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Gilles, Y so grumpy?
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queen-of-assyria:

cursed-virgin:

queen-of-assyria:

Semiramis smiled too, as her eyes admired the look of a person once called Holy Virgin. She bowed her head a little - gesture of appreciation.

“We were looking for a conversation. Nothing more Cursed Maiden. We were interested in you and we hoped, that you could amuse us with the stories you might tell us.”

“Oh, is that so?”

She put her sword away and sat on the rock, which looked like a dark throne. Jeanne Alter looked at Semiramis with an amusement.

“Stories?”, asked girl. It sounded really funny for Cursed Virgin. “I don’t think I can tell you happy stories.”

Semiras laughed and a wicked smile appeared on her lips. The answer she got was funny in her judgment. She, the Queen of Assyria, was the last person people could accused of being in favor of “happy” stories.

“I do not ask you for a happy stories.” she said. “I enjoy everything that can amuse me. And I would take my time until Holy Grail War to speak with people that I hold in high esteem.”

"Hm?"

Jeanne had a lot of thoughts about Semiramis. She looked interesting, she spoke interesting, she WAS interesting. What a marvellous meeting.

"Good, because all of my stories are about tears, blood and fire. A lot of negative emotions, you know", Cursed Virgin smiled. "Oh, and many words about God’s lies, if you don’t mind".

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queen-of-assyria:

Semiramis smiled too, as her eyes admired the look of a person once called Holy Virgin. She bowed her head a little - gesture of appreciation.

“We were looking for a conversation. Nothing more Cursed Maiden. We were interested in you and we hoped, that you could amuse us with the stories you might tell us.”

"Oh, is that so?"

She put her sword away and sat on the rock, which looked like a dark throne. Jeanne Alter looked at Semiramis with an amusement.

"Stories?", asked girl. It sounded really funny for Cursed Virgin. "I don’t think I can tell you happy stories."

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cursed-virgin:

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“I see… So you believe God had forgotten that you could only bear so much, correct?” Gilgamesh responded, hands clasped before her as she leaned in, interested in what truly was running through the mind of the Maid of Orleans, now that she was without her God.
“But isn’t your God supposed to be omniscient? If that’s the case, then isn’t it possible he knew exactly what he was doing? Perhaps he wanted to push you so far to prove a point; It wouldn’t be the first time, as apparently he had told Abraham to kill his own son to win a bet with the devil. Perhaps he made a similar bet that he could actually break one of his followers?”

Jeanne Alter glanced at Gilgamesh furiously. It was just a moment. After about 30 seconds she was a cold lady again. Cold and evil - with a soul full of blood.
She wasn’t furious with this golden Heroic Spirit with those fascinating red eyes. No, she was mad bacuse of God’s game. Yes, it was exactly the God’s game. It looked like a big play and God was a director. And just one day he had thought “lets try this one” - Jeanne d’Arc, the young humble girl was just a try. She could live but she died. Oops. Who cares? Noone, thought God.
I don’t think so, answered Jeanne and became this. Because she cared. Because she wanted to live.
“Don’t be ridiculous”, snapped Cursed Virgin. “Or wait, this GOD is ridiculous. Ridiculous as hell. I’m not one of his toys, not now. It’s over and now he can’t do anything.”
She smiled with a satisfaction. Such a pure, evil freedom.
“And you?”, she looked at Gilgamesh. “I thought that you are the King.”

Gilgamesh flashed a grin when the girl shot her a furious glare. It seemed the hypothetical that had been posed really struck home… In fact, it seemed the girl had even thought about the scenario herself, and even accepted it as what just might have happened. After all, now she had fuel for her newfound hatred of God.
“Yes, that’s right,” Gilgamesh said with a smile, deciding to feed this hypothetical a bit more. “You are no longer God’s toy, at least in the sense that you no longer follow his every whim… Although I can’t quite say there’s nothing he can do. I believe God forced Jonah to do His bidding against his will at one point, going as far as to have Jonah swallowed by a whale and washed upon shore in its carcass when he tried to flee into the sea. Who’s to say God has really changed so much over the millennia to not try the same with you?”
When the girl turned the conversation around, however, and asked about Gilgamesh, she couldn’t help but feel surprised at the sudden change in the flow of the conversation.
 ”…Eh? Oh, right. I suppose that reputation may be partially my own fault. I had at one point ordered that the King of Babylon, regardless of gender, would be addressed in the masculine. Please understand, at that point in time, matriarchy had already become nearly non-existent in that region… Although I suppose women in charge happened even less once the Greeks and Romans came about. That, coupled with the extremely feminine appearance of my dearest friend- who, ironically enough, truly was a man- likely made me seem more and more masculine until the average populace truly believed me to be a man. Honestly, I could care less, as my preferences aren’t tied to any specific gender, anyways.”

Cursed Virgin adjusted her plait. She didn’t look at Golden Queen.
"Interesting. I can understand your situation. Jeanne was not accepted in the army because of her gender. She had to behave as a man to be "one of them". Happily, she could learn how to act like men very fast."
Jeanne Alter looked at the ceiling.
"It was a good time. Good time of the God’s lie."
She started to laugh. When she calmed down she asked Gilgamesh:
"I think you have a wound too."
She was still smiling but her eyes was totally serious.
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queen-of-assyria sent: Greetings fellow participant in the Holy Grail War. We must say, your dignity impresses us Cursed Maiden.

Jeanne Alter looked at this stranger who had disturbed her. She put her a bloody head away and crossed her arms.

"Oh my, the great Queen of Assyria", she told with a smile. "Welcome, my dear guest. What are you looking for in a place like this?"

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rallymodeller:

Lion-go!
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