DONUTPALOOZA!!! [private]

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status: Ticked at the Faker.
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"Whatever you wish, errand boy." The Golden King stated towards the man as he leaned back on his throne, yawning loudly as he observed the male transform. "…So you depend on a transformation…?" The male muttered to himself as his ears were assaulted by the youth's cotton statements. Are you serious… This is just… the least manly thing I've ever seen… this must be that strange feminization of the world I was hearing about a while back… The king thought to himself as he observed before without warning a pair of golden-rimmed sunglasses appeared in front of his eyes, the dusty golden light fading.

However, the chandelier did interest him slightly. "...Ah… a mimic of a chandelier…? Yours seems to be roughly a tenth of the one that is kept in the ball room of my city… where did it come from…? I believe it was the Egyptians who were lost to history. They loved making things ridiculously huge for no reason." He muttered aloud within earshot of the male as he gave a history lesson and a not-quite-insulting observation. What's so noble about this land, anyway… The Japanese are such a peculiar race… He continued to think behind his sunglasses, a hand resting on the side of his face, his clothing that of his street clothes.

"An Eldritch Abomination has arrived, what will the Errand Boy do now?" He mocked as the droplets splattered around them, any which came near Gilgamesh's person being deflected from more than five feet away. His Armor denied their weak existence easily, though his eyes remained slotted on the male before him. ...Darn. He might have become actually stressed… The King of Heroes thought to himself as he began to yawn once more before being halted, the sound of a harsh laugh interrupting the Golden King. ...who dares…?

"...Fakers… Fakers everywhere…" The man sighed to himself as he crossed his legs, his eyes looking past his sunglasses. The Stiller Shades activated, shutting out all intrusions as they located Gilgamesh's target exactly, looking straight at the copy. "...Are you retarded?" He asked the faker before him, as at last the Golden King's notice descended on the being before him. A shapeshifter… It knows nothing, obviously. Spending one's adoration on the self..? Thinking it lasts forever? Nothing lasts forever and that's the way it will stay.

"Faker's who are beneath my notice should not speak philosophy before even giving their name." The male intoned at the beast who presented himself before the two of them. "I'm not sure why you're bothering. Did you not hear me the first time…? I am the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh. Such weak actions have no effect against my magnificent corpus." The male told Hayato in reply, and indeed, if Hayato's shield cracked or broke, the spears and swords would simply slam into where Gilgamesh was standing… but not a single one would touch his skin, all of them blown off and knocked aside by the armor that encased his body.

"How weak… Not even enough to bring out a single one of my treasures." The Golden King stated as he began to smile, a massive rift opening up behind him. "The border of my Garden, on the other hand…" The male's smirk grew ever larger as behind him the massive gate finished opening… and suddenly in front of Hayato's body was a boulder. The Chandelier was knocked aside, completely displaced despite its size. The lake before them was completely crushed, obliterated, everything around it flattened as if a massive hole had appeared in the area. Before the two men was a boulder of epic proportions, having dropped right onto the area at roughly 13 thousand miles per hour.

"The Boulder of Midas is enough for the likes of such a faker. Try to reproduce that, Faker." The Golden King laughed at his shapeshifter, not even truly regarding it as anything that could be remotely a threat against him or his philosophy. To him, it was weak. It was ignoble. It was depilating to his thought process to begin to IMAGINE something so base affronting his person. "One who cannot even lift that which is unliftable has no right to enter my presence of their own will!" He stated at last, before relaxing once more, the wind from impact finally settling as his short hair stopped being blown about. He was still sitting in his golden Throne, his cheek held with one hand and the smile of crushing those beneath him plastered to his face.

"You Mongrel."

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It was right and just in Gilgamesh's eyes that the youth was absolutely astounded by the boulder that had appeared. Even most supernatural beings would find resisting such a force to be completely impossible, not to mention impractical. He watched as the shield was placed down, slightly more interested now. After all, impressing others with his treasures appealed to his vain pride, even if the one appreciating it were a mongrel. "A faker with no concept of originality?" The golden king sneered, the perfect features of his face shifting into a glance of pure and utter distaste.

..Was that summoning magic? The Golden King thought on an off beat as he watched Hayato summon his gauntlets, gripping the two stones and chucking them valiantly away. The Golden King lifted an eyebrow as the male ended up directly in front of him, still outside of his personal space due to his personal shield but still… far closer than most men would have dared. However, on the other hand, the Golden King understood he was placed like this through a combination of valiance and weakness. ...Not so bad, for a service man… He contemplated as he heard the young man's scream of pain, a slightly demented smile forming a extremely small amount on his lips as he enjoyed the sound of the young man struggling to battle, his light of life shining brighter as it came closer to its final verse.

"...Well now that's just rude."

The male suddenly stated in response to the fake, as without warning his treasures began to appear behind him en masse. The Golden King was smiling as he stared directly at the doppelganger, the intensity of his eyes that of a hunter combined with a royal presence. "Desire is not a sin, boy." He told Hayato in response as the hundreds of blades came inch by inch out o the golden gate behind his body. "Desire more than what is your right is… As a king, It is my duty to desire everything in my path to be under my dominion. That is simply the way of things." The male chuckled as the other man tried to sit on a throne… Which was then impaled by a single spear, having seemed to appear there in an instant. This was swiftly followed by an onslaught of thousands of bullets, missiles, and even a miniature nuclear bomb which would devastate the entire area around the other being, leaving Gilgamesh looking at the space where the throne used o be as it had been totally annihilated.

"…...Fool." Was all the Golden King said in response as he heard the other being claim that Hayato was now totally trapped… and then he suddenly froze. … Are you serious… this was almost interesting… Sigh… The king mentally felt himself grow slightly exasperated from the ridiculousness that the conversation had rapidly descended into. The Golden King behind Hayato sighed himself, before speaking once more. "...Misery makes the souls of men stronger, boy. Without misery, you cannot grow. Without smiles, you cannot enjoy the growth. Both are necessary, and to fight strictly for one or the other ruins the balance of men, AND beasts." The Golden King stated, thinking to himself about his best friend Enkidu as he did so, who was literally a beast.

And from then on, the King thought that he was going to fall asleep or something. The conversation the two had, while the circumstances were intense, were of a topic the likes of which the Golden King wouldn't find appropriate for little girls, much less full grown men staring one another down. The only thing that the Golden King took a slight interest in was the male saying he thanked the person who did that to him. Hmm. Maybe he actually understands it after all. The king thought to himself before he suddenly started glowing purple.

"...This battle is too Simple." The Golden King let out without warning, suddenly likely throwing off Hayato's rhythm a bit as it came right after his declaration about the power of smiles. "Absolute good and absolute evil? Such a thing doesn't exist in this world. That's why this is so boring." The King stated as he crossed his arms, before the halves of the boulder vanished in a cloud of golden dust, making the Royal Cannon actually entertaining to the male."Ahaha…" He let out as the boy began to talk about something pretty yet again.

"...Champagne… Wave…?" The King asked, actually smiling now at the appearance of the attack."Ahaha! What a waste of good alcohol!" The male laughed to himself as he watched the roiling waves spew forth from his place in his throne, slightly enjoying the show that was now being put on, though he honestly could do without all the attack declaring. Boy needs to learn some subtlety. It would have been ten times better if he had simply muttered Champagne Wave instead of that other nonsense before transforming… Or better yet, simply have transformed and stared his enemy down before releasing the massive attack. His personality really isn't intense enough for this kind of actions. The King thought to himself as he watched the clash of waves, before laughing even harder at the faker.

"And that is an example of greed. Of pride that is not deserved. That, boy, is a sin."

And then he started calling out more attacks and Gilgamesh felt like he was going to fall asleep. It was just droll, to him. Such a weak pride this one has… No wonder he fails to inspire me. I wonder what would cause a man to develop a pride, so weak…? The Golden King wondered to himself as he tried to keep his eyes open, at least, but he was finding it a challenge and a struggle to do so.

..Splash? Seriously. The Golden King emitted a real sigh before he narrowed his eyes at the faker. "...True Royalty would not make sport of such a weak spirit." He said coldly and directly, standing up straight at last as his armor formed all over his body, hearing the crack as the weak copy's barrier was broken and he was defeated.

"...Boy. You have it wrong." The King stated as he looked out over the lake, his gaze even as the wind from the attack blew through his hair. "This was no battle. This was a fantasy. You cannot expect to be a force of sheer good, as you just put a show on for me about. Such things do not actually exist in this world. That is why your conflict was droll, and why I find you to be a weak spirit, despite the pride you possess. It was boring. He was a being of evil, with no redeeming qualities. There was no hesitation in being able to destroy him. There was no reason why he should attack you. He didn't even believe anything was right or just, he simply existed as a challenge to you. You will never, ever grow if you continue to work that way." The King stated as his throne disappeared, his eyes bearing down directly on the younger man.

"You must be willing to step on the dreams of others. You must pick something in this world worth having, and protect it. To protect everything is impossible; and if one were able to do it, it would be a shame. Without sadness, there cannot be growth, ever. Sadness inspires others, and causes them to grow. Having enemies who are acting on what they believe is right is as essential as breathing to a man. Because it is only by clashing with the beliefs of others that your own beliefs can grow, and your body and soul with your mind. Hmph…" The male scoffed briefly, before turning his body around.

"That is the discourse this Golden King will gift to you for the brief spirit you showed in an act of heroism when you caught that boulder, simply refusing to let it break you. For no other reason. Do not be confused about that. Other than that moment, the rest of your combat was droll. It was entertainment fit for a child's theatre, and you should have no illusions about that." The male finished, turning his back to the young man, looking off into the distance.

"...So are you just going to let the captives drown, or are you going to deal with a bunch of peons who will not even understand how easy saving them was, as you simply had to fight pure evil?"