Gilgamesh Wulfenbach (
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General voice test
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[You were minding your own business when out of nowhere came a twelve foot tall robot, bristling with probably around forty arms, all of which held gardening implements. It staggered past, drunkenly and aggressively landscaping everything and everyone it came across.
Somehow it missed you, which is why you were still there to see Gil come skidding around the corner in pursuit.]
Slag and hellfire why did I make it so fast? You there! Was it shooting out bursts of steam yet? What color were they!?
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[The strangest things can bring on bursts of inspiration in a Spark. While dealing with some mundane task, Gil suddenly stood up straight.]
Ooh, there's an idea. If we just cut out the filters entirely and rely on the centrifuge to separate out the toxins, we could increase efficiency by at LEAST 70%! The reduced power draw would leave room for an ENTIRELY new range of components! I could finally try out that blood to bronze conversion process I've always wanted to! How would you like to replace your flimsy human flesh with tough and EFFICIENT and synthetic equivalents!? I can have a WORKING PROTOTYPE by LUNCH TIME and we can ALL BE TRANSHUMAN GODS IN TIME FOR DINNER!
-3-

[Your tranquil evening was punctured by the sound of breaking glass and then of girls screaming. Investigation reveals one Gilgamesh Wulfenbach in the woman's baths, lying in the middle of a field of broken glass from the small window towards the ceiling that he just came flying into.
He held up both arms desperately trying to calm everyone down.]
No wait! This isn't what it looks like! I promise there's a perfectly reasonable and logical explanation for everything!
[You were minding your own business when out of nowhere came a twelve foot tall robot, bristling with probably around forty arms, all of which held gardening implements. It staggered past, drunkenly and aggressively landscaping everything and everyone it came across.
Somehow it missed you, which is why you were still there to see Gil come skidding around the corner in pursuit.]
Slag and hellfire why did I make it so fast? You there! Was it shooting out bursts of steam yet? What color were they!?
-2-
[The strangest things can bring on bursts of inspiration in a Spark. While dealing with some mundane task, Gil suddenly stood up straight.]
Ooh, there's an idea. If we just cut out the filters entirely and rely on the centrifuge to separate out the toxins, we could increase efficiency by at LEAST 70%! The reduced power draw would leave room for an ENTIRELY new range of components! I could finally try out that blood to bronze conversion process I've always wanted to! How would you like to replace your flimsy human flesh with tough and EFFICIENT and synthetic equivalents!? I can have a WORKING PROTOTYPE by LUNCH TIME and we can ALL BE TRANSHUMAN GODS IN TIME FOR DINNER!
-3-
[Your tranquil evening was punctured by the sound of breaking glass and then of girls screaming. Investigation reveals one Gilgamesh Wulfenbach in the woman's baths, lying in the middle of a field of broken glass from the small window towards the ceiling that he just came flying into.
He held up both arms desperately trying to calm everyone down.]
No wait! This isn't what it looks like! I promise there's a perfectly reasonable and logical explanation for everything!
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[Oh hey Gil, it's the only woman in here that isn't panicking right now or throwing a bucket at your head.]
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So I was working on developing a new breed of bees that make jam instead of honey...
[This already sounds suspect.]
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I must mention these at every chance.
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If bees can be taught to make jam, who knows what other things they can be taught to make! Imagine cakes built by bees without the need for a baker at any point in the process!
[It's not his most ambitious project, granted...]
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[She can do sparky harmonics too you know, child's play really.]
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[Mir stands up to deliver this, and while she's nothing like able to com up to meet Gil's eye level, she is...ahem. Well. She was in the bath. And not covered with as many towels as the icon shows.]
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I'll just go now