Post by Seikou Arigatami on Oct 26, 2010 6:55:09 GMT -5
Quite the concept, quite the accusation to makes. After the others had settled back into the dojo, Gil-Ko had come back out with a sense of shame in her own class. Someone like her wasn't prone to actually announcing or letting anyone know of any of her flaws, this included revealing her lacking skills when it came to wielding a bow. Well that in itself wasn't a true statement, she wielded weapons like Apollon and Gindiva all the time; her problem wasn't that she couldn't hit the mark, it was her lack of control. Losing to a human with a stationary target was a disgrace, it should of been a mere reflex given the situation and parameters. As always she'd just shifted the blame to someone or something else, someone of royalty wasn't the kind of soul that had to admit to short comings.
Lately it seemed damaging her pride was becoming less and less of a challenging task and more of a contest. Some were better at it than others and in turn they received more venom from the woman herself. Trying to pretend like she was some human and not a demi-god of obvious superiority over such lower beings was indeed a challenge. Her very nature was to reject those that lacked real power so to accept a human and actually socialize with one? It was enough to make her treat Ayako with a certain callous and coldness that even would make her enemies think it was too heavy of an expression. It was true that Lancer had convinced her that women have more value than mere tools for sexual gain or power... however that didn't mean anyone male or female should be accepted into her presence. There was a reason that Gil kept people at a distance and it was a concept that she was quite devoted to.
Though not admitting to such flaws while others were present, once alone and secluded away from the rest of the Dojo inhabitants, she became perfectly willing to practice her archery. Really she felt like her pride was being shoved down a flight of stairs and hitting every step on the way down. How was she supposed to concentrate with this level of irritation? The same thoughts kept running through her mind, she was a archer class servant that had screwed up firing an arrow. It's not like she didn't understand the reason she was an archer was because of Babylon's ability to fire rapid projectiles, but as an epic hero she still knew how to shoot an arrow with deadly precision... or at least did. During her battle against the Kish she'd been mounting the walls firing arrows down into their ranks before simply jumping down and dealing with the army in melee combat. Then about 5000 years later she was being spoon fed tips on how that method was inaccurate. That damn Ayako wouldn't have the pleasure of holding this ridicule over her head much longer.
With her chest now restrained down, lining up the shot was possible. Though admittedly ever since laying off a diet to keep bust down she'd been maturing faster than should of been possible. If there was any theory that could be made as to why that was, she'd have to say that since her own age was being restrained by so much prana that it was actually forcing itself to the surface at a rapid rate. It wouldn't take much time till she caught up with Gil-Chan and then went beyond it. Time wasn't something that liked to be toyed with, it gave everyone an equal shot at youth and Gil-Ko was trying to bend those rules.
Should she ask for help on a matter that dealt with vanity? Further more would anyone help her? Aoko didn't seem inclined to be particularly pleasant... which was emphasized in her quick round about the dojo on her hands and knees. That entire event still seemed unfair, but then again Aozaki was more than likely making a point that she shouldn't insult anyone...Zenon or other wise. Was that fair though? She didn't remember the full conversation but if her mind recalled correctly it was Zenon who started in by insulting her. Was she being punished because Gil-Ko didn't have the right to give as good as she took? Where was the root of the conflict though? Just couldn't remember that.
Lining up a shot and taking time, it was a bogus notion that went against her nature. She fired in instances with swift, powerful fury. This whole taking aim and waiting for the wind to cooperate was something meant for when she'd learned the bow as a small boy. She'd been raised a warrior trained in many flavors of combat from spear, ax, sword and of course bow. After receiving the crown her training may have slowed down a bit, however in building the walls, protecting them and maintaining peace in Uruk she'd deserved a little leisure time. This was the events she was most known for, stealing wifes and bedding with them for sport. All of her great deeds were erased in historians eyes because of satisfying her lust in a kingdom she preserved herself. What a mockery that was, it was proof that if a someone was presented with a white piece of paper with a small black spot on it, people would believe the entire paper revolved around the spot. Besides the entire concept was accepted back in their time, one more reason she needed to take the reigns of this era.
Shaking off a mild bit of frustration she came back to reality still seeing the target standing in the same spot. Reacting more to her minds little torment session she released a rather angry shot, the result of which followed the affects of this morning where the arrow imploded its target leaving nothing but thin straw raining down where the head had hit home. Clicking tongue against the front of her teeth, she'd try to calm down. "Tch."
Lately it seemed damaging her pride was becoming less and less of a challenging task and more of a contest. Some were better at it than others and in turn they received more venom from the woman herself. Trying to pretend like she was some human and not a demi-god of obvious superiority over such lower beings was indeed a challenge. Her very nature was to reject those that lacked real power so to accept a human and actually socialize with one? It was enough to make her treat Ayako with a certain callous and coldness that even would make her enemies think it was too heavy of an expression. It was true that Lancer had convinced her that women have more value than mere tools for sexual gain or power... however that didn't mean anyone male or female should be accepted into her presence. There was a reason that Gil kept people at a distance and it was a concept that she was quite devoted to.
Though not admitting to such flaws while others were present, once alone and secluded away from the rest of the Dojo inhabitants, she became perfectly willing to practice her archery. Really she felt like her pride was being shoved down a flight of stairs and hitting every step on the way down. How was she supposed to concentrate with this level of irritation? The same thoughts kept running through her mind, she was a archer class servant that had screwed up firing an arrow. It's not like she didn't understand the reason she was an archer was because of Babylon's ability to fire rapid projectiles, but as an epic hero she still knew how to shoot an arrow with deadly precision... or at least did. During her battle against the Kish she'd been mounting the walls firing arrows down into their ranks before simply jumping down and dealing with the army in melee combat. Then about 5000 years later she was being spoon fed tips on how that method was inaccurate. That damn Ayako wouldn't have the pleasure of holding this ridicule over her head much longer.
With her chest now restrained down, lining up the shot was possible. Though admittedly ever since laying off a diet to keep bust down she'd been maturing faster than should of been possible. If there was any theory that could be made as to why that was, she'd have to say that since her own age was being restrained by so much prana that it was actually forcing itself to the surface at a rapid rate. It wouldn't take much time till she caught up with Gil-Chan and then went beyond it. Time wasn't something that liked to be toyed with, it gave everyone an equal shot at youth and Gil-Ko was trying to bend those rules.
Should she ask for help on a matter that dealt with vanity? Further more would anyone help her? Aoko didn't seem inclined to be particularly pleasant... which was emphasized in her quick round about the dojo on her hands and knees. That entire event still seemed unfair, but then again Aozaki was more than likely making a point that she shouldn't insult anyone...Zenon or other wise. Was that fair though? She didn't remember the full conversation but if her mind recalled correctly it was Zenon who started in by insulting her. Was she being punished because Gil-Ko didn't have the right to give as good as she took? Where was the root of the conflict though? Just couldn't remember that.
Lining up a shot and taking time, it was a bogus notion that went against her nature. She fired in instances with swift, powerful fury. This whole taking aim and waiting for the wind to cooperate was something meant for when she'd learned the bow as a small boy. She'd been raised a warrior trained in many flavors of combat from spear, ax, sword and of course bow. After receiving the crown her training may have slowed down a bit, however in building the walls, protecting them and maintaining peace in Uruk she'd deserved a little leisure time. This was the events she was most known for, stealing wifes and bedding with them for sport. All of her great deeds were erased in historians eyes because of satisfying her lust in a kingdom she preserved herself. What a mockery that was, it was proof that if a someone was presented with a white piece of paper with a small black spot on it, people would believe the entire paper revolved around the spot. Besides the entire concept was accepted back in their time, one more reason she needed to take the reigns of this era.
Shaking off a mild bit of frustration she came back to reality still seeing the target standing in the same spot. Reacting more to her minds little torment session she released a rather angry shot, the result of which followed the affects of this morning where the arrow imploded its target leaving nothing but thin straw raining down where the head had hit home. Clicking tongue against the front of her teeth, she'd try to calm down. "Tch."
