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[There's a deep-seated rumble in what used to be Eastern Asia--Gilgamesh standing in the heart of a volcanic nightmare. In front of his hovering mirror, he held a stone 'sword' which spun on a cone's inner axis, red wisps of electricity and vapor dissipating from it. Each time he gestured with the sword, there was a massive earth-quake. The land itself shook, lava spraying up in geysers above wherever it was Gilgamesh stood.

After some time, he seemed content with what he had done, whatever it was. Over his free hand, a gold and silver set of blades spun on his forearm, much like a drill. He advanced, burying his arm into the ground and sending up sheets of rock around himself. The spinning red sword ceased its spinning at the same time.

When he seemed to be 'done' with it, Gilgamesh allowed it to vanish from sight. The sword itself became golden vapor and was gone just as quickly as it had been spinning. With a voice laced with raw irritation, Gilgamesh spoke up again.]

I will bringing you materials. Uncorrupted materials, beyond the poison in the ground. And seven days after this--I will bring you more. Make no waste.

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My own, yes. [Not that he imagined CC implied it was anyone elses'. Gilgamesh just enjoyed ownership of his own plan.]

There are none else capable.

To build a kingdom or weapon of your own?

To build a world that may sustain itself in my presence. [He answered, impatiently. Though, it was no one's fault and he knew it--nobody really understood his warped impression of the world and personality.]

Because only the king could know the best course the world should take on the path of sustenance.

[ She surmises, and almost says in a amused tone. That said, she wouldn't put it past him now, seeing what she just saw. ]

[Get out of my head, C.Charles]

You jest, but you've never seen The Truth. Age does not denote true experience, woman.

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