Gilgamesh

What would happen if the user above you was a mod(game)

I know now. Everyone would be forced to refer to themselves in the third person.

EDIT: NINJA'D, AGAIN.

Dancing bananas would rain from the sky.

What would happen if the user above you was a mod(game)

There'd be dancing bananas everywhere.

EDIT:NINJA!

I don't even know.

Always Enemies ((FMN && Gilgamesh))

"Aw, how sweet of you, Lydia. You said that I mattered. If I was light enough you'd probably see me blushing. And do I sense a tinge of jealousy, Lydia? Dillon could give you a run for your money."

"Y'know, this is sort of weird. I didn't think I'd be sitting in a jacuzzi with my drunk partner and his curious rival."

"That's how it usually goes around here. By the way, were Titan and Lilith actually together? Y'know, like they were rumored to be."

"Yep. Although Titan was with a lot of girls."

"Ugh. I couldn't see how he could do it. She terrifies me now."

"Watching you fight her felt like watching 'The Exorcism.' Quite scary..."

"I think I can still feel a little pain from the ribs she broke. I'm probably imagining it though."

Always Enemies ((FMN && Gilgamesh))

Adrian laughed long and loud at this before flicking his eyes between them. Dillon seemed to grow self conscious at this as she attempted to cover herself up, but Adrian had already made a decision.

"Lydia's."

Dillon sighed, "I should have known..."

"Hey now, you're still impressive, Dilly. You're cute to boot."

"Hehe, thanks."

"And you have the better ass."

"You looked at my ass?"

"I look at every bodies' ass. Even Mr. Money Stacks'."

"Are you bisexual, Adrian?!"

"Only when I'm drunk."

"I don't think that's how it works..."

"I'm just tellin' it like it is!"

Always Enemies ((FMN && Gilgamesh))

"Huh, so you do ogle me. I couldn't tell if you're plotting to hurt me or somethin' else. Nice to know. Don't mind me! Go get your soda, for you shall not be missed."

Just then Dillon came bounding and bouncing back to the jacuzzi, much to Adrian's wonder and possible horror. "You may be cute, Dill Pickle, but you're also secretly conniving. And bouncing. Why are you bouncing? Should I be afraid that you're bouncing?"

"Not at all, big guy," she said cheerfully as she slid into the jacuzzi alongside him.

"So tell me," Dillon began with wide, eager eyes. "How'd you get the scars? They're everywhere!"

"Samurai are assholes."

"Are you saying samurai did this to you? I can't tell if you're yanking my chain or genuine since you're wasted..."

"A ghost samurai, actually," he continued.

"Yep, yanking my chain," Dillon sighed. "Even now he isn't letting me in. This is hopeless..." she whimpered as she sank further into the water of the jacuzzi until only her nose and defeated eyes could be seen.

Always Enemies ((FMN && Gilgamesh))

Adrian laughed at her comment, "Screw logic! I would've found a jacuzzi one way or another. I'd probably steal one. Maybe this one! Y'know, I think I've figured out what has been plaguin' this polluted air between us," he slurred nonchalantly as if he was talking about how his day went. "You know what it is? We don't really talk. Or understand one another. Maybe I am a little too harsh on you, but to be honest, I hoped you received the closure you wanted regardin' that one dude, Mythos. That's why I told you about the party. Man, to think he chickened out because of the exit exam.

Maybe there is some sexual tension between us as well. I don't know... What'd you think, Pretty Eyes?"

Always Enemies ((FMN && Gilgamesh))

"Thanks, Steelia," she said before scurrying off for her own swimsuit before Lydia began eyeing Adrian.

Adrian laughed, "It ain't. Me gettin' drunk, that is. I go shirtless tons of times though," he said with a wink. "Besides, if I knew you'd change into that, I'd get in this jacuzzi all the time, whatever floats your train." His own eyes began eyeing her up and down.

Always Enemies ((FMN && Gilgamesh))

Dillon sighed, "Yeah, if we have to go to one or the other. I'd prefer if you didn't drown..."

"The jacuzzi it is, Dill Pickle!"

"I hope you don't remember that nickname in the morning..." she said as she helped him down from the counter with busting his head open. Allowing him to lean on her for support she proceeded to lead him toward the jacuzzi. "Okay, how are we going to do this?" she asked as she leaned him against the jacuzzi.

He began to clumsily take his shirt off, but mid way through he found himself stuck with his arms twisted in odd directions. "Hey, uh Dill?"

Dillon quietly snickered to herself before helping him, "I gotcha," she said as she waded through the mess he found himself in. Finally taking off his shirt revealed not only his well-muscled body, but also his scarred chest, arms, and back lined with thin and thick slash marks. The scars arched across his chest in wild, random patterns.

"Geez! Where di-" before she could even finish her sentence Adrian had found himself a comfortable spot in the jacuzzi. "H-hey! Your pants are still on!"

"Heh, what? You think you can get my pants off on the first night? Maybe another night, Red."

She blushed a bright red, "T-that's not what I meant!"

"Aww yeah, this feels gooood."

Always Enemies ((FMN && Gilgamesh))

"Bitch please, I am fabulous," he slurred.

"Oh geez, she's right. You did spill some on you," Dillon said as she took a closer look. "We should put you to bed. Here just let me..." Dillon said as she reached for the glass in his hand, but he quickly, but clumsily jerked it away from her and spilled even more on himself.

"NEIN!" he protested before nearly falling off the counter and onto the floor.

Dillon had a minor panic attack as she prepared to catch him. "Oh Christ."

"Where the hell is that jacuzzi? Oh! Or maybe the Infinity Pool! That looks nice! Hey, Dill Pickle."

"Wha-Wait, What'd you call me?"

"Dill Pickle, I think," Adrian slurred before breaking out into a fit of drunken laughter. "C'mere, we're goin' for a swim. Then we're gonna play some pool. Then we're gonna watch 'The Tiger King.' Yo, you," he pointed at Lydia, "Ms. Pretty Eyes, you're comin' too."

Always Enemies ((FMN && Gilgamesh))

"As you wish," said Benjamin. "What about you?" he asked Adrian and Dillon.

"No, I don't ha-" Dillon began before being interrupted by Adrian.

"Get your armor. We still can't trust him," Adrian thought to her.

"Do have something I need to get, actually," she quickly corrected before making her way toward the door.

"Good job," he thought and she responded by flashing a smile at him over her shoulder and continued toward the door.

"You're more than welcome to get my stuff," Adrian said to Benjamin as he made his way to another tray of drinks held by a waitress.

He replaced his now empty champagne glass with another full one.

As the night went on the students would eventually file out of the mansion, leaving only Lydia, Adrian, Willow, and Dillon.

Adrian layed sprawled out ontop of the counter with champagne glasses all around him. "Damn. This bed feels like heaven," he said as he attempted to bring the glass of champagne to his lips, but missed and it spilled down his jet black shirt. " Ah, fuckin' shit on a stick."

"Uh, Adrian?" said Dillon. "Are you okay?"

"Hells to the yeahs," he responded with a smile.

"Are you drunk?" she asked as she got close to smell his breath.

"Of course not! Come 'ere, lay on this bed with me."

"Your slurred speech and the alcohol on your breath tells a different tale," she said before her face contorted in disgust. "And that's not a bed."

"It feels great though! Especially this pillow!" Adrian mumbled as he shifted the wine bottle supporting his head.

"A drunk Adrian. Just when you think you've seen it all..."