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Cu Chulainn An English Cemetery, Early Evening

St. Lazarus is a rather large cemetery in England, built in a large green area, with a few hills. It's a lovely place, with the gravestones spaced out well, the mausoleum in the center not far from the main 'office' area rather large, and could have once been considered quite a nice place to go when you died.

Though that may be up to debate, seeing as how there's currently a localized zombie apocalypse not far from a warpgate, which has led to calls from a Multiverse passerby for assistance. Dozens of spots in the graveyard have been unearthed, big holes in the ground where the dead crawled their way out. The hoards now shamble past the trees, a hefty swarm of undead creatures focusing on different parts of the park. The main problem is that it's not just the zombies - there's civilians here, too.

Most of them have bunkered into the main office, which is being slammed by the zombies, trying to get through the door and the blocked-up windows. There's also quite a few around the mausoleum, but they're not trying to break into it. They're...guarding it?

In a tree on top of a hill, a young woman is being swarmed, trying to get up high enough that the shambling corpses can't grab her by the leg and pull her into the masses.

And a couple are running for their lives through the cemetery, being chased by remarkably fast zombies who might just manage to catch up to them.

Meanwhile, at the rear side, there's the sounds of fighting. Someone or something's starting to close in on the park and starting to mow through zombies...but is it friend or foe? Those with magical senses would be able to sense a cluster of it over here.
Gilgamesh      THE King is bored. Long play the King.

     Having spent a year and a half assembling quite literally one of every actually-extant Lego set in the Multiverse in a sprawling diorama conveniently stuffed into a basement room in the Hellsing Mansion, Gilgamesh has finally lost interest in the little yellow bricks. Since, upon stepping out of his room and into the Manor at large, he could not immediately find Seras to entertain him, he did what he usually does when he is staggeringly bored.

     He walked out of the mansion without any concern for who may or may not be troubled by this, ignoring a few protesting guards. Really, the only difference between Now and Babylon is that Now he has his head pressed firmly into a large cell phone, watching random videos on Youtube.

     So it is that the King of Heroes, wandering far and wide without paying heed to where he is going, and trusting in his sense as the original adventurer to take him vaguely somewhere worth holding his attention, winds up in a graveyard.

     And the King is radiant. Mythic. He is beautiful in a way that normal people simply are not, the divinity of his blood an intoxicating drug that marks him not as one who claims a crown but as one who *is* a crown. He seems to almost shine with that radiant, commanding presence, that unearthly beauty. On his slender, young form, barely sixteen, the makeshift, stitched-together robe, made of an XCOM Uniform and a Hellsing uniform, looks like the finest silks. The words VIGILO CONFIDO and HELLSING: WE ARE ON A MISSION FROM GOD are covenants carved in the world draped across his body. Every motion is graceful in perpetuity as he walks, laughing at a video of a small kitten falling off a high object and tumbling into a basket, and apparently heedless of his surroundings right up until he hears the woman being swarmed.

     That sort of thing is why he just goes off and does his own thing. Inevitably, it is so much more interesting.

     "You there!" Gilgamesh waves his hand at the shambling corpses with a gesture made imperious by his very existence, by how much more REAL he is than the rest of the world, "How shameful, you rotten creatures. Even the clay dolls of this modern era are more beautiful to look upon than you."

     Gilgamesh strolls lazily forward. "Dirtying even one of my treasures on you is simply unacceptable. Vile. I would never be able to get the scent of your worthlessness out of them. So therefore I will not."

     Gilgamesh just tosses the cell phone up and down in the air for a brief instant.

     Then, with enough force to punch through a tree, he flings the phone sidelong at the zombies attacking the woman.

     The phone will *probably* shatter even if it only takes out one of them.

     "You, woman. Be not afraid. I am Gilgamesh, King of Heroes, who rules all that lies from the rising sun to its setting. These hideous creatures have offended my sight, so they will be destroyed. Perhaps afterwards you will serve me, but at the moment, stay there and try not to annoy me with your whimpering and shrieking. You are a human, are you not? Try to show some of your ancestors' fire."

     Gilgamesh continues strolling lazily forward. "Well, monsters? If you wish to taste my wrath, then come at me! I detest having my time wasted almost as much as I detest the mere sight of you!"
Riva Banari Riva spends a /depressing/ amount of time in graveyards these days. Mainly because of THIS EXACT PROBLEM. As she pops in through the Gate and looks over the situation, she rolls her eyes and sighs the sigh of someone who has Seen Way Too Much Of This Crap. This, however, doesn't keep her from taking it seriously. She plunges a hand into a ripple in space which glows gold for a moment, pulling out a long, hefty metal bar with twisted tines that seem to be collapsed in around it on some kind of mechanism. She thumbs a catch, and the tines fly out to either side, locking into place horizontally with a meaty KER-CHUNK, forming a bent T-bar. Almost like a mix between an anchor and a cross.

It is, of course a cross. Just not one from around here. Riva hoists her reappropriated symbol of Glabadosian faith, turned into a big chunky Anima-infused crushing implement, and CHARGES THE HELL IN, bellowing at the zombies. "HEY, DEAD GUYS! I'M OVER HERE, NICE AND LIVING AND TASTY. MY BRAINS ARE /AWESOME/." As she yells, the cross flares with Anima, Riva launching into the closest pack of enemies, beginning to smash her way over towards the zombies clambering at the obvious hiding place. "COME ATTACK ME! I'M ANNOYING!" She yells at the zombies, making tons of noise.
Maya Undead? That had Maya's attention, she did not fit the look of this world she looked like she walked out of a post-Atomic wasteland from the blue hair, the leather and metal armour, and the big damn rifle she was wearing. Also to anyone who could sense Magic in the area Maya was impossible to miss given how much she was radiating magic like crazy. So yes Maya is here and she's now surviving zombies she spies Gilgamesh. For all his theatrics he was getting down to work and she would be the last to deny the power of perhaps Earth's oldest known legendary hero.
% The Junker will make a beeline for the couple being chased and pull a card while she does. Lighting bolts would rain down on the undead shortly afterward and calls out to the couple.

"I'll cover you."

She's got a plan but first, she's got the take out the fast zombies chasing them.

Then comes a soul she never thought she'd see again, it is Riva. The Knights Templar charges on in to get the zombies attention, it was good to have someone like that on your side when dealing with the undead hordes, doubly so when they were very, hard to kill.
Grave Matters     Reports of undead activity is the kind of thing that would have gotten the attention of the trio of Magical Girls known as Grave Matters, even if it hadn't been something they'd been called to action for as part of the Paladins. Dealing with dead things is kind of their job description. A short girl of about 14 with pink hair down to her ankles and half-lidded yellow eyes set in a perpetually unimpressed-looking face belong to the scarf, sweater, and skirt-wearing leader of the group, Matsuri. Matsuri arrives first, using her agility and super speed to ride the spirit energy that surrounds her, controlling it to create her own accelerated highway of ghostlings.

    Following soon after is a red-haired, ponytailed, red-eyed girl a bit older looking than Matsuri. She wears a crown and a black and red diamond patterned sleeveless dress, withh fingerless gloves and socks and shoes that match the color scheme of her dress, only inverted. Ruri is extremely pale, and the inhuman eyes she bears mark her as potentially more than your standard magical girl. She is using chains summoned from the ground and any other surroundings to swing after Matsuri. The underworld chains, frigid as death, lash out of the ground, wrap around her limbs, and then throw her along her desired course.

    In the air above, keeping pace with the other two, is a very Halloween-themed magical girl in a vaguely witchy outfit, minus the pointed hat. A black dress that fades to orange around the edges, spider webs and other arachnid designs all over, and gray twintails tied off with lace, along with thigh-high black boots compose Shiho's attire, though the black and orange parasol that is allowing her to fly, and the black and orange striped cat resting atop it are additional accessories. Her eyes, like Matsuri's are yellow, but unlike the team leader's, Shiho has black cross-shaped pupils at the center of each.

    "England again... Huh?" Matsuri mutters under her breath as she takes in the surroundings. She's been here once before. Or to the country at least, not necessarily this world's version. It was an unpleasant trip. But it's where they added Shiho to their team, so it wasn't all bad.

    "Oh-hohoho~. Now that I know this battlefield, my enemies are, like, totally going to be <<roasted>>!" Ruri brags as she performs another high-speed acrobatic maneuver to get snared by her own chains and thrown ahead once more. It's less that she's swinging by the chains and more that she's being swung.

    "Best not to underestimate them. We do not know what rules this world's version of zombies operate upon." Shiho says while gazing off into the distance, towards the skyline. Perhaps remembering this land she spent the first 16 years of her life in.

    Matsuri notices the distracted nature of her team mate as she glances back over her shoulder, and then turns to speed-run backwards. "Are you going to be okay being back here again, Shiho?"

    The corners of Shiho's mouth curl up into a black smile and she turns her head to look back at Matsuri, eyes wild, cheeks flushed. "Of course! Who knows what kind of gruesome horrors I'll see here? A zombie apocalypse! Just like I've always dreamed of!" Shiho is breathing heavily, with obvious excitement.

    Matsuri sweats a bit and says, "A-ah... Well... Just focus on the task at hand, okay, horror girl?"

    "Geez, I'm from the Underworld, and I don't fixate on death half as much as you do, Shiho." Ruri chimes in, shaking her head.

    "Haha. You know me~." Shiho brushes off the criticisms and jabs lightly. Once her companions are facing ahead again, her smile fades.
Grave Matters     A short time later, the sound of screams and moans and the smell of death, reach the trio, around the same time a large magical signature is detected. All three look more serious as Matsuri says, "Heads up, ladies. There's a lot of magic around here. And something on the far side is coming closer."

    Ruri uses her chains to hurl herself across the cemetery ahead of her comrades, despite the immediate protests of the leader, and comes crashing down behind the fleeing couple, putting off the matter of that big magic source that's dicing up zombies. Unlikely to be an enemy if it's fighting these corpses, right? Ruri summons her chains from the ground once more, the black links whipping outwards like snapped suspension cables towards the pursuing undead. "You are <<doing it wrong>>! Ghouls are not meant to chase! That is for <<Hell Hounds>>! What kind of Underworld did you escape from anyway!? Go back to digging up bones to gnaw on, peasants!"

    Shiho touches down nearby the couple, using her parasol as both shield and melee weapon to defend them as she tries to escort them out of the cemetery and to safety.

    Matsuri comes zipping in like a streak of red lightning, her oversized scythe aiming to bisect anything between her and the magic source she detected. It looks like others are here already. She springs off tombstones, performing cinematic martial arts style moves to bounce and polevault her way across the impromptu battlefield. "I'm going to find out who that is. They might be responsible, or they might be useful in putting a stop to this if they are a local with information." she calls back to her allies.
Josuke Higashikata All this comes to Josuke's attention in a fairly straightforward way -- Jotaro tells him that there's a graveyard that's swarming with undead and menacing people. And with Josuke's recent Hamon training, he seems like he'd be the best one to send into the fray, rather than sacrificing SPW personnel. Of course Josuke's going to go; there are people who need help, and that's kind of his thing. But it's also a chance to test his Hamon training in the field, a 'sink or swim' sort of test.

This is what leads to a white van with a logo consisting of a wooden wagon wheel with the letters 'S P W' over it emblazoned on its sides, swerving into the street next to the graveyard as if the driver is both drunk AND coked-up. The driver aims the carrening vehicle at the nearest confluence of zombies and just plows right through. And as soon as the van gets into the graveyard, Josuke uses his Stand to literally throw himself out of the open side door of the still-moving van, catching himself with Crazy Diamond as he nears the ground. The van isn't staying around, either; the driver careens back onto the road as soon as Josuke's clear and speeds back to the warpgate. Smart driver.

Josuke's dressed in his dark blue school uniform, but has a leather pouch looped over his torso. The clinking of wood sounds from inside it -- there are wooden pellets he can use to attack at range (the pellets being wood because only organic substances HOLD Hamon energy; it just passes harmlessly through everything else).

Of course, Josuke finds himself looking in Gilgamesh's direction and blinking in surprise. "...Whoa." It isn't every day he sees someone who's literally GLOWING in such a way that's only made more obvious by the ugliness around him. Riva's bellowing draws his attention next, and he frowns. "Be careful!" he shouts to her.

He has a split second to make a decision. Gilgamesh is helping the young woman, and it looks like Maya is assisting the couple. So Josuke manifests Crazy Diamond once more, and has his Stand throw him in the direction of the largest confluence of zombies near the boarded up 'base camp'. On the trip, he remembers to do as Jonathan taught him -- breathe every bit of air out of his lungs before drawing the next deep breath.

And as he reaches there, he only half-manifests his Stand. It's still 'connected' to him, as though it's sticking out his back. And with a loud exclamation from Josuke, as well as the Stand's "''DORARARARARA!'''" he aims a flurry of Hamon-powered punches at the zombies. His strength isn't near what Jonathan's is... Jonathan Joestar is a Hamon prodigy. But the Hamon itself will probably still wreck whatever zombies he DOES hit with it.
Sakata Kintoki      The rumble of an engine. The screeching of tires. The glint of sunglasses barely reflecting the light from streetlamps in the distance.

    Aside from the sunglasses, probably not the sort of thing that would be too out of place on a regular night in a modern city. Tonight is not a normal night, however, with that sound growing louder as it homes in on the zombies at the office. The rider of the motorbike, meanwhile, is not a regular person. No, he looks like he's anything but normal with his golden spiked hair, black riding suit with golden trim, and a golden motorbike charging right for the zombies and moving parallel to the office wall.

     "Your Golden Rider is here!" Kintoki bellows as he moves in to back Riva and Josuke up with the power of driving right into a mass of zombies and lashing out with an oversized brass knuckle, all whilst doing the sickest of wheelies and somehow not eating shit in the process. "What's the story here? You're not just here to enjoy the show, are ya?"

     And then he starts laughing. "Nah, you're getting in there, too... Alright! Let's get fired up!"
Seras Victoria     The timing couldn't be worse. No sooner did someone report that Gilgamesh went AWOL from the mansion (not that anyone could really control him anyways...) but a call comes in about ZOMBIES!

    Seras, naturally, decides the zombies are way more important. Gilgamesh can more than take care of himself... right?

    Sure enough though, she grinds to a halt soon after plunging out of the warp gate, for her sharp eyes catch sight of goldy in the distance SURROUNDED BY ZOMBIES.

    What ARE the chances? "I-if he knew about this, he should've alerted us earlier...!" She complains to nobody... and just raises her sizable rifle as if it weighed nothing, takes aim... and fires burst after burst.

    She figures that Gilgamesh will CERTAINLY rescue the woman in the tree, and so she instead ascends the hill halfway and begins sniping zombies that are nearest civilians. Heads just start exploding as she points and shoots again and again with only the machine-like precision that someone who gets in a LOT of practice can display.

    Her attention's focused on the 'fast zombies' in the cemetery chasing some unfortunate civvies... which means she gets a good look at the distant mausoleum. "Why are they just... standing there...?!"
Nova Terra     A lone zombie shambles through a quieter part of the graveyard, apparently having been separated from the main pack. It's dead eyes roll around in its head as it tries to find something living to chew on. A roar causes it to look up into the sky in search of such a meal, but there's nothing up there. At first. Soon enough it spots an object falling towards it. Is it edible? The zombie stops its shambling and reaches its rotting arms up into the sky as if trying to reach the object plummeting towards it. Unfortunately for it, the zombie's arms, head and body are subsequently crushed as the object lands right on it, quickly turning it into a pile of flesh and bone as the object - looking remarkably like a motorbike with giant thrusters on the back - comes to a quick stop. The anti-grav system kicks up a constant dust cloud beneath it as it floats there.

    Nova is apparently unaware of the walking dead that was just crushed beneath the landing of her Vulture bike. She glances around, taking in the situation. Or what she can see of it. Some others have already arrived to help, so it seems like the people still in trouble won't be for much longer.

    Deciding to turn her focus on perhaps halting the attack alltogether, Nova turns her visor towards the mausoleum at the center of the cemetery. The fact that the zombies are guarding it seems to suggest a target of importance.

    Nova turns her hoverbike around and kicks in the large thrusters. The bike rockets forward, beginning to skim across the ground as its rider aims it towards the zombie guards. Any trying to get in the way would likely be smashed against the pointed front of the bike and knocked to the side. Others will find themselves the victims of gunshots as Nova wields her large Canister Rifle in one hand, firing into the zombie horde.

    As she begins to get close to the mausoleum, Nova suddenly turns the Vulture hard to the side, sending it into an anti-grav skid as she quickly jumps off, gliding through the air to gracefully land on the ground behind the bike as it skids along to mow down zombies and open up a path.
Cu Chulainn The zombies around the tree think the woman will be delicious, presumably, to guess at what a zombie may think. As Gilgamesh arrives, however, in all his divine splendor, one of them turns towards him and is promptly killed when a phone slams into his head, breaking it open as it shatters and dropping him to the ground. The whole swarm turns towards Gilgamesh.

And then, they /consider/. They don't move, they don't speak, they just stand there, seeming to be deciding what to do. The cowering woman stares at the young king in both awe and fear (of the zombies, not Gilgamesh), as the zombies end up deciding, well, this guy is probably even more delicious. The swarm suddenly converges on him, moving to swarm him and wrap around him, some attempting to flank behind while others try and distract from up front. It's way more tactical than you'd expect zombies to be capable of.

Riva decides to aggro the zombies in the path to the office, meanwhile, shouting as she rushes into battle with her murder-cross. She slams her energy-filled weapon through the packs, barreling through them and shutting them down. As they come at her to retaliate, a larger and taller zombie opens its mouth, and tries to spew black bile on her. If it manages to hit her, it burns like crazy, somewhat acidic. The others either can't do it or don't feel like it right now. She's able to close right up to the office.

At the same time, Josuke makes his dynamic entry, the van mowing through a small group of zombies and allowing him forward to get to the office with his Stand. As he channels his sunlight energy, he throws a flurry of punches into the zombies, the energy tearing through them faster than one might expect. The first time the sunlight energy flows through one, though, something interesting happens. Masses of zombies start wailing, freezing up for several seconds, long enough for the others to get some good shots on them. It doesn't last long, and doesn't happen on further strikes...but it might mean something important.

As Kintoki rides into a mass of undead and beats them to death (again) with his brass knuckles, a group of zombies moves to leap on him, trying to dogpile his motorcycle to stop it from ripping them all apart. He's strong enough to knock them back, but there's quite a bit of them.

As the vulture bike rides through a zombie and charges forward towards the mausoleum, mowing down a path, there's immediately an issue. As she gets closer to the mausoleum door, the zombies are certainly not happy, and open their mouths to all spit that black bile on her and try and slow her down. She's capable of tearing through a fair number of them, but they're hoping she'll spin out and crash, or get knocked off the bike in the process. Several of the survivors from the office are also moving as fast as they can in her direction, trying to back up their fellows!
Cu Chulainn Lightning bolts rain down on those chasing the couple, several breaking off from the couple to assault Maya. She's able to get good strikes on them, though, and luckily, the couple is safe, from a mixture of that and the help of Ruri and Shiho. By the time they stop the couple, they're not too far from the magical source, their chains flying out and dicing through zombies as well as the parasol making an effective shield to allow Shiho to get them through the nearby rear exit. A pair however moves to flank around them, splitting off to try and get on either side of the parasol...and Seras is able to easily take out both, ripping massive holes into their torsos.

The magical energy is close enough for Matsuri to get to them, as well. It's a pair of people, specifically, and they're definitely fighting zombies. One of them is a man with blue hair, in a short ponytail, and wearing a blue bodysuit and jeweled earrings. He's positively magical, and is holding a long red spear, which he's using to pierce zombies and slam them into each other. The area around him is covered in wires whipping through the air and creating waist-height barriers. The man with the spear seems to be dodging around them easily, but several of the zombies get tripped up into them, and the wires seem to be electrified.

The wires can be sourced to another man, with short purplish-black hair, a suit and tie, and a pair of small metal earrings himself. He's channeling lightning through the wires to shock the zombies, and is definitely coordinating with the spearman. Though as Matsuri approaches, the lancer speaks up. "Hey, little lady! You have anything to do with this?" The suited man speaks up, both amused and frustrated. "Would someone just answer that, Lancer? She's pretty young...though that means nothing these days. Once we get through this swarm, we'll need to ask her about her involvement."
Josuke Higashikata "WHOA!" The exclamation repeated by Josuke as the motorbike speeds past. He makes sure he doesn't move too quickly for the rider to misjudge his location, because he'd ideally rather not end up with a tire track from a two-wheeled motor vehicle neatly taped up his back. Once he's sure he's not going to be street pizza though, he offers a thumbsup in Kintoki's direction.

However, he notes the weird reaction the zombies have to the initial dose of Hamon. "...Huh. Weird. Mr. Joestar didn't say anything about that..." he mutters. He'll observe to see if it happens again, and it won't, but still, it's something to consider.

And he'll communicate this to his allies over the radio too, as he tries to lay out more of these undead things with Hamon-charged Stand punch flurries. With a pause to breathe, of course. While gathering his focus, he communicates, "<<Uh... I don't know if this is important or not, but it's probably worth mentioning. This ability I'm using is specifically harmful to undead. First time I used it on a few, a whole bunch of 'em acted like they got it but they didn't. Only happened once.>>"
Nova Terra     Black bile begins to coat the Vulture bike as it slides along through the horde. It begins to seep into the bike's systems, the acidity melting internals and causing them to fail. The anti-grav finally gives out and the bike falls the rest of the way to the ground, going into a roll before finally crushing a zombie or two under it as it stops.

    Of course, Nova jumped off the bike some time ago, so has avoided the crash. However, she still has some ground to cover before reaching the mausoleum and the zombies are regrouping. She takes the few moments that her bike stunt has brought her to reload her rifle, before she is off and running again.

    Nova isn't going for accuracy right this moment, letting the sheer size of the bullets her rifle is firing damage the zombies enough to at least slow them down, if not debilitate or outright kill them. She's picking off the closer zombies as she walks towards the mausoleum at a more cautious pace. Though when a larger group tries to charge her, she retrieves a grenade from one of her suit's compartments and sends the spherical device flying to explode amidst them.
Gilgamesh      Gilgamesh discards the arms and throws himself up and backwards, into the ring of zombies.

     And he just straight up elbow drops the thing into the crowd with enough force to splatter the zombie, the zombies nearby, and any other zombies that happen to be in the vicinity.

     When he rises, covered in gore, the King of Heroes dusts himself off delicately, as if it would make a single bit of difference, and then casts a glare that could tear apart steel at the zombies around him, as if *daring* them to try that shit again.

     "Thus was the chapter of LuchaDosAndDon'ts written: one who stands behind you risks being destroyed without a second glance!"

     Sometimes modernity is actually kind of okay.

     Except for the disgusting empty people.

     Not the zombies. Babylon already had those. They were better back then. Everything was better back then.

     The King throws back his head and laughs, a booming, loud challenge to the rest of the beasts. He doesn't know or care that they're mindless. He just...he just is. His staggering arrogance is a force of nature unto itself.
Gilgamesh      IT IS To the King's pleasure that others arrive more or less immediately. Rather than continue attacking the zombies (he is disarmed of phones at the moment, after all), he instead appreciates each of them. He appreciates Riva's bravado, howling, screaming valorous curses at the wind to draw the ugly things to her. This is good. Humans should be more bold. He appreciates Maya, who knows instinctively to fall in and support the King. This is good. Humans should support the King. He appreciates Ruri's swift and decisive attack, and he always appreciates people who recognize horrible things as awful without needing prompting. This is good, for humans should be decisive. He appreciates Josuke throwing himself bodily into the fray after a brief moment of awe at the King's presence. This is good, for humans should be ready to fight at a moment's notice.

     Kintoki, though, gets a full-out applause. Like a standing ovation in the middle of this horrifying cemetary. Gilgamesh appreciates flash *and* substance, and Gold Rider is draped in both. He applauds cheerfully, like a nobleman at a play, right up until Seras speaks, which draws his attention. He waves at her, the radiant demigod using both hands as if a child at a beach waving for a close acquaintance. Did he jump?

     He might've jumped excitedly.

     Dork.

     Then radio banter happens. He's forced to stop and consider that, yes, in fact, he *is* King of Space by technicality, and so rather than be upset by this he simply rolls with it.

     In the span of time it takes him to do all these things he is suddenly surrounded by hungry zombies. He basically didn't notice. Of course he didn't, they're *ugly* and *contemptible* and he's glorious and divine, radiant in ways that human beings cannot imagine in modernity. He is a living drug of pure Divine Right; mundane humans seek to taste his glory. Of course a creature so base and empty would seek to fill itself with him.

     There are an awful lot of them though.

     They come surging in. They are tactical, preying on his foolish distraction like masters. For mindless beasts they fight in a pack like creatures with a great and terrible purpose, and that is Interesting enough that Gilgamesh actually stops being distracted for long enough to avoid a few attacks. His motions are grace and serenity, seamlessly stepping out of the side of some of the attacks in the front.

     In the front.

     And not in the back.

     One of them gets its teeth in him. It bites down, hard. Another slashes him from the side. A third grabs hold of him and tries to force him to the ground.

     It is at this point that the King of Heroes decides that he is Extremely Cross.

     Extremely, Unbelievably Cross.

     "You dare?!" Gilgamesh roars. There is more than anger in those red eyes. Anger is an ordinary emotion for ordinary people. In the eyes of the King is wrath, plain and simple, in the Biblical sense and then some - for he predates even that.

     As a fourth zombie comes to attack him from the front, that wrath is released. He grabs the creature in one hand and dismembers it with a motion as casual as someone opening a letter. Grasping the arm in his other hand, he starts beating the zombies clinging to him with it. A second arm winds up in his hands, too, as he does so. Then, at last, the immediate problems are dealt with, save the one clinging to his teeth.

     But he has a special plan in mind for it.

     Oh yes.

     "WORTHLESS, EMPTY MONGREL!" Gilgamesh roars, "You, even worse than these clay dolls of the modern age, who dares to taste the blood of the great King of all things under Heaven, prepare yourself!"

     "For I have learned much from the tome of Y'toob, and among them is a way to destroy one as arrogant as you!"

     "BEHOLD!"
Seras Victoria     Having a SUNLIGHT POWERED SUPERNATURAL charge occuring nearby gets a YELP from Seras despite being so far away. Her instincts scream STAY away and she does take a step back, but it only gets her assault to pause for a moment. As one spent magazine hits the ground, she slams a fresh one into her weapon and chambers the first round - and stares at Gilgamesh resorting to WRESTLING. WHICH WORKS. Her jaw drops.

    ... But she recovers, and tosses Gilgamesh one of her spare pistol packs, including some ammo. Hope he knows how to use it! "You don't want to use your weapons... but THAT's messier...?"

    Yeah, not gonna question that!

    Oh brother. Instead of focusing on that though, Seras refocuses on the cemetery and continues her bombardment of zombies that are near people! Because why get up close when you can just SNIPE SNIPE SNIPE?
Grave Matters     "No, just here to stop it. And I assume from that question that you are implying you aren't responsible either." Matsuri replies dully as she turns and swings her scythe, allowing the haft to slip through a loosened grip as it moves so that it can strike enemies at staggered distances from her instead of just along one particular arc. Her other hand snaps up ahead of the first before it can fully leave her grasp, regaining stability and using it try to fend off an undead attacker.

    "Should I assume you aren't locals and don't know what might be causing this or how to stop it aside from slaying all of them either?" she says before backstepping away from her assailant in a series of quick hops. Introductions will have to wait for now.

    Ruri hears some lady yelling about how annoying she is and turns to squint at her. Is someone edging in on her territory!? Well, she'll leave them for now. Anyone who can wield a cross as a weapon has got to be a capable magical girl. She puts away her phone in her pocke space after doing an ill-advised search for an ancient city/civilization/space colony and picking the first result that popped up with an accompanying picture, because pictures are obviously better than boring words, and exhibits strength very disproportionate to her frame and size.

    The princess tries to crater the ground and send shockwaves outwards from her fist, trying to scatter the undead even if means disturbing graves and damaging the environment. This isn't their world, so she doesn't have to worry about making more work for the Fixers, right? That's totally how this works! "Like, begone!" she yells out to accompany the earth's upheaval.

    Shiho was not expecting the zombies to use tactics like trying to flank her. But she was also not expecting them to behave as she is used to either, just as she warned her team mates not to. Instead, she was observing. So when Seras attacks the pair, Shiho collapses her parasol to use as a stabbing weapon, aiming to pierce up through the eye socket of one and into its brain, while lashing out with a graceful kick to try to turn the other animated corpse's head around so far it can see where it came from.

    Standard flowery magical girls this team is not.

    She looks over her shoulder to make sure the couple have gotten to safety or are getting there without being further attacked, and spots the pair that Matsuri is fighting near. "Magic source found, I suppose." A quick glance around the cemeter at the chaos wrought by all these weirdos. "Or one at least one of them."

    She tosses out a theory based on what she has seen and heard on the radio. "They may be linked, or being coordinated. That they appear to be guarding one structure likely means the one doing the coordinating is there, or else whoever or whatever is responsible for the animation. To end the uprising, we should end the initiator."
Maya Maya was going to throw her rifle to the King of King, but then he got cut off and Maya has no way to get her weapon at him. She'll keep ready though as she sees Rui and Shiho guard the couple and Seras pick some more zombies off. It seems they have got them clear then she sees a vulture come crashing through for half a moment she thinks it's someone else. Nope, it's not quite whom she thought it was, but she's glad for more help.

Maya is still firing her rifle and then the housing on it parts, several small missiles launch seeking out the undead and will explode on impact with them. She keeps moving oh she knows to keep moving when fighting the undead.

Maya is going to be opening up more as she puts her rifle away, but it looks like she has some cards out, just what is she up to? That's a good question and it will take a moment for everyone to find out.
Sakata Kintoki      Feeling the attention on him, Kintoki grins widely as he pops an even wheelier wheelie. "Rock and roll! That's more like it!" He hollers and cheers as he revs the motorbike and speeds up, using one of the slightly sturdier zombies as a ramp to do a SWEET BACKFLIP off of before landing sans his bike, complete with one knee down and one arm out to his side with the horde drawing ever closer!

     And then the bike lands on him. It doesn't crush Kintoki, though, as he instead catches the vehicle across his shoulders. "Cool hair ghost! Cross fighter! You've got some smooth moves there, so watch your heads, you hear? It's time to BATTER UP!" One roar of challenge later, and the biker starts swinging around his vehicle like a madman, bashing zombies left and right with it as if he was swinging around a much lighter polearm. He pauses briefly after the first few swings, however, to glance over at the applauding Gilgamesh with a MANLY APPROVING SMILE.

     "... Another golden man? You've got spirit, kid! Keep it up, but watch your head!" Kintoki cheers complete with a fistpump in the air (and with the motorbike in said fist), then turns his attention to Riva and Josuke. "You need to get in there? I can open it right up, missy!" Even as he boasts, Kintoki still has quite a few zombies clawing at him, but he takes it all in stride in-between his weaponized motorbike swings.

     Do the bites and scratches hurt? Sure. Do the battle-damage gaps in his suit make him look even cooler? PROBABLY.
Riva Banari Riva knows what's going to happen. It happens every time she has to do this. Zombies are never, ever clean kills. They're messy because people are messy. They're full of messy things, messy thoughts, messy lives.

So of course this most /human/ of abominations would also be messy. As she crashes into them, slamming with energetic strikes to crush what she can reach, she finds herself getting zombie-barfed on. "EEEEEEEEEEW! GROSS!" She yells, apparently offended more by the stench and nastiness than the fact that it is quite visibly bubbling and working to consume her flesh. "Why did you guys have to get so NASTY?" She grumbles, gritting her teeth at the increasing pain while she forces her way forward. She spins, hooking a zombie or three with the Cross as she twists, then /hurls/ the weapon, zombies and all, at the spitter. The weapon gleams bright as she hurls it, the weapon tethering back to her on a line of golden light as it crashes towards them...

And then she is /launched/ forward when the thing impacts, Riva flying through the air with a meteoric elbow drop as she descends upon the pile of undead. "CAN YOU SMELL WHAT THE BEE IS COOKING!?" She yells, as she drops right into the mass.

Anima blasts upwards around her in a wave of searing, cleansing light, scorching away undead. In the aftermath of the magical explosion, she stands, planting herself solidly between the zombies and the office that they are trying to break into, and glowers. "GO BACK TO HELL ALREADY!" She yells at the mob, even as she sees them begin striking at the others who arrived to stop the incursion. Wow, what a medley here. She thumbs up at Kintoki . "I'm good!" She calls to Kintoki. "Just keeping them off. I don't think any of them got inside." A pause, and then she looks. "Did any of them get inside?" She asks aloud... And then she yells at the boards. "HEY, ANY ZOMBIES IN THERE?" She asks.
Cu Chulainn Gilgamesh gets revenge on the zombies attacking him. He tears them apart with ease, though the one biting him glances up as he threatens it. It has no idea what he's saying because it's a zombie. And so, it is elbow dropped into the crowd, and the crowd is torn apart. Blood and gore gets all over the place, probably even on Gilgamesh, while the (still-awed, if horrified) young woman remains clinging to the tree. The few remaining zombies that weren't in the crash pause, especially as he laughs with his arrogance. And then they...

Decide to change course. It's as if they went 'nope' and also 'there's a better target than this guy, yikes'. They pursue for the mausoleum, attempting to attack Nova. However, Seras is able to gun them down, preventing them from getting close enough to stop her assault.

Josuke's efforts with the Hamon-charged punches are really helping clear out the area near the office. This is assisted by Kintoki's bike-fu, which smashes zombies around and destroys them, as well as Riva's powerful elbow drop that blasts through them with magical energy, wiping out the last of them near the office area. Any stragglers run off, moving towards the mausoleum. As Riva calls out to the building, she gets a reply a few moments later, a man's voice. "Is...is someone out there? We're all clear, please, help us!"

Shiho manages to finish off the zombies coming at the couple, allowing them to get to safety.  Ruri's attack and Maya's explosive shots manage to finish off the rest at this area as well, right as the Lancer and his partner finish off their own swarm with the aid of Matsuri and her master scythework. "Then it seems we have the same goal, eh?" Lancer speaks up, standing his spear up straight as he takes a momentary break, though both he and the man are puzzled by 'locals'. The suited man speaks up. "Felt Haddask. Locals? No, we're from up in London. Who are you with? The Church? You can let us handle this, in that case. We'll bag the fragment, no problem." A light smile from Felt, as his wires recoil back to one of his black gloves. "The fragment has to be in the mausoleum, so let's get to it, Lancer." An excited nod from the spearman, as they both move to proceed forward.

Nova has quite a problem with all the zombies...though her rifles are firing massive bullets, able to tear through them with ease. She's able to get pretty close, though reinforcements are coming...but the grenade is plenty. It clears through a big chunk of them, and blasts the mausoleum doors backwards, clearing the way. There's the sounds of a man talking in there, as well as more zombies.

Though, as the various groups approach the mausoleum, they'd notice that any zombie that wasn't killed by damage to the skull is slowly starting to stand back up. It's not fast, and they're not going to be ready to attack just yet, but it seems they might be able to come back. Therefore...getting to the source is important.
Josuke Higashikata Josuke shakes his head to Kintoki. "No, not yet. If we can't get in the office, neither can the zombies," he points out. Pointing to the mausoleum he notes, "The source of it might be in there. I'm going to stay here and see if I can't keep as much of this heat off the place as possible." He nods to Riva, and then gives her a 'what, really?' look when she yells through the boards.

But looking back at the boards gives him another idea. Keep fixing them, so the zombies will have to keep trying to damage them. So when he gets a spare moment, he'll turn and do that, try to fix the boards. He summons Crazy Diamond, who actually takes a swing at the boards! This does not have the destructive effect one might think of a giant muscular pink and blue possibly cyborg demon. The Stand's hands are surrounded by an orange-gold aura, and instead of damaging them further, the Stand's aura seeks out pieces of the damaged boards to fit them back in their proper place.

Of course he stops when he hears the sounds from inside. "There are people out here helping!" he reassures. "Anybody in there hurt? I can heal them!" He'll wait though.
Cu Chulainn The mausoleum is lit up rather brightly, and goes downwards. It's not a far distance, and it's not a big building, though the coffins inside have been drawn out by someone, littering the floor where they were exited. In the back of the building, there's a decent sized mass of them...holding a man hostage. He's a man in a suit, probably the business director, based on what a man behind the zombies is saying. This man, who is probably the perpetrator based on the mad look in his eye and the necrotic energy surrounding him, is dressed in a gravedigger's uniform. "They're coming, I can see them they're coming! I'll make you suffer for laying me off...but but but, why, why are these people so strong? My wish was for an unstoppable army! They can't be this easy to destroy, can they?!"

As the door is blown open and anyone starts to come forward, the man shouts out, raising a hand. It has an ornate golden ring, fit with filigrees, though it's coursing with necrotic energy. "Stay back or they'll kill him! I swear it! I'm in charge here!" The gravedigger is deranged, but he has some sort of powerful artifact. This will need to be handled either carefully, or quickly.
Grave Matters     At the revelation that something might be controlling the zombies, Matsuri frowns. She would have realized that sooner if Shiho hadn't told her not to assume they work like they do back home. This type of Death Wizardy is something she's familiar with then. If a dead body is moving with more complexity than a machine following basic directions, it is ALWAYS being controlled by something else, because dead bodies don't have a functioning onboard information processing system. At the point where a corpse is able to respond on its own without someone else controlling it, it's less a zombie and more of a golem. She LEARNED all this under her teacher. She just... Never thought she'd actually have to face these loathsome things.

    Putting her dripping scythe over her shoulder, the pink-haired girl says, "The name's Matsuri. And I'm not with 'the Church', no. I guess you could say I'm with... An Association." Given the lack of familiarity with whom she's speaking, she decides not to divulge too much right now. Unfortunately, she might have just given the totally wrong impression.

    "A 'fragment', huh? I'll be going to the mausoleum too. I'm not interested in any fragment unless it's necessary to destroy it to end this, so unless that's the case you can do what you want with it. I'd like to ask you some questions when this is done though." She then sets off for the mausoleum, calling out to her allies, "Covering fire, Shiho!"

    Ruri calls out, "Hold it! Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it, hollllld iiiiiit! ...I'm, like, super tired of these ghouls ignoring me! I am their princess, no matter the world!" She runs after the corpses heading towards the mausoleum, uses her chains to fling herself through the air ahead of Matsuri, somersaults, pirouettes, and then lands atop the building. She dramatically splays her fingers on one hand out over her left eye, her right hand thrust out, palm open. "Hear me, craven ghouls! I, Ruri Tsuguhara, Crown Princess of the Underworld, am your true lord and master! I command you to halt your advance, stand down, and allow my other servants entry to this tomb! OBEY!" She uncovers her left eye, and the glowing red pupil glows even brighter, flaring as the dominion of a rightful monarch of the dead flashes outwards across the cemetery, trying to snare the zombies en masse and wrench their controls from whoever or whatever currently manipulates them.

    Shiho stays airborne with her parasol, just in case this doesn't work, one hand held out and glowing orange bats fluttering around her finger tips. "I'll cover Ruri. The rest of you go on ahead!"
Gilgamesh      Seras dispenses him a gun. He was going to borrow one from Maya, but since he needed to clear the zombies out from around him first, this works too. Gilgamesh examines the thing after a moment, muttering something about a deep and intense distaste for the whole lot of it and how he wouldn't even be here otherwise.

     Then Kintoki says, all earnest, 'you've got spirit, kid.'

     Gilgamesh's eye twitches.

     Kid. Kid. Child. Child.

     *MODERNITY*.

     Gilgamesh's twitch is matched only by his frustration. He stomps, petulantly, through the horde of zombies. By chance accident he winds up crushing a bunch of heads, but it's surely not on purpose, because he leaves a lot of them behind to regenerate, too. He stops, midway, frustration overwhelming his pressing advance.

     "I am not a child!" Gilgamesh shouts loudly, "I am the King! I, who have travelled every land under Heaven! I, who have walked all the ways of the world! I, who have slain horrors lost to this worthless age of concrete and multitude! I am *NOT* A CHILD! I AM A MAN!"

     The rage of it - of modernity attempting to rob him of his pride, of his glory, of his well-earned adulthood - brings his foot down onto another zombie. He stomps on it almost petulantly, then storms his way over to Josuke, ignoring everything else going on around him. He's going to take this anger out on someone, and Josuke unfortunately is it.

     "You!" He says, anger flashing in his red eyes. He's coated in viscera. "See that you be careful with that trick! Seras is one of my treasures. If you damage her I will execute you on the spot."

     Then he stops, as if he's actually kind of interested in what's going on here. Because he is. He's interested in what Josuke is doing. He lapses into silence, his anger momentarily forgotten at the fascination of the Stand's aura repairing the building. Gilgamesh crosses his arms and watches, the only hint of his childish tantrum a frown plastered on his face.

     "...but I will grant you that it is a useful trick. You can even fix the clay dolls that populate the world with it?"

     There's a thought there, a momentary wonder. Can it fix aging? Could it keep Gilgamesh as he was?

     No, how foolish. He was the King. He could not die. Other people did that for him.

     "What do you need? The wall removed? The door blown open? How do you need to get to them? Tell me, and I will act. A much worthier use of my treasures than these hideous creatures, and I would rather that than continue to waste my time touching such filth and letting it touch me."
Nova Terra     Nova stands just outside the entrance to the mausoleum, amidst the remains of numerous zombies. She's reloading her her rifle once more when a groan from a zombie at her feet draws her attention. She turns her head, looking at the still 'alive' zombie through her visor. As she observes the damage she caused beginning to heal, she reports, "They're regenerating."

    Glancing around at more of the fallen undead beginning to move once more, Nova notices that those with damage to the head remain still. She hmphs, looking back at the one near her. She raises one foot up, before bringing her armored boot down on the zombie's face with enough strength to crush its skull in.

    Chambering a new round, Nova moves up to the edge of the blown open door into the mausoleum. She pauses for a moment, reaching out with her mind. The undead barely register to her psychic senses, but the two living people inside are easier to see. No doubt one or both are responsible for this outbreak and as such need to be dealt with.

    Nova finally acts, stepping through the doors cautiously. She raises her rifle up, sweeping it around as she slowly descends into the mausoleum. Nova's no expert on undead, but she imagines their contents were fodder for the undead army.

    Moving into the room at the back of the building, Nova immediately centers her sights on the gravedigger. The mad look clearly marks him as the leader of the horde. Nova stops as he warns her, though her expression shows that she's not emotionally moved by the threat. In fact, as he finishes Nova simply responds, "No. You're not."

    Nova shifts her aim just ever slightly, settling it on the hand the man had raised. The one with the obviously magical ring. She fires, trying to blow his hand right off and the ring with it.
Josuke Higashikata Suddenly there's yelling, and Josuke turns to see ANGRY YELLING MANCHILD in his face! "GAH!" He's distracted by this in the extreme! It doesn't help that his back was to Gilgamesh, so he's doubly distracted! Though his back was also to the regenerating zombies too, so ironically the manchild temper tantrum in his direction might have actually saved his life! On the other hand, one of the boards gets warped in a starburst formation... oops!

Josuke frowns at the yelling Gilgamesh. "Hey, I'm watching what I'm doing!" he protests, with a pout. Yes, a pout. He has a complicated language of body language centered around pouts, after all. And this one says he's displeased! On the other hand, even if it was posed in the most arrogant way possible, he does recognize concern. More calmly, he notes, "It's fine -- unless she's touching me, my Stand, or a piece of metal that's touching me, she should be fine. I'll be careful, though."

He is, however, willing to let it go in the face of a question. If Gilgamesh is asking if he can fix something, he needs help himself. Even if he won't admit it. A clay doll? This gets another pout, but this time it's more a thoughtful expression. "It... should," he confirms. "I can always try. I mean. Not here and now, though... once this is over, maybe?"

As for getting in? "Just the door. It's probably safe to start evacuating people now," he notes. "Before the zombies regenerate."
Maya Maya sees the undead are down but many of them are reforming. She has experience in dealing with the undead and as the idea that they need to get to whatever is in the mausoleum which is behind this? Has her in motion going for it fate cards in hand and at the ready. There's a look on Maya's face as she goes, she's clearly angry and she's heading ideas her green eyes are almost blazing she will make a look to Felt and Cu for a moment

"I am Maya of Oasis, I am not with the Church I am an agent of Paladins. A fragment? I see very well."

She'll follow those she presumes are locals in and she calms a bit if, this is just some artifact going nuts? It's in her mind better than some Necromancer to deal with.

"I have experience with things like this."

It's good she's calmed down though given the information Felt shared. She is also on edge looking about for what might be this 'fragment'
Gilgamesh      Josuke's complex pouting is not lost on the King. The Incarnation of Ego stares at the young man for a long moment, recognizing the anger inherent in the motion. It is, after all, a mirror of his own frustration. But he's distracted enough by the Stand, fascinated by the implication. His arms cross. His face is a mix of interest and desire. "Fine, then. If you are so capable then perhaps I will add you to my treasures as my just reward for this battle."

     Yeah.

     Yeah.

     "Simply the door, then." Gilgamesh rubs his hands eagerly. He hasn't been able to Show Off in this battle out of concern for his toys, to Show Off his precious collection of wonders. "Then, stand aside."

     GATE OF
             BABYLON

     The air explodes in ripples around Gilgamesh, as if he was standing in front of a puddle. Which treasure should he show? One of his many hammers? His great drills? His glorious ballistae? The King is the world's oldest manchild in charge of the world's oldest toy store, and that means he can only choose one option.

     He'll show them all off.

     Treasures erupt from the ripples. Blades, hammers, drills, arrows, spears, halberds, ornate treasures from across the world, each and every one of them full of powerful magical energy. They stream forth into the door and blow it apart. And most of the wall. And a good chunk of the ceiling.

     They don't hit anyone *inside* - the weapons follow his will, after all - but they sure do pretty much blow a huge chunk of the building away to make evacuation super easy.

     Gilgamesh crosses his arms with pride. "Merely the door. Hmph. This is much faster. Now all of them can escape with ease. And you with your trick can put it back together!"

     "You should think in larger scope!"

     The world's oldest manchild laughs that challenge to the sky once again. Around them, the weapons embedded in the ground (and the walls, and the ceiling, and...you get the idea) just kind of disappear, fading away into mist before anyone can enterprisingly try to loot him.

     Gilgamesh winds his arm around like a pitcher. "Much more worthy, yes," he says, largely to himself, "It is only fitting that my treasures be shown for the good of the peasantry, that they might glorify my name, rather than sullied on pitiable empty shells driven by nothing. Do you not agree?"

     He's still talking to Josuke. Or, well, in his general direction.
Sakata Kintoki      After another round of vigorous swinging and hard smashing, Kintoki finally sets his motorbike back down on its wheels. Strangely enough, it doesn't look any worse for wear (minus all the zombie bits). Josuke's insistence on keeping the boards intact draws a puzzled "Huh?" from the golden biker, but it seems to click once words are exchanged and his pink-blue ghost thing does something to those boards.

     "Whoa! I don't know what that thing of yours is doing, but that's rad." Josuke gets a thumbs up from Kintoki, and then Kintoki takes another moment to sort out what Gilgamesh just shouted at him about. It's clear from the look on his face behind those sunglasses that he doesn't quite get all of it, but he eventually does break into another smirk.

     "... Is that what got you burnin' up? Hah! Nothing wrong with being young. That kind of fire is what makes someone become a real man. Grasp it, and don't let anyone get you down!" Kintoki punctuates that last part with a punch outwards (and through a zombie's head), and it's /finally/ at that point that he notices that there's something going on at the mausoleum in the (sort of) distance. "... Eh? What's that?" As he's about to start moving towards the mausoleum, however, the door is opened with EVERY KIND OF SHINING THING, and he practically howls with unrestrained excitement.

     Also, literally. "Now /that's/ what I call golden!"
Riva Banari Riva grins to Josuke, then gestures at the return yell. "I figured if there was anyone in there alive, they'd hear us and call back." She explains.

To the office, she yells, "IT'S NOT QUITE CLEAR OUT HERE YET, HOLD TIGHT, WE'VE GOT YOU COVERED. SCREAM IF ANYTHING BAD HAPPENS." She then blinks as she sees Josuke get to work on the boards. "Whoa." She says. "Are you /punchfixing/ those things? That's /awesome/." She says, enthused at the sight of the efforts.

However, the zombies are starting to get back up. Riva grimaces, and reaches into her coat, pulling out a Glock 17, inset with silver-lined circuits. They flash orange as she plugs a zombie in the head with the burning light. "They're getting back up." She mutters. "I'll hold the fort here. You guys find whoever's behind this and clean it up. We good?"

The rage of the golden King of Heroes causes Riva to suddenly look up upon the man with wide eyes. "Whoa." She gasps at the sight. That's some intense /presence/. She nods. "Um, there's people inside here we're trying to protect, Sir." She explains to Gilgamesh. "He's restoring the fortifications."

Then Josuke makes a different call. "... Okay. Well, I'll guard. You guys get them out."

Then Gilgamesh blows the wall down. "HOLY BAKE SALE!" She yells in surprise, jumping back. "That's intense power!"
Seras Victoria     It's a very good thing that Seras is trained to exclusively shoot for the head, isn't it?

    Heart or head. And with unfamiliar zombies, she's begun favoring the head?

    But as she lowers her weapon she comes to realize... EWWWWWWWWWW. The WRESTLING MOVES employed by a certain Heroic Spirit that splattered zombies have left her backside covered in stinky gore. And blood. But it's not fresh, not even close, and so it has a rotten reek that makes Seras feel like puking.

    Thankfully, she doesn't, but a nauseated look does cross her face.

    Instead she decides to tag along behind Gilgamesh while putting down any straggling zombies she sees writhing on the ground.

    So she arrives just in time to see him absolutely WRECK an entire wall with his golden arsenal. Which she can't help but gape at.

    "R-... right. I'll cover the evacuation! Most of the zombies are put down. Just some stragglers left."
Cu Chulainn As Josuke repairs the boards, he decides to shout inside to reassure them, getting an 'oh thank god' from the man. As he offers to heal, he gets a reply. "A doctor? Oh, thank you, there's a woman who got scratched up by the monsters. The door's pretty barricaded, so we can try and get it open..." Though, they have Gilgamesh to handle that, thankfully. He blows open the door and the wall, and his ability gets pure awe from those inside. The woman with the injury is clear to Josuke, atleast, but they've certainly surprised these people with effects they've never seen before.

Riva manages to hold off the resurrecting zombies, preventing them from being a threat to any of the people. After the shots to the head, they stay down, permanently. Seras manages to catch up in the middle of this, and can assist Riva in doing so.

As Matsuri responds to Felt, Felt nods, though he does quirk an eyebrow. "Huh, really? Wasn't aware anyone was stationed out here. Good to have the backup, atleast, I'm with the Association myself."  And then, more confusion directed to Maya. "The Paladins? But not of the Church? What?" A glance towards Gilgamesh's use of the Gate of Babylon. "Oh, damn it, it's going to be difficult to explain that." He turns to Lancer with a sigh. "Lancer, you're faster. Get to the mausoleum and cover those others back there. Once you have the fragment secure, I'll bag it."

Lancer nods. "Sure." And then, he disappears in a blur that those with magical senses can still feel, as well as noticeable by any Elites actually caring about seeing him.

Near the mausoleum, Shiho and Ruri go to deal with the threat. Ruri reveals her left eye, and the zombies heading towards the mausoleum. Her command is powerful, and the zombies freeze. They stop their advance, and visibly move away from the mausoleum door to allow others inside. Inside the mausoleum, the gravedigger, who can clearly see this, freaks out. "What are they doing? Why are they listening?! They're supposed to be under MY control!"

And then, Nova speaks to him, catching his attention...right as his hand is blown off. The gravedigger screams in pain, and the zombies descend into chaos, one of them jerking forward and throwing the hostage before moving to try and attack him - he may require some aid. The zombies also goe after the gravedigger and his wound, moving to tear him apart, though they're already starting to collapse, several falling to the ground. It looks like they're not going to last long without someone wearing the ring.

At this point, Lancer dashes past Nova with a 'woosh' and into the room. His spear impales into the zombie about to eat the director, stopping him from hurting him, before pulling the spear back out and dropping the corpse. He turns towards her, speaking up. "Nice shot. Looks like it was running off his life force, so that should take out the swarm. Wish he'd put up more of a fight, though." He reaches to remove the ring from the gravedigger's severed hand, holding it tight. The ring is held in his grip as he moves to leave the mausoleum, though he does check to see if Nova's following him or going to stay and deal with the gravedigger, who he's willing to leave bleeding in there for now, since the guy's wounded and in a ball.

Once he reaches Felt, he tosses the man the ring. Felt responds by grabbing a bag out of his pocket, which he places the ring into carefully. "This was the Grail fragment, huh. Well, it's safe now." Felt then raises his voice, trying to get the attention of those near the office, as well as around the mausoleum. "Hey, can all of you who assisted come over here? I have some important questions for you." Lancer speaks up as well. "If any of you can give medical attention, pretty sure the bastard down there needs it. I'd say leave him, but that'd make too much of a scene."
Gilgamesh      Gilgamesh does his best not to be annoyed at Kintoki's repeated insistence that he is still a child. He really does. He does his absolute level best. His absolute level best is aided immensely by the fact that he just got to show off his treasures and got amazed looks and adoration from Riva, Seras, Josuke, the random bystanders, Felt, and of course Kintoki himself, and Gilgamesh is nothing if not also the world's oldest peacock. He preens a little at the attention. It's sort of like also watching a giant, horrifyingly dangerous, cat.

     "Of course it is golden. Did you not hear me proclaim myself? I am Gilgamesh, King of Heroes, who rules Babylon and all its wonders, who reigns over all under Heaven. My treasury spills with all the gold of the world and all the treasures of man and beast and others."

     Felt's comment about explaining this gets a distant look from Gilgamesh. "Explain what? I am the King. That is my treasury. Need you more explanation? Then ask your questions. I am feeling magnanimous now that I have shown an ounce of my glorious collection, and proven *once again* that *I am not a child*."

     Yeah Kintoki that's gonna be a Thing he's gonna hold onto for a *while*.

     As if realizing he's still covered in viscera, the King pulls a heavy jug of water out of the air and upends it on himself. His robe disappears, replaced by a neutral white one, and solid gold jewelry shimmers into being on his ears and his arms and neck.

     "You," he snaps his fingers at Riva, "You also watch the mysteries of LuchaDosAndDon'ts? I could not help but notice your elegant execution of what I understand to be called the Elbow Of Just Rewards."
Josuke Higashikata Josuke seems taken aback by that -- being added to someone's treasures? That's... weird. He's really trying not to read too much into the statement, because he has NO IDEA what Gilgamesh means by it. Honestly he's not sure he WANTS to know! So all he says in response is an uncertain, "Uh... yeah." Surely he's just OVERWHELMED to be of use to the King of Kings, right? RIGHT?!

Kintoki's and Riva's pointing out of what he was doing with fixing the boards gets a nod. "Yeah. Except that one board..." Looking at the warped board. "I can't fix that one now, since I messed it up." He looks sheepish, and rubs at the back of his name. He didn't meant to do that, clearly.

The warning to stand aside gets a wide-eyed look from Josuke. "Careful, there are people in there," he warns. But he stands out of the way nonetheless. And his eyes go wide AGAIN when the weapons appear, and he winces when they demolish the wall. "Ah, geez..." he mutters. Though as soon as the wall' out fo the way, he's looking for wounded.

But then something Gilgamesh says, that thing about being 'glorified', gets a moment of thought. Innocently he asks, "...What's wrong with helping people without expecting anything back?" He's not being snide or rude. It's honestly asked.

Once the wall's clear, Josuke finds the woman with the injury and heads imediately to her side. Josuke doesn't look like a doctor, does he? He kinda looks like a delinquent... like he wouldn't even be allowed into a pachinko parlor. But once he's there, he takes a breath, clearing his mind of distractions. He's going to double up on the healing here -- he summons Crazy Diamond, but only part-way, as he did with the Hamon attack to the zombies.

This time, though, it's to channel Hamon through his Stand while using Crazy Diamond's healing abilities. Because there's no telling what kind of diseases these things carry. Even if it's not the zombie plague, the wounds could still get infected; his Stand can't fix sick. But the Hamon can.

Once he's done what he can, he'll turn his attention to fixing the wall... though he will head over when they're called over by Felt. Josuke nods at the mention of medical attention. "I'll see to him -- I guess you want him knocked out, right?"
Nova Terra     Nova watches as her shot achieves the desired effect, namely the zombies no longer being under the gravedigger's control. Them going berserk had been a possibility Nova considered and so she was ready to put the next bullets into the zombies near the hostage, but there's a sudden blur and Nova watches in surprise as a man in blue with a spear deals with them first.

    As she is complimented, Nova lowers her weapon since it no longer appears to be required. She pulls her visor up from her eyes and rests it on her head, respond to the compliment and the explanation with, "Thanks. And yeah, I figured it was probably something like that."

    Nova lets Lancer leave with the ring, not entirely sure she could stop him without a long fight. Plus she doesn't care too much about magical rings once they're no longer doing bad things. Turning to the gravedigger she watches for a moment, before rolling her eyes, "Oh stop whining." She leans down, using her psi-assisted strength to pull the guy up to standing and then lead him out of the mausoleum.

    Exiting through the blown open doors, Nova calls out, "Hey Josuke! I think this guy would like his hand back." She releases her hold on the gravedigger, expecting him to probably just curl up on the ground again.

    As Felt requests their attention, Nova shifts her rifle to rest over her shoulder as she asks, "You with the local authorities or something?"
Maya Maya looks to Felt questions about the Paladins "I will explain in a moment." She lets them do their work she awaits anything to get worse, which for once it does not and she will move to join in with them.

"Josuke is a skilled healer."

Maya notes before she takes a deep breath.

"I am Maya of Oasis of the world of Septerra. I am an agent of the Paladins, a multiversal organization."

She makes note of Nova dragging the Digger to Josuke and that is that on that front.

"We do work in humanitarian aid, and aid worlds that are willing to work with us in matters of law and dealing with incidents like we just did here. That's the very single coin version and I'm not much of a Diplomat I'm afraid. Your world has unified into a large collection of worlds, there's no real easy way to put it I'm afraid."

Memories of how badly several diplomatic attempts went in her youth which lead to betrayal mayhem and the fall of at least two governments and one nation as a whole.
Cu Chulainn As Gilgamesh reveals himself as, well, Gilgamesh, Felt and Lancer glance to one another. "Gilgamesh, eh? So you're a Servant?" Lancer asks...though for a moment, he realizes something. "Something seems kind of off, though. If you're a Servant, you're a pretty weird one." Felt just sighs at the speech about explaining, though. "I meant to the public. Zombie attacks aren't normal, so we need to cover this up. If it was up to me, I'd blame it on drugs, but that's...probably not going to fly. So the second best situation is to edit their memories and cover it up entirely."

Josuke gets a nod. "Please do. How'd you do that, by the way? Do you work with spirits?" Felt asks, before turning to Nova. "Well, that's what my badge says. But you all seem in the know, seeing what you did. Don't see many people willing to use guns, so you're a mercenary, I assume." Felt slicks his hands through his hair, clearing his throat. "Felt Haddask, Pescheour Foundation." He expects them to know what that means, clearly. "Are any of you with the Association? I know that girl was."

And then, Lancer taps the spear against the ground to get his attention. "Witnesses are getting away, Master. What do you wanna do about them?" Felt considers, and looks to the others. "Any of you who know memory alteration, we need to catch up to the couple that escaped, and keep the civilians present. Once their memories are altered, we'll escort them off-site and I'll have a team come clean up this mess. We'll say the walls caved in on the office building and close up the site. Any objec-"

Maya speaks up at this point. Felt just stares at her like a deer in a headlight. Oasis? Septerra? Multiversal? 'Large collection of worlds'? It's all confusing to him, and as he processes it, he considers if she's joking. She looks pretty serious.

"What? What are you talking about? That's...I...what."
Sakata Kintoki      "King of Heroes... I like the sound of that!" Kintoki approves with yet another smirk, pushing his shades up for the briefest of moments before turning his head towards the mausoleum. "One day.. Ah, we can get our fight on another time! Sounds like things have gotten cleaned up over there. The heroes need to see what we've accomplished, right? Right!"

     Alas, Gilgamesh, he may have already forgotten. That, or he's just playing it cool. Either or, really.

     Upon spotting the unhanded gravedigger, Kintoki breaks into an annoyed scowl rather quickly. "Oi, you! You the one that's been messing with the dead around here?" Despite already knowing the answer, he shoots the gravedigger a HIGHLY DISAPPROVING glare (from behind his sunglasses), then starts glancing around slowly at the gathered Elites.

     "... Huh. Didn't think I'd see more than one or two Servants around here tonight. Lots of different fighting styles, too, but..." His gaze falls from person to person, Servant and not, eventually grinning once more after a moment. "You're... Not all Servants, are ya?"
Josuke Higashikata Nova brings the guy up from the mausoleum, and Josuke nods. "Thanks," he offers to her with a smile, and crouches down next to the guy who's probably in a lot of pain. "Okay now. Hold still -- and don't attack me," Josuke cautions the perpetrator. "If you try it, you're probably gonna find your body parts all out of order." Due to that aforementioned 'don't distract me while I'm doing the thing' issue, but this dude doesn't have to know that.

Felt's question gets a shake of Josuke's head. "Oh, not a problem. I didn't want anybody killed, so I'm glad you're letting me heal him, after all the trouble he caused." As for working with spirits? "No, it's... I think you'd call it psychic abilities," he offers. "I guess that's what those sorts of powers look like in my world."

Once the question's answered, Josuke re-summons his Stand -- it's probably one of the few times Josuke's ever healed someone who wasn't an Elite that likely could see Crazy Diamond -- completely this time, the Stand rising up fully from his body, to loom over the guy responsible. Its armored hands clench into fists, an orange-gold aura surrounds those fists. It draws one of those glowing fists back, baring its teeth... aiming at the perpetrator...

...And swings, with a loud, "DOUUUURRRRRA!"

Instead of splattering him across the graveyard, though, he'll find himself healed! But he has about as much time to register that as it takes Josuke to punch the guy with his own fist, hoping to knock him out rather than hurt him seriously.

The concern about the graveyard is brought up and, after ensuring that the perp is unconscious, he offers, "I can't alter people's memories, but I can probably fix the graveyard. Might take me a little bit, though. But I'm sure I can do it all tonight." If he pushes it. Which means he's going to probably need Jotaro to literally carry him out, but HEY, he's offering to minimize the damage!
Gilgamesh      Gilgamesh stares at Josuke like he said something insane. The look on his face is not one of horror but one of confusion, of deep and abiding confusion, of...of /genuine/ confusion.

     "I am the King. They are subjects. It is natural and right for them to glorify my name and pay me tribute, and it is natural and right that I defend them from monsters and execute the law." Something about the way he said *execute* isn't great. "Why would I deny them that opportunity, to sing joyously of me and echo my deeds through the land? They are made greater for the telling. They can clutch their hands to their breasts and run to their loved ones and tell them of the day they witnessed the King of Heroes, and their loved ones will go to market and brag that their families were present to see the might of the King, and the traders will go and boast of Babylon's great King to bring other nations ot their knees, and distant kings will murmur in fear and fall to their knees at the mention of my name."

     "That is how it works." Gilgamesh says, like it's just...like this is *common sense*, like he literally cannot grasp the idea of this modernity in which people do this stuff for free and without expecting praise. "That is what humans are *for*. Even these accursed inhabitants of this country called the future, these...things."

     These things.

     He definitely means *the trapped people* and not *the zombies*. It's *really obvious* now.

     "Still, you cannot expect me to believe that in the lands of Multi-Vars people do not pay tribute to their lords, who in turn protect them from demons and monsters. Surely they still give of their wealth as thanks, or send their sons and daughters to serve. Of course they must still pay for the privilege of the lord's armies and the walls of his town and the might of his palace." There's a tiny bit of desperate amusement in Gilgamesh's voice, like he genuinely *cannot* believe the world could possibly have changed so much in this span of time, like...like it's just nonsensical to him.

     Fortunately, the Hound of Ulster offers radical and useful distraction.

     "A Servant?" Gilgamesh says at both the Hound and the Golden Rider, "All that I serve is myself. You are bold, to imply servitude from the King of Uruk." He doesn't sound all that mad, probably because he's still coming to grips with the idea Josuke's humble, innocent question has posed in his ancient mind.

     "Cover...Cover it up?!"

     "How ludicrous. How will the people be pleased to tell their loved ones of what they witnessed here? How will foreign lords know that the King of Uruk walks the land, and that they should pay heed and pay penance lest his wrath fall upon them?"

     The King shakes his head. "Modernity," he says, in the same way that most people would say a word they considered foul beyond measure.

     "Hah, if you wish to battle to prove yourself, then fine. I will find you some other time and you will bear witness to the majesty of the King of Heroes. At least you appear to be aware that a deed must be witnessed and spread, so once again I find myself willing to forgive your wagging tongue."
Grave Matters     Matsuri stands by and watches through all this, not interfering in local affairs. She and her team were supposed to stop the zombies. The zombies have been stopped. "Our group will handle the memory alteration. I'll leave explaining in the hands of those more qualified." She banishes her scythe back to her pocket space and heads back outside to notify Shiho and Ruri that they have clean-up duty to attend to. Though thankfully actually fixing the cemetery will be in someone else's hands. Guess the local equivalent of Fixers won't be needed after all, thanks to the power of Stand-o.

    Which is good, because the local equivalent of Fixers are murderous assholes.
Riva Banari Riva listens to the man proclaim himself. "Gilgamesh... Wait, /THE/ Gilgamesh? The one from the Epic? With Enkidu and the whole immortality thing?" She looks over the regal figure again. "Wow, you certainly LOOK the part of an encient king... And power to burn!" Yeah, she's flattering the man relentlessly, but he seems to like it. And she sounds genuine, so is it really flattery?

He inquires of her, and she straightens up. "Um, No, King! I, uh, learned the move while watching another wrestler on the Internet! Maybe it was another channel?" All this, while she ensures that the local zombies in the area don't get up. She nods, and then turns to Felt and the Lancer. "Riva Banari. Knights Templar." She says, shouldering the cross and putting her Glock away. "I don't do mind wipes, sorry." She scowls for a moment. "So how about you explain to /us/ what just happened here and why?" She says to the Master. "We can take turns."
Nova Terra     Nova's brow twitches just a bit at the mention of Servants. She looks at Lancer, "Great. So does that mean there's a Grail War going on here too?" Nova is clearly familiar with memory alteration as she doesn't bat an eyelash at the mention of fixing the witness memories.

    However, Nova does look a little upset at being called a mercenary, "No, not a mercenary. I don't do this for money."

    As an introduction is made, Nova replies with, "Nova Terra. And no idea about any Foundation or Association."

    As Josuke punches out the gravedigger shortly after healing him, Nova looks amused. She does explain though, "Guy was an idiot. Got fired. Got angry. Obviously found something powerful and decided to wreck some things. No real plan."

    Meanwhile, Gilgamesh's long complaining about the current state of affairs just gets an eyeroll from Nova.
Maya Maya says "I'm afraid I never heard of it sir." She tilted her head a little bit and thought she pauses about the witnesses. "What are you going to do to the civilians if i might ask?" She looks concerned as she slings her rifle over her shoulder and puts her spell cards into her pockets. She pauses for a moment okay they don't intend to kill them sh relaxes. "I am afraid not whjen it comes to that."

She sees the servant and she thinks for a moment.

"You said a grail fragment? Is there a grail war under way here we should be worried about??"

She just can't seem to get away from Grail Wars and all the misery they bring to the world.

"You did well."

She notes to Gil not wanting to use his name out of term she knows that much with the King of Kings. She also takes a look at Cu and tilts her head a bit "Good to meet you as well."

She looks back to Felt its clear she doesn't like the idea of mind wipes.
Josuke Higashikata Josuke listens to Gilgamesh's statement. And is pretty sure he's not going to understand it. Either way, really. He rubs the back of his neck, trying to figure out what to say. "I've been offered stuff before, I don't usually take it unless I need it," he notes. "Because then it's just me helping out because it gets me stuff. It's not me helping because it's the right thing to do."

As for Gilgamesh's confusion over covering up what happened, he offers, "People will panic if they suddenly learn that these things they thought were fantasy are real. And you've probably seen what a horde of panicked people can do. Imagine literal millions of people panicking like that. The damage they'd do to each other would be incredible."

Kintoki's question gets a shake of his head. "Nope. I'm not sure what a Servant is, but it probably means more than just what I think it does." He's not familiar with all this Grail nonsense, after all, so he has no context.

Nova seems to have it, though. "Grail war? Like, the Holy Grail?" So he's heard of it, at least. And then the explanation of what's up with the perpetrator. "Oh, I see. That's sad, but raising zombies to kill somebody isn't a mature way to deal with disappointment."
Gilgamesh      "It would clear out some of the excess population. You would probably hardly notice in the end."

     Wow.

     But he doesn't seem to want to argue any further; it seems like, since the deed is done, he's not gonna fight about it. Gilgamesh instead turns to Riva. "There is but one Gilgamesh, who clutches the Tigris in his right hand and the Euphrates in his left."

     There's a pause.

     "Epic? Enkidu? Immortality? I do not know what you mean. But I know that my name yet echoes down the paths of history, and that is fine. If you wish to honor me in some other way then I accept it."

     That's kind of weird. Then again, he does look really young for his regal presence.

     But then he goes right back to his almost childish mien. "Ah, yes! The Y'toob often sends me new images to view on the box. They are frequently amusing. A lot of them are about cats doing foolish things, but sometimes it pushes me at an image of these wrestlers, and that is pleasing to me, and other times it shows me people revelling in opening their collections, and that is pleasing to me, and other times it shows me things that I do not understand, and that is usually when I destroy the box and go find something else to occupy my time. Lately it has been Lee-Gos, but now that I have finished all of them I will have to find something else."
Cu Chulainn Felt eventually calms down from his surprise, though he does cast Maya a glance. "What's that look about? Can't just have them running around knowing about this stuff." And a glance to Josuke. "If you can fix the graveyard...hah, alright. If other worlds are real, then they're pretty useful. Psychic powers, huh? Okay, okay, I'm in my 'trying to believe' stage for sure."

Lancer replies to Gilgamesh. "So not a Servant. Have no idea what you are, then, but yeah, we gotta cover it up. People get real freaked out when they learn about stuff like us, so we clean it up, don't you know?" As Grave Matters heads off, they get a thumbs up from Felt, who is then scowled at by Riva. At the same time, the others mention a Grail War. So Felt, who is momentarily cautious about saying stuff, ends up speaking up. "So, you know about Grail Wars, but not about...this? Grail fragments? Doesn't ring a bell? Guess I'll explain the best I can, then, in return for your assistance."

Felt makes sure the witnesses aren't around before speaking up. "This ring here is a fragment of the Holy Grail, after someone wished on it, being a magical wish granting device, and it splintered into a million pieces. Now these fragments are used to grant people's wishes, and some people, like our friend here, wish for bad things." A gesture to the unconscious perp. "We at the Pescheour Foundation, where we're known as 'Fisher Kings', are supposed to track them down, neutralize them, bag them, and then bring them for safe-keeping. We're a division of the Sealing Designation Enforcers in that regard. Or do you guys not know about the Mages' Association, either?" A long sigh at the possibility of that. "That'd take some explanation, so I'll do so later. For now, what you need to know is that I'm a mage, and Lancer here is my Servant, which is kind of like a familiar. I consider him more of a partner, though." Lancer flashes a toothy grin.

"Any questions. Or, well...any way to prove this Multiversal thing? I'd love to see more about it." Lancer nods. "If there's something like that out there, I sure as hell want to see it."
Riva Banari Riva looks confused at the response, but nods. Why would a man such as him have need to lie? If that's not him, it's not him. "Yeah, you're still famous in some places!" Riva also isn't going to lie. But then he comments about Youtube. "Oh, yeah, the cat videos are great." She chuckles. "... Wait, you finished all of the Legos? All of them?" She boggles for a moment. "That's got to be a pretty vast collection! That's amazing. Though, there's some videos of people doing custom designs of Legos on Youtube that are pretty great too!" She points out.

She studiously ignores the 'killing people' thing for now.

Felt has a matter of more importance at the moment. "So the /actual/ Holy Grail. A chunk of it. Here. In your hand. And it's not part of a Grail War, but something more ridiculous." She sighs.

"This is going to be super messy. Are these things just happening here, or also in other worlds..." A pause. "Oh wait, you guys don't do the Multiversal thing." She points over behind herself. "There's a Gate right over there. Maybe you didn't notice it with all the /walking dead/ so I don't blame you."

Riva looks over Lancer intently, tilting her head. "I remember some things about Servants and Masters. I thought those things were only supposed to happen in the structure of a Grail War, but I guess it's because of those fragments? Or do you have another way of making it happen?" She shrugs. "Anyway, I'm not from this world. Mine doesn't have Servants, it has a bunch of secret groups working to keep the secret world from spilling over and destroying literally everything." A pause. "Well, one organization and two others that are giant assholes."
Nova Terra     "A... Million... Pieces..."

    Nova puts her head in her free hand for a moment, mumbling, "That sounds like a nightmare." Looking up once again she asks, "I'm guessing the power of each piece is substationally reduced? Considering what stupid over there wanted, this incident was remarkably tame."
Josuke Higashikata Josuke nods at Felt. "I'll get started, I don't know how long it'll take." Pause. "Just uh. Don't freak out if I pass out, okay?" What? That was random. "There's a lot of stuff to fix, and I've been using my abilities most of the night."

He is, however, going to stick around for the explanation. "Grail war, grail fragments... no, I've never heard of any of it before," he offers, just to note where he is at understanding. "But they don't have that kind of thing in my world." There again, mention of other worlds. Maybe they ARE real!

As for proof? "There's warpgates you can go through, into other worlds," he offers. "They can probably take you to one."

For his part? He's going to call Jotaro, and let him know he's going to need some help. "Please excuse me, I need to call my ride," he says, bowing politely to Felt and Cu -- as well as the others still present. For looking like a delinquent, he's a polite sort. He moves off a bit to call Jotaro for what's probably going to end up being LITERAL pick-up. As in, picking Josuke up off the ground when he collapses.
Gilgamesh      "/All/ of the Lee-gos," Gilgamesh says, with no small pride in his voice, "/All of them/."

     "Wait."

     "There are *custom* designs?"

     Gilgamesh pauses, deep in thought. This has struck him deeply, far more deeply than the stuff about the Holy Grail (he probably has one already anyway, and if he doesn't, he'll get one).

     "Prove Multi-Vars?" Gilgamesh says after a minute, snapping out of the thought. He moves over to Felt in three swift, graceful motions. It's not threatening. Instead, he leans forward, meeting the man's eyes. He is very close. Almost aggressively close. After a moment, he says, "You do not believe the King when he speaks? That is not proof enough? That I have been brought to this country of the future, this land of Multi-Vars, should be all the proof you need."

     "But if it is not, then I will show you on Y'toob proof that-"

     He pauses.

     He blew up his phone.

     He does not feel like rooting around in the Gate of Babylon for another.

     Instead he straightens and coughs and looks annoyed and embarassed. "Well it is real. The word of your King is proof, and I do not lie, for a lie from the King would be the same as undermining his authority."
Cu Chulainn "A Gate? Must be something that missed the Association's notice, then." Felt considers, and then thinks what he'll say about the Grail War thing. "Yeah, it's because of those fragments." He decides to be honest, in the end, as he nods to Nova. "Some are stronger than this, though. I doubt they can entirely change the world, but that's a hypothesis rather than having any proof of such."

And then, Felt and Cu wave as Josuke head off, Felt considering whether he'll head into the warpgates, when Gilgamesh inches up to him. He stares into his eyes, and kind of freezes. As Gilgamesh pauses and eventually straightens up, Felt stammers. "I believe you." He just doesn't have words for the king who blew up a wall with so many powerful artifacts. For now, Felt just turns to Lancer, and considers.

"Alright, if those girls are handling this...I think I need to check out this gate. Thank you for the information. We'll try and return afterwards and contact you again at a later date." And then, if there's no further questions...they head off. They'll return to the site later, once they've been brought up to speed.
Maya Maya shrugs "I will obey the laws here evne if I don't like it." She sheugs and sighs "Forgive me I have been at this for a very long time and I was much the same about worlds without magic or not everyone could use it."

She can't argue with Lancer logic.

"It does sound like your actually working to protect people from this and .... oh Marduk."

Maya gets the idea of how long of a cleanup this is going to be.

"I can give you contact information to the local power blocks here if you want to learn more I find it's beast to learn what you can on yourt own right?"