galatining | Overflow post for Prisma

How am I supposed to even guess that! A particular reputation could mean anything!

[Then Gawain sighs, because it is indeed just a game and he can hardly blame Tristan. It is not like Crocodiles were common in their time or in Chaldea.]

But let us move on. Maybe the next one will be easier.

I had thought you were more clever than that.

[ He frowns, though he probably doesn't intend that sting there. Also, it is true that crocodiles aren't much of a Thing for them. So he'll forgive this matter. ]

Alright, the next one then.

[ The next question flashes up. It is "What type of kiss would your partner prefer? A) A sweet kiss to the cheek B) A passionate kiss on the lips C) A sensual kiss to intimate places....

Oh hm. ]

Now is not the time for insults, so I shall let it go.

[Tristan probably didn't mean it anyways. It's just his way. Even Gawain has been known for an unwittingly cold hearted jab at others.

He sees Tristan pause though and has to wonder what it is.]

What is it that has you so perplexed? I can't imagine it is something simple like colors.

[And Tristan fortunately is rather simple in that department.]

Of course.

[ He didn't mean it terribly much. So it's for the best.

But now he has to deal with this highly inappropriate question. Not that he and his fellow knights haven't discussed their romances before. But. ]

No, it's not about colors.

[ He finally sighs and punches the second option. What romantic doesn't like a classic like that. ]

See for yourself.

[Now Gawain is looking at the display and he blanches a bit and then flushes.]

Oh... I see. I am sorry I made this very uncomfortable for you, didn't I?

[And yes, they did talk about such things as relations, but this felt a bit personal.

But Gawain recovers before picking that same second choice.]

Well I think in the end, a kiss on the lips fits, because you seem like a traditionalist.

[ Tristan turns his head as if to glance off to the side. ]

It is hardly something I cannot handle.

[ And at least it didn't give Tristan an excuse to lament on his romance gone wrong.

He waits for the selection to get locked in, then it dings with the correct answer. ]

Well, now we have one wrong, and one right. [ They're moving up in the world. Tristan sits back a bit. ] Time for the next question.

I guess it is your turn to guess now.

[Honestly, it probably was something Tristan could handle. You never knew what rolled off the man's back and what didn't.

Though now it seemed like the game wanted to switch their roles, which was fine with Gawain...

Or not. Not with that question. Even though it was easy enough to answer for anyone who knew him.

Which of these three cup sizes is better? A, C or DDD. Obviously the latter, obviously.]

...well then.

[ Tristan looks at the question and its options, raising his brows.

Of course they'd get this question. Of course they would.

Most of the Knights of the Round Table are... involved with the ladies, that's true. And Gawain has been very straightforward about what he likes.

Tristan punches the "DDD" answer with his finger. ]

Hm. This one.

[Thank you Tristan. Thank you. He's thankful it's you and not like, Bedivere in here. That would be horrible for a variety of reasons.]

That's out of the way at least. I do not know why they keep going in that direction.

[But it's onto the next question:

Cat girls, fox girls or bunny girls? Okay... He has never thought of that and just chooses bunny girls out of easy. Fox girls have a bad association for him anyways.]

Well I shall just say for a hint, that it's the ones that have the magazine.

[ That would be horrible. This is still horrible, but it's not the worst. ]

I do not think I want to know.

[ It's like trying to match them up and he doesn't want to think about that.

And uh...he looks at this next question. What does this even mean? Fox girls are also on Tristan's troublesome list at best so it's between cats and bunnies. Gawain gives him a hint, and it takes him a moment to think on it (do you think he reads that or something?!) before he nods. ]

I see. Then it must be this one.

[ He presses the bunny answer. ]

[Victory! Seeing their point total go up, Gawain slumps his shoulders in relief.

He doesn't want to know what the purpose of these questions are, but he is glad that they at least seem to be on the same page here.]

I think... maybe that is it at last? Maybe.

[And yes, the machine is actually tallying up their score, and taking it's sweet time.]

I believe we should promise to never speak of this again, least someone get the wrong impression. Especially not to any fellow knights.

[That would be dreadful.]

Yes, I don't see anymore questions on my end.

[ Thank goodness. It might have asked about their preferences in underwear next, or something even WORSE. Things he doesn't want Gawain to have to think about about him.

He watches the points tallying for a second, getting the idea that the machine may actually tell them they're compatible (god forbid). ]

Agreed. We will forget this ever happened.

[ Especially when their score dings and congratulates them for being A GREAT MATCH. ]

[There are plenty of things they know about one another of course. All the knights know of matters better kept out of the ears of any wives or ladies. But that's not the same as knowing these fine details...]

I suppose there are worse ways to be reunited.

[He sighs and then blinks at their score and can't help but laugh a little.]

I mean having a bad score would be worse, I think?

[ That's true. It makes sense that they'd get some answers right just by what they already know. Still... it was definitely weird. ]

Not many, but some I suppose.

[ He nods in agreement. ]

Would it? Yes. Perhaps... it is nice, to have someone who understands me around.

[It is weird, but the best way to deal with weird is to either put it behind you are act like it's not as such.]

It is a relief. I am glad to see you again, Sir Tristan. It makes me wish I had encountered you sooner. but well, at least we are reunited.

Even if it is in a booth.

[That asked them dirty questions.]

[ He doesn't know if Gawain should actually be "glad" to see him, but he nods once. ]

Do you think the others are here as well?

[ The Knights of the Round Table, that is. And their king too, but that's less implied as the former. ]

It will let us out of the booth, won't it?

I have yet to encounter anyone sadly...

[He hasn't yet run into Mordred, or else he might be a little more reserved on that account.]

I think it shall.

[Gawain pushed at the door, which didn't budge. He frowned, shaking his head.]

Unless it is stuck...?

Neither have I.

[ Definitely would have mentioned Mordred by now.

He frowns though as the door doesn't really budge. ]

Well, let me try.

[ As if Gawain doesn't have the strength. But anyway, he gives it a jiggle and it doesn't budge there either. Maybe there's a waiting period. ]

It is probably for the best. I do not know how some of them might have handled this situation.

[Lancelot would probably have been okay. Right at home even.

Gawain grimaces at it and then knocks, calling out to the person who shoved them in. Nothing though.]

...Don't tell me I have to break down another door.

[Percival isn't here to pay this time.]

Yes, most of them seem ill suited.

[ Maybe Gawain is ill suited too...squint.
But Lancelot definitely would be okay here.

Tristan looks at the door, frowning.

How on earth are you supposed to open it? ]

You might as well. If there's no other way.

But well, the two of us shall manage, as well as can be expected.

[Gawain may or may not handle it. Such things can go either way with him.

But after a moment, Gawain sighs and draws out his sword.]

...Alright, step back then friend. And as dishonorable as it is, be prepared to run once we are free.

[Can it really be called dishonorable when the door was broken and Gawain had to save them?]

Of course. It could not be any other way.

[ Nevermind that Tristan is prone to tragedy. It's fine.

Tristan moves himself back as far as he can, watching Gawain with his sword.

They must do what they have to to survive, that's what Tristan will tell himself. ]

I am ready.

Okay, then here I go.

[He is glad for Tristan's understanding. He knows what must be done, as any knight should.

But Gawain takes and activates Galatine and doesn't even hesitate to strike.

It's not an actual noble phantasm blasting forth of course. That would be silly.

It's more like the equivalent of taking a giant welding torch and slicing the door clean open.

Gawain doesn't hesitate or wait for anyone to cry out. It's time to run.]

Let's go!

Right.

[ Tristan nods and tries to flatten himself against the safe wall as best he can.

He may not be completely familiar with Galatine but he's seen it in action enough to know to stay out of the way. And thank goodness a full on noble phantasm wasn't used because there is definitely not enough room for that.

It's still an extremely extra way to get out of a booth though.

But Tristan doesn't need to be told twice to start taking off and escaping from the mess they've just made. ]

Hurry!

[Gawain can be a man of excessive force, but even he knows when to tone it down.
A full Galatine blast would probably result in more than a little collateral damage and that's not knightly at all.

Neither is just running past the shouting attendants, far too fast to catch thankfully.]

Haha, if anyone ever asks about this, we need to make it sound better!

[Gawain laughs actually, even though he's going to feel a littly guilty later on.]

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