Clashing | Private | Gil & Alexander

It was like any other lazily spent day for the golden haired man. He had awoken late in the morning only to lay around for a few more hours basking in the sun much like how a cat would. Though cats didn't usually bask in the sun with a glass of expensive wine in hand. The red liquid in truth was not his own wine, but rather he had taken numerous bottles of alcohol for himself after exploring the empty castle that Tartarus had claimed. "Who knew the old ghost would have such an extensive collection beneath the castle?" He swirled the liquid about in the glass. Truth be told Lyserg hadn't given him any sort of permission to go scavenging about the castle but why would a man such as himself need any sort of permission? Besides the wine was to good to pass up for the border line alcoholic.

Under normal circumstanced Gil held his liquor better than the average man but this was a rare exception. The vintage was exquisite, the wine having aged for god knows how long in the crypts beneath Tartarus. Which basically meant that the wine was more potent than initially anticipated causing the blonde to be more than a little buzzed especially after hours of sipping at the crimson liquid. Gil would have been more than content drinking his wine, half-asleep on the cushioned window seat where he could gaze out at the wasteland that surrounded Tartarus, but it would seem fate would not allow him to drink another day to waste. "Hmmmm?" Half-drunk and half-asleep the mage was lazily peering out his window and at first did not believe what he saw. However, as minutes went by and the sudden decay of a portion of the forest outside of the walls of the kingdom grew, Gil knew he was not imagining things. Any sensible person would steer clear of whatever was causing such destruction but Gil wasn't exactly sensible. He was a man who feared nothing and was more curious than cat, a deadly combination of traits.



His voice was demeaning as usual, arrogance as thick as ever, and of course his standard smug look was plastered on his handsome face. The golden haired man had rushed to the spot in which he had spotted from his room only to find a familiar face where the decay was, no doubt this person was the cause of it. Leaning against one of the dead tree's Gil couldn't help but smirk, his crimson eyes burning holes into the raven-haired man. "You don't look so good." The statement didn't sound worried in the slightest as most guildmates would be if they had stumbled upon this scene. No, he was clearly mocking the raven-haired youth, something about Nai bringing out the worst in Gil. "I've always been curious as to what you can do....I have to say...." He paused, "I'm disappointed." He gave a mocking grin, showing his sharp animal like canines. While Gil was mean normally, even more so to Nai, under the effects of alcohol he was downright unpredictable. He could be anywhere from purring a kitten to a roaring lion in a matter of seconds and unfortunately for Nai, Gil was becoming dangerously close to the latter of the two.

Still relatively new to the area, exploration was a constant for Alexander as of late. Hours upon hours were lost to traversing both the castle and area around it. He had spoken little to any words to his "guildmates", and wondered if there were some who didn't even know his existence. He was quite good at hiding in the background. The time would come to examine them in detail, for now he first had to make sure his grasp of the surroundings was good. Maybe he'd talk to them in a few months or so. He knew the effects he was having on the environment would be great; his desecration knew no end. But, the trail would heal over time. Still, anyone looking for him would not struggle so long as they followed the trail of paled earth beneath him. 'Even here, the earth still rejects me...'

While he ha grown used to the nature of his existence long ago, he'd be lying if he didn't still somewhat hope for a place where he wasn't constantly reminded of it. One of the few emotions still clinging to the husk of a man he was one for acceptance; truly the hardest of human nature to push away. He knew that these thoughts would be a hindrance to his work, even know just this small mental reprieve had costed him moments of attention that likely lost a fair amount of details about the land around him to the sands of time. He'd have to retrace his path again later on. Forcing such trival matters aside for now, he continued mentally documenting every detail he could gather about the forest. He was sure it'd serve him well later.

It was at this moment that he felt it. A burst of power, or rather a powerful change. While he couldn't place the feeling exactly, he knew something had happened. It felt similar to his own condition, yet much more powerful and sudden. This was the first time in a long while that Alexander felt confusion about something, and he loved it. This was where knowledge came from. Making his way towards the disturbance, he made note of the now withered ground, with definite knowledge that he had not caused this. Noticing the frail outlines of figures ahead, he concealed himself against the nearby trees for the time being. He wasn't exactly ready to affect the scene yet, and would much rather watch and decipher what he could without direct interference first. He recognized the two figures as members of the guild, but knew not their names. He felt fairly certain they'd know little of him as well. Stalking the pair silently, he watched for every single detail of the scene. It seemed he'd encountered his first natural experiment in his new home.

Cat like crimson irises never left the man as Nai got to his feet, taking his time, and more importantly taking Gil's time. The audacious smirk never left his features though annoyance was like a thick cloud that hung over his very being, a vein threatening to pop any moment. The word blondie only served as fuel to his ever growing fire, along with every other word that spilled from Nai's lips. "Of course you care, how could you not?" His own retort was just as vicious if not more so, his smirk of arrogance turning into a mocking grin to match Nai's own childish one. While the insult stung the man, it did not push him over the edge instead he was quick to banter back. "Ha the mongrel is trying to call me stupid! We'll see who the stupid one is!" Gil took a step forward, chin held high in arrogance, "Oh this is supposed to be your silly idea of death? I couldn't tell. Besides how could I not come and make sure my oh, so precious treasure was okay or not? I would hate if anything were to happen to you."

Just as the two were toe to toe, Nai withdrew back and his statement made the blonde frown. "I am most certainly not drunk nor am I stupid!" The man growled out in reply, irises narrowing into slits with his growing anger. Perhaps his greatest fault was his inability to realize his own faults. Gil was by no means a man who started brawls, it was against his very nature to lower himself to an animal like level of fighting for dominance, or rather he did a very good job at suppressing his own roots to assert dominance through violence and instead preferred to do so through others means . Yet Nai brought out the worst in him, whether it was because the raven haired man had a resemblance to someone Gil would rather forget about, or their personalities were simply too similar, or perhaps it was even fate that the two would clash more often than not. None the less, all that mattered was that at Nai's words, the blonde snapped. "RATS!?" His voice nearly cracked, arms crossing over his chest, "You'd rather spend time with rats than bask in my glorious presence!?" His eyes were like burning pools of lava as he stamped towards Nai, "I ought to teach you a thing or two about respect! I've had enough of your antics!" He would not stand for a mud-covered man thinking that Gil was lower than that of a rat, once again it was hard to say if Gil would have this reaction with anybody or simply if it was just because it was Nai who said it. Through the deadly combination of alcohol and his own burning need to be acknowledged or even worshiped especially by a man who was beginning to look less like Nai and more like a certain someone  in his drunken vision, Gil lost what little control he had. "I command-" His magic was visibly fluctuating in preparation to summon a creature of his choice.