and blocks out not just visible light, but all of the electromagnetic spectrum or at least I think so. He's the leader of their group," Grue is a cool guy, even if he's a villain.
"Over on top of the other building, there's Bitch, her choice of name, the PRT calls her Hellhound, who can turn dogs into monster dogs." I pause for a moment, as though thinking, "Oh, and there's Regent. Not sure what he does though."
A moment later and I can feel Regent's power try to affect my arm, trying to make me slap myself in the face. I slightly released my hold on my arm and let his power try to make me hit myself, then at the end grabbed my non-existent beard as if I was thinking.
"Oh, right! He can control the limbs of other people, but unfortunately for him, that doesn't always work."
There's a moment of awkward silence before it's broken by Grue, "A thorough introduction. By the way, why don't you wear a mask as a cape it is quite Important to wear a mask to conceal your Identitiy, are you a part of New wave?"
"A king such as I don't need to hide my face. You may address me as Your Majesty and If you must know, My name Is Gilgamesh," I say, turning to Taylor, "Since this is your first night out you haven't picked a name yet have you?"
An awkward nod is Taylor's only response.
Tattletale looks like she's about to launch into saying something, only to pause and turn her head slightly. Ah, that would be Armsmaster, quite eager to take down Lung. The smile on Tattletale's face dies a slow death.
"Heads up, we've gotta go," Tattletale says before she turns and shouts to Bitch, who whistles for her dogs. One short whistle then two long whistles. A moment later, the massive beasts leap up onto the rooftop, where Bitch climbs up onto the back of one, before leading them back over to our rooftop.
Grue looks at the two of us, and with slight hesitation, asks, "Hey, you two want a ride?"
I look over at Taylor, who looks at the nightmarish creatures and shakes her head, before turning back to Grue and shaking my head with a smile, "Thank you, for the offer, but I've got my own."
Grue shrugs and mounts up on the same dog as Regent. Tattletale, meanwhile, seats herself behind Bitch, before turning back toward us.
"Hey, the two of you did us a favor, so a word of advice? A Protectorate cape is gonna show up in less than a minute, and if they find a group of bad guys fighting, they're not going to let any of them get away. The two of you should get out of here," she says, giving us a flash of her sly little smirk The Undersiders turn tail and flee before Armsmaster can arrive.
I heard Armsmaster's motorcycle pulling up on the street below, and sigh, thinking about the man's ambition and willingness to let others pay the price to advance his career.
Then I remember the truth detector built into his helmet.
This is going to be 'fun'.
Looks like Lung's unconscious form is slowly reverting to fully human, even as Armsmaster approaches him.
I stand beside Taylor, facing where Armsmaster will most likely come up. Sure enough, a few moments later, the power-armored figure walks up. His mask is an angular visor that covers his eyes and nose and has all manner of ridiculous tech built into it. Though the whole look is undermined by a stylized icon of his mask slapped onto the center of his chest. It's like wearing a shirt with your own face on it, makes it kinda hard to take you seriously. Then again, superhero fashions have always been more than a little silly.
"You gonna fight me?" he calls out to us, halberd held at the ready in case we are.
"If you attack me first, then yes I shall" "No" I replied while Taylor squeaked out at the same time.
There's an awkward pause as Armsmaster waits for his lie detector to finish processing, ending with him flatly announcing, "You're telling the truth."
"I'm glad we agree," I reply, purposely missing the point, "I think her costume is pretty cool though if a bit villainous. Definitely, the sort you can just picture taking down Lung with nothing but bug bites and pepper spray, don't you think?" I gesture at Taylor, whose body language looks more than a little embarrassed.
Armsmaster stares at me for another moment, while I gesture minutely with my head tilting toward Taylor. Come on, pick up the hint you big doofus, you're a hero, help me help someone.
After a moment, he turns to look at Taylor, who seems to shrink in on herself, "It's a very effective costume for a lone hero. You took out Lung?"
Taylor straightens a bit and nods, "I had help, though."
I wave it off, "If I hadn't been here tonight, you would still have kicked his scaly butt. All I did tie him up in Enkidu and drop a several hundred ton gold statue on him to knock him out. You did all the real work. Lung's regeneration doesn't work as well against toxins, after all."
"How do you know that?" Armsmaster interrupts.
I think for a moment about how much I should tell him, before smiling and answering, "I happen to know a lot of things, after all, I am the KING" I state confidently. Sha Naqba Imuru For the Win If I ever need it, YAY.
Taylor looks over at me for a moment, probably wondering if I know things about her. Sadly, I do know about her. Quite a bit, in fact. Taylor, Skitter, Weaver, Khepri. I silently promise myself that I won't let it get that bad.
Armsmaster nods, "Have either of you considered the Ward program?"
"I've considered it before," Taylor answers, slowly and visibly uncomfortable, "I don't think it's for me."
Turning down Armsmaster couldn't be easy for her but, she's right. She shouldn't join the Wards, considering Sophia Hess, one of the girls most responsible for the personal hell that is Taylor's school life, also happens to be Shadow Stalker, a member of the Wards? Yeah, That's Gonna become a Big Bomb About to go nuclear.
"Perhaps another time, but I wouldn't mind registering as an independent hero." I give my reply.
It seems Armsmaster isn't surprised by our refusal "What the two of you have done here tonight is spectacular. You played a part in getting a major villain into custody."
Wait, is he just that predictable? In the Original worm novel, he said very nearly the same thing. I imagine Armsmaster writing up a program to help him deal with talking to people. But he's not being quite as short and crisp with us as he would have been when only Taylor was present in the original Taylor. Maybe he's putting more effort into recruiting since there's two of us?
"But you need to consider the consequences." I sent Enkidu back to the gate as Lung was injected with the Knock out serum.
"You're talking about revenge from the ABB for taking out their boss. From the gang, and from Oni Lee and Bakuda, the new bomb tinker." I state as if casually discussing the weather.
Normally if there's a pair of people you don't want to have as enemies, it's a woman who can build exotic sci-fi style bombs and has an ego equal to the entire Uchiha clan combined working with someone who can act as a teleporting serial suicide bomber. On his own, Oni Lee couldn't much cause trouble, but Bakuda? Her appearance on the cape scene was a terror campaign against her university, and if I don't take care of her soon, in under a week she would begin a similar campaign across the city while forcing people to work for her by implanting bombs in their heads. It would have resulted in a truce between heroes and villains of the city ide their differences to take her out.
"Yes," Armsmaster nods, "These are very, very dangerous people, who will be looking to free Lung and get revenge on those responsible for his capture."
I already know where Armsmaster is taking this, so I play into it, "That doesn't matter, I am the KING and a King doesn't need to hide from his subjects."
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Taylor raise her head. I know her school life, the same way I know what Armsmaster wants: when bullies regularly deride and destroy her work, the thought of having her work stolen, just like that, can't be pleasant. Armsmaster turns his head to Taylor. "and you? do you wish to take credit?"
Taylor looks at me for a long moment, then turns to Armsmaster, silent almost long enough for it to be awkward.
"Yes please," Taylor replied fidgeting awkwardly but more confident than before. Well, It seems My A-Ranked charisma Is helping her as well. At least I think it is.
Armsmaster has a somewhat sour look on his face as he turns to walk towards his bike, "Call me at the PHQ if you're ever in a pinch."
"Oh, make sure Lung's properly treated for the stings and bites all having a full venom load," I told Armsmaster, "Especially if whatever tranquilizer you've hit him with impedes his regeneration. The city needs you at the forefront of the Protectorate, not benched because of an inquiry."
"Noted," comes Armsmaster's clipped reply. "You said you wished to register as an Independent? If so why do you not wear a mask?"
"I am Gilgamesh, Armsmaster I do not hide from my anyone. I face my issues head-on."
"I see, please come to PHQ register as soon at your earliest convenience," a few moments later, once he leaves I can hear the dull roar of Armsmaster's motorcycle, as he takes Lung off to Protectorate Headquarters to await his truck to the Birdcage. Hopefully without a break-out before then.
"So you need a ride home or is there anywhere I can drop you off?" I turned towards Taylor.
"You have a vehicle?"
"Sure, You could call it a vehicle," I say as we walked out into the open. and then I Summon [Vimana] back from a Golden portal. I lowered it so Taylor can climb on board an then jumped gracefully on it.
I turned around to see Taylor still staring at the [Vimana], heh, must be quite a shock for her. I reached down towards her, "What are you waiting for? Grab on." This seemed to snaps her out of her little shock. and grabbed on to my hand which I then pulled her up to the ship. Then I Strode toward the throne and sat on it before starting it up again this time It took it an instant to start up. Wonder why?
"This is not a vehicle! Where are the controls and other chairs?" She blurts out awkwardly? As I look up at her.
"There are none."
"But but how?" I motion her to come closer. Once she is Clos to the throne I give a mental command to lift off and it Gently begins ascending.
"Don't worry as long anyone standing on the [Vimana] Will no be affected by G forces unless I allowed it to, as for controls, there are none this is the [Vimana: Throne of the Heaven-Soaring King], as such it doesn't need any controls I simply have to will it and it shall move. As for chairs." I activated the gate of Babylon and brought out a heavy solid Gold chair lined with Soft red silk for maximum comfort. also weighed around 1 Ton. Dropped it next to my throne.
I pat the chair. Indicating that she sit on it. She wobbled toward the chair, the shock of all this must be finally getting to her. likely too much for her, and plopped down exhausted, "So which way do you want me to take you?"
She tiredly pointed towards a certain direction and I Gently took off slowly accelerating so that I didn't startle her. After a few minutes, she points me towards a house asks me to drop me off.
"Here please," she said in a low voice.
"Very well" I lowered Vimana to an empty building nearby and waited for her get off.
"Thanks"
"You are quite welcome, well then see you later," I replied cheerfully. Then turned Vimana towards the PRT's Rig that they call a Headquarters blasted off in the direction that I remember it was in. I think she was quite exhausted and would later realize that she showed an Unkown person her house. I could literally Imagine the panic she would have before she remembers the Unwritten rules.
I kept climbing up until I saw the Rig in the Distance and then began heading towards it.
Get ready Brockton Bay your King Is here. Well More like a prince but semantics.
