nsamusements | Call Out Meme: Version 2.0

[Gilgamesh doesn't react to Accelerator's taunts. Nor does he react to the weapons that are flying back at him, which surely must seem suicidal to anyone watching. However, it may seem less so when, a few seconds later, that same golden glow again fills the air and the weapons disappear back into his Gate, not even coming close to harming a hair on his head.

Why would they harm their King after all?]

Tell me, insect....

[He tilts his head back slightly at the other man. Honestly, in his mind the pest doesn't even deserve that much of his attention.]

Why right does a coward who hides behind a shield have to challenge me or to lay hands on my treasures?

[Well, that isn't something Accelerator's seen before, but it still doesn't bother him all that much. Gilgamesh's reaction does completely confirm the golden man is the same kind of shitty bastard Accelerator can't stand. Oddly enough, he sees enough of himself in Gilgamesh to hate him all the more.]

A shield? But my power is much, much more than a shield.

[Accelerator swipes his foot on the ground, causing some of the rocks to kick up. Ordinarily, that wouldn't do anything, but since Accelerator can manipulate vectors, he's able to but force behind the rocks he kicks up, turning each little rock into something like a bullet. Bullets that are heading straight for Gilgamesh. He knows it won't be a killing blow, nor may it even do any damage, but Accelerator's face splits into a wide grin at the thought of the man's reaction and the challenge this could pose.]

[Challenge? What challenge is there in the buzzing of flies? The only challenge there is for Gilgamesh is deciding how much effort he wants to put into dodging the attack.

Or if he should even bother to dodge at all.

In the end, just before the rocks hit, his golden armor shimmers into existence and the rocks bounce harmlessly off it. Once they have all fallen to the ground, the armor shimmers out of existence again.

No insect deserves more than the barest glimpse of his treasures anyway. Accelerator should feel lucky he has gotten as much as he has.]

You need to reacquaint yourself with the definition of power, insect, if that is what you call power.

[Oh, this guy was full of himself. Again, the albino felt justified in going after this bastard, even if it wasn't his usual MO. After all, this guy could have just as easily been Kihara Amata or Kakine Teitoku, both worthless bastards that Accelerator himself had slain. Or maybe...Accelerator was picking a fight with this guy because he could see his old self staring back at him- his old self that looked down on others, killed 10,000 people and laughed about it...]

Huh. Isn't that some shit? You seriously think I haven't seen scum like you before, and even worse, you don't even see what a piece of shit you really are.

[Accelerator makes an annoyed tongue click.]

I don't want any of your shit, or your titles. Any of the shit you have is too outdated to be of any use to me and I've got my fucking titles. I just want to smash you into tiny pieces so you'll realize you aren't anything special.

[It's a familiar reaction by now. No reaction. The air is completely silent for several long moments after Accelerator finishes his rant. Then there is a sound. A soft sound that slowly grows louder.

Laughter. Full, uncontrolled laughter that goes on for what seems like a very long time before stopping as suddenly as it started.]

Ah...you mongrels. Do you even listen to yourselves when you speak? You make no sense. However, you have amused me. Not many do. Go now. The King will spare your life in exchange for those few seconds of amusement.

[He gestures dismissively with his hand toward Accelerator.]

Be gone.

[Yeah, yeah, yeah. Accelerator's not intimidated by the laughter or the down-talking. After all, hadn't he done the same thing himself? The albino had no delusions about kicking this guy's ass to make him a better person. He just wanted to crush this guy for his own satisfaction, something that, despite having crushed a lot of shitlords like this guy, was something he'd never actually done. This guy and his reputation pissed him off. It pissed him off more than- well hell, it pissed him off more than his own self pissed him off.]

Hah? Fuck you and your orders!

[Accelerator presses the button on his electrode collar and launches himself directly at the golden man. He uses his vector manipulation to help him fly, utilizing the vectors under his feet. He lets out a wild laugh and is genuinely excited about fighting this man. The albimo prepares to dive bomb Gilgamesh. He has to be quick, because while the pseudo-flight trick is cool, it does prevent him from using his reflect as well. But not to worry- the albino can move at lightening speed.]

[Accelerator is not the only one who can move quickly, and that is why Gilgamesh doesn't bother to do anything until the albino man is very near to him. Even then his actions don't seem rushed or hurried.

Of course, there is no need to rush when one is merely disappearing in a shower of golden dust. The dust floats on the air, the only sign that he was ever there. It takes only a few moments for the King of Heroes to stroll a few feet away from Accelerator and then turn back to watch as the man hangs in the air. At first, he really has no intention of attacking, but curiosity gets the better of him and in the blink of an eye three swords shimmer into being and fly at the albino's turned back.

If the insect insists on bothering him, the least Gilgamesh can do is try to make things a little interesting...or end the game quickly so that he doesn't get bored. Either works perfectly well.]

[The golden sparks do have an advantage that Gilgamesh doesn't seem to realize. They can impede Accelerator's vision slightly, thus allowing him to escape much easier. Not that it's a huge help, because even if he were completely blinded he'd still be able to score a hit since (most) of his attacks are based on calculation. That one obviously wasn't. However...]

Hn?

[Accelerator lands not having attacked his target. However, his reflective shield is brought to power just in time to deflect Gilgamesh's swords go flying away from him.]

Are you stupid? You just did that kind of attack. And you called me a coward because my powers reflect but there you are running away. You're the dog here and you should die like one'

I run from no one. Right now, the King merely plays with his prey as he has nothing better to do.

[Indeed each attack Gilgamesh has made has required little more effort than batting an eyelash would require. He has shown none of his true ability. In fact, the mongrel seems convinced he is something of a one trick pony as they are so fond of saying in this age.

He couldn't be more wrong.

In the meantime, Gilgamesh is merely taking in what the other man can do--nothing impressing yet--and trying to decide the most entertaining way to end things. He's really not all that hopeful anything he does will be that amusing considering how little he has to work with, but he has been so bored lately anything is worth a try...]

[Accelerator has had quite enough. This bastard is right- nothing really interesting has happened yet. Had they been near a city, he'd just bring a whole fucking building down on this shithead. Or a car, a bus, or even a goddamn helicopter.]

Take me seriously, you bastard, or I'll make you.

[He stomps on the ground, making an earthquake, causing nearby trees to fall. The disappearing act reminded him of the teleporting espers back home but...]

...Fuck.

[A sudden realization.]

You're using magic, aren't you?

Magic?

[Gilgamesh has to hold back a mocking laugh. Is he using magic? More like, is he magic? Servants are beings created and maintained by magic, but he, he is no mere servant. He is divine. 2/3rds god. As far above mere servants as the gods are above humanity.

Honestly, he is above them all. Humans, gods, servants. Had he not been born separate from them? Different from them? More perfect than them so that he could be their ultimate judge and leader?]

I suppose you could say there is a far bit of magic about me. I am surprised your feeble little mind was finally able to figure out that I am something more than you think I am. Perhaps if you run now, I will still consider sparing your life.

[Yeah, that's fine, Gilgamesh. Keep looking down on him. It's actually starting to amuse him. The nature of the albino's powers give him a hell of a lot of room to work. He doesn't mind getting a little bloody and beat up, either.]

Well then, I'm going to have to step it up a bit, eh?

[The laughter coming from the scrawny, pale boy is unnerving. It sounds like it belongs to a madman. But Accelerator is not mad in that sense: he's trying to make Gilgamesh either shaken up or thoroughly unimpressed to create an opening. It's a legitimate and favored battle tactic of his that he uses against opponents that are a challenge. So far, there was only one little bastard that had ever "defeated" him; and even then his "defeat" had actually made him better off. The albino wasn't going to lose to this shitty golden bastard.]

You haven't seen shit, yet!

[Accelerator continued the unnerving laughter before using his power to propel him forward at lightening speed. Hopefully Gilgamesh would be standing either temporarily shook up or bored to tears- either was fine with him. All Accelerator needed was the very tip of his finger to brush against the colossal shithead's skin and he'd have it...almost...almost...and gotcha! ...Right?]

[Wrong. Oh... It is a close thing. A very close thing, but at the last imaginable split second the shaft of a spear appears between Gilgamesh and Accelerator. The whole spear crackles with electricity and will shock anyone but its wielder who touches it for more than a few seconds.

Move fast Accelerator.

Gilgamesh himself seems to vanish for a moment, reappearing a few feet away from where he had been standing. Whether or not the spear manages to electrocute Accelerator, he doesn't care. Only one thing is filling his mind at the moment.

That...mongrel...had dared to try and touch him.

He had DARED to try and put his dirty hands on the King.]

I will see you die screaming in agony, mongrel. And I will laugh the whole time.

[Oh yeah, he's mad...]

[Ah, yes, good. At last this bastard was taking him seriously. Now he could really step up. So pretty boy didn't like to be touched. At least that was all Accelerator could gather from his sudden change. Now to find out exactly why. Was the golden man so vain and self centered that he thought being touched by "lesser mortals" dirtied him? Or was it- something else? Accelerator himself was adverse to being touched; largely because he couldn't be touched fir the longest part of his life. Would being touched affect his strength or was it just a psychological phobia? At this point, the albino didn't give a shit about the particulars; either way he stood to gain.]

Kakakakahahaaaa~! That got your attention!

[The unnerving laugh was back. Accelerator destroyed the spear by reflecting its own electricity back at it. It never even left a scratch. The boy makes yet another earthquake- this time large enough to damage a few older trees near Gilgamesh. He knows the bastard can disappear and appear at will, so Accelerator is trying to cause damage in a wide area so at the very least the golden man would have to think a minute about where to go to escape the sheer brutality of Accelerator's attack. And this storm, so to speak, was weak. Trees and rocks weren't nearly as dangerous as the steel, glass, and brick of cities.]

[It may look as though the spear is destroyed, but it is an illusion. Instead, it is merely pulled back--unharmed--to his treasury.

Like Gilgamesh is going to let any of his treasures suffer such a fate. It is bad enough he is having to use them at all.]

Do you really have so few tricks? You have used this one already! And you think you are good enough to sully the King with your hands?

[Gilgamesh's movements to avoid the 'earthquake' are just as casual and quick as before even though he has to cover more ground. Indeed, with his speed, the small change in attack size really doesn't matter.

When Gilgamesh reappears this time, though, there is a very large sword in his hand. He holds it out to the side, not even pointing at Accelerator. The sword itself seems to glow and shimmer almost as if it is gathering...something. Moments later a ball of silver light fires from its tip, flying toward Accelerator. It pauses as it nears him, before splitting into countless smaller balls of energy. These balls encircle him a few feet out, following him no matter where he might try to run. In fact, if they are kicked back by his powers, they will merely sit and encircle him at a greater distance. After a few seconds, they will begin to fire still smaller balls of energy continuously toward the man.

Just how good are those reflective powers, Accelerator? Is there a limit to how long they can reflect for?]

(OOC: Once he reverse engineers the magic for the sword, he will find reflecting the projectiles back out at the balls encircling him will destroy them.)

Edited (OMG...I am the typo queen tonight! X.x) 2013-07-07 01:39 (UTC)

{The good news is Accelerator didn't need to go as far as essentially creating earthquakes and storms to distract him. The bad news is his reflection doesn't work because this is something he doesn't understand. At least not until one of the small balls of energy strike him. Then he can quickly calculate the vectors of what's just injured his shoulder. What a pain in the ass. He's bleeding now, and even more pissed than he was before. It's not pride thing- god knows for someone supposedly the strongest in Academy City he'd been injured and essentially made a laughingtock more than once. But he wasn't gonna get mad about it. He was just gonna get even.]

Hah, you're fucked now, pretty boy.

{Literally all of the small balls of energy are reflected back to where they came. Not all of them were destroyed, however. But he doesn't care if they are destroyed or not. They won't be able to distract him, whcih is all he really wants. He uses his pseudo-flight trick to launch himself at Gilgamesh once more. The albino's thin fingers wrap around the golden man's wrist. At first he was planning on making the scumbag explode just like he'd done with the 10,031st Misaka clone, but...Accelerator found something odd. This guy...wasn't human...]

[It. Is. Touching. Him. For a moment, Gilgamesh had lost sight of Accelerator in amongst all of the balls of light. When they had locked onto him, he figured the man was done for. After all, there had been no way for that weapon to miss. It was call Sure Hit for a reason.

But now the insect is here. Touching him. Soiling him with his filthy fingers. It does register in Gilgamesh's mind that Accelerator is bleeding. So, the weapon had hit. Just not well enough.

It is time to fix that.

He looks down at the wrist that Accelerator is touching, a smirk on his lips.]

Is something wrong, insect? Is that suppose to hurt me somehow? If so, it seems you still are underestimating me. Now, let me show you what happens to those who dare to touch the divine when they have no right!

[It all happens in the blink of an eye. A crescent-shaped blade appears in the hand of the wrist that Accelerator is holding onto. Gilgamesh drops the angle of the blade and a golden circle of energy fires from the blade angled so that if it hits Accelerator it will remove the man's arm at the shoulder.]

[Of course the touch wasn't supposed to hurt Gilgamesh. At least not by itself. It was what the albino was going to try to do while touching him that was going to hurt him. But sadly, the boy doesn't get to actually do vector reversal because...well, he just lost his arm. And obviously this is a good time for some angsty introspection ~~not~~

Now, Accelerator had slaughtered thousands and thousands of military clones in order to increase his powers. And that didn't count the hundreds of non-clone people he'd either accidentally killed or injured with his powers or had been forced to kill when Academy City had basically made him a clean up hitman. Had he finally made that one mistake that was going to get him killed? Was this a taste of his own medicine?

He supposed it didn't matter. Even if he was going to lose this glorified pissing match, he wasn't going to make the win easy for this bastard. Especially considering this guy wasn't even a real person. See, what Accelerator had learned while touching him was that this golden fucker was basically a spell. The idea that something that was basically imaginary had ripped off his arm pissed him off.

Not that Accelerator didn't know about things that weren't supposed to exist. It doesn't matter what magic was keeping this golden man existing, he could easily reverse it now that he's figured out what Gilgamesh is made of. Touching him had been a smart move, and worth an arm or not, it was what was going to keep him alive, and now that was his priority.]

T-this isn't over, you fuck!

[He spits out some blood and immediately tries to get close to Gilgamesh again. He wonders if Gilgamesh has figured out he can't automatically reflect magic. Is the golden man even curious about his powers? If Gilgamesh is honestly not curious because he sees the boy beneath him, Accelerator could definitely use that to his advantage.]

[While his current form may be created and maintained by magic, Gilgamesh's soul is just a real as anyone else's. In fact, he would say even more real. It first lived back in the days when humanity was just starting to crawl out from under the shadow of the the Gods. It first died then as well. It has seen more and experienced more than one such as Accelerator can ever hope to see.

Who isn't real here?

Gilgamesh laughs as he easily dodges Accelerator's rush. While he does, another dagger appears in his hand replacing the one he has just used to cut off the insect's arm. Even if Accelerator's words and actions seem to imply he thinks he has figured something out about Gilgamesh, he is not the only one who has figured out a few things.

It seems that as long as he keeps switching weapons so no magical attack is used twice, Accelerator's reflection technique doesn't reflect quite so well.

And the King's Treasury has an uncountable number of magical weapons in it. He is tempted to see just how many he can use before Accelerator dies.]

Losing an arm was not enough to teach you your place I see. I am not surprised. Insects such as yourself never learn. No matter. My Treasures have the taste of your blood now. Come! Lets see how many more limbs we can remove before your filthy presence is forever erased from my sight!

[Yes, Accelerator is bleeding and looks like he's fighting a losing battle, but he has yet to reveal his most powerful card. Accelerator doesn't care what kind of spell it is or what the truth behind Gilgamesh really was. All he needed to know was how to undo it.

He'd always been that way. He'd never once considered that all the people he had killed- even the clones that technically weren't supposed to exist- might have had stories and hopes and dreams. All that sentimental bullshit that kept a lot of people "good".

All he was and had ever been was a deadly, precise weapon. There was a reason he was Number One. Even shot in the head and reduced to a vegetable without the help of an electric collar, he hadn't found anyone able to kill him; not even that shitty hero that could cancel out his powers.

He would let nothing stop him. He never had and never would. It was even hard to imagine death happening as he adjusted his powers to launch himself at the golden shithead once more. His calculations were spot on and he arrives in front of Gilgamesh.]

Die, you basyard!

[Accelerator places his whole hand on the golden man's face out of pure spite. He's definitely looking for a good reaction. A spell this complex would likely take a minute to reverse, but once he began the reverse engineering there'd be no stopping it no matter if Gilgamesh took off his other arm, killed him, or if he just removed his hand. At least for this kind of thing. As strong as Gilgamesh was, erasing him would be easy.

Just the brief skin against skin contact was enough for him to begin to decode and reverse the complex flow of mana (although he didn't know that was the word for it) that kept Gilgamesh alive. And unlike when he erased a virus out of that shitty brat's head, the reversal of mana would continue even if he removed his hand, which...as luck would have it, he was able to do, but not before rubbing his hand directly in Gilgamesh's face. The albino retreats before the pretty boy reacts.]

You're dying now, fucker. Don;t believe me? You should be getting weaker. In a few seconds, you'll explode.

[Accelerator's words don't even make it to Gilgamesh's ears. All he can hear is the roar of his own rage and all he can feel are waves of his own disgust.

The mongrel had touched him. Again. Not only that. He had touched his face.

Without even thinking--since for the moment thinking is beyond him he is so angry--he brings the knife in his hand around to sever Accelerator's other arm. However, what saves the other man is not his quick reflexes nor ability to reflect non-magical attacks.

It's the fact that the blade explodes into a shower of golden motes before it can make contact with anything.

Even though Accelerator himself acts to place some distance between them, Gilgamesh unconsciously puts more, looking down at his now empty hand with an expression of bewilderment and...betrayal.

A piece of his treasury had just ignored him. Had not listened to his commands. How?

And then he feels it. Feels the oddness. The wrongness. The weakness.

Enraged red eyes turn on Accelerator.]

What did you--

[But his words never finish. His voice cuts off and for a moment...for just a second...his expression seems to, unbelievably, show fear. Blood trickles from the corner of his mouth, but before Gilgamesh can reach up to wipe it away--before he can even register it is there--his body explodes.

Though, if Accelerator is expecting the satisfaction of seeing blood and gore he is going to be sadly disappointed because, as if to show one last act of defiance, Gilgamesh's body explores not into blood and bone, but a shower of golden sparks instead. Sparks that are carried away in the breeze...]

[He'd won. The golden shithead wasn't gonna come back from that. There was no way to combat the sudden reversal of the force that was keeping you in existence. There was probably something they could do about his arm back home. For all the shit he'd talked, he wasn't sure how he felt.

Sure, there was one less sanctimonious scumbag out there, but it didn't do anything about the rest of them- including himself. But that didn't matter, he'd survived. He was considering the best way to get get rescued when he heard an electronic beep.]

...Fuck

[The battery on his collar. He'd used it all up in that fight, hadn't he? It was going to lose charge. And he was pretty sure it was going to be very dead this time. He'd even depleted normal mode in an effort to use his powers to stabilize his injury. When that battery died, he'd lose the ability to move, speak, and even think properly.]

Goddamnit.

[What good is winning this fight going to be if he died due to something he like this? That was the last coherent thought he had before the collar shut off thanks to its battery completely losing charge. Sorry, Gilgamesh, but you won't get to see Accelerator "die in agony" when that's basically what's actually happening. He might have survived had he been able to move, talk, and think. But at least pretty boy can be amused by the fact he can feel everything and it's going to take a minute.]

Call Out Meme: Version 2.0

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I assumed a bit to set up the attack. Let me know if it is not okay and I will edit!

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