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Ryouma Sakamoto There is a ghost ship, in the functional middle of nowhere.

Nudged between small isolated villages, news have been going out all day about this mysterious apparition. Its location - half stuck in the land - has caused many to assume it's an attraction, and others to assume that once the Sun goes down the tune will change.

Uncrewed, unmanned, deserted, this ancient wooden vessel, very slightly transparent, has been sitting in the sun all day. People have gone onboard and back off without a scratch, and generally nothing has gone wrong. More and more tourists have come to see the strange landlocked vessel, if only to experience the thrills of a real actual ghost ship.

But the Sun will set soon.

It should be no surprise many parties have been asked, or have volunteered, to sit by in case the situation changes.

And really, experience says the situation probably will change.

But for the time being, it's an enjoyable sight for most. You could enjoy it, too! It's a wild party around the ship, with tents and kiosks and food vendors and all.

Or you could tell everyone to pack up and go home. You know, something might happen.
Nie Li     All it takes is a few rumors and one adventurous young man decides to stick his nose into the matter! Nie Li is... not wearing a costume as far as anyone can tell. He doesn't get this whole Halloween, Samhain (whatever you wanna call it) thing. Glory City has nothing like it.

    But hearing that on this supposedly special day a SHIP has appeared halfway embedded into DRY LAND, now that's worth checking out.

    The fact that locals have taken to using the place as a Party Base though, he finds incredibly irritating!

    Still, he's dressed pretty fantastically as outfits go. One could probably call his normal attire a passing costume of SOME sort, and he's not about to do anything like change it.

    Nor is he going to tell people to just up and vamoose! Instead he's bought some snacks and is wandering around the attractions checking out who's here and what's what, and keeping his senses sharp.

    Because things don't just APPEAR for no reason. He wants to figure out this mystery. Something useful might be learned from it!
Gilgamesh      Never let it be said that Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes who has no equal, has ever looked down upon a reason to party. Once it was explained to him that that's what Halloween is, he was perfectly willing to get into the spirit of it. Once he was told that he should dress up as something scary, well...

     He may have taken it a step too far.

     He's dressed in an uncannily eerie outfit. It's sort of like looking at some kind of proto-vampire; his face is unusually pale, his hair's gone black, his red eyes stand out against black lines etched across his face in strange angular patterns, which go down towards his neck and vanish into his shoulders. He has no fangs, but around his neck dangles a strange black chain that feels...uncomfortable to look at. Rather than his usual clothes he's gone with a mere white robe, but the shadows of the folds seem too *dark*, too...*deep*, as if the robe is casting shadows of night. His feet are completely hidden. Over one shoulder is slung a terrible black scythe, black wood and black metal that roils unpleasantly, as if the image of the scythe is not...something that humans should see. And there's a pair of great shadows behind him, like wings just out of sight. The thing is unsettling in and of itself, like some great primordial terror being held inside that darkness deeper than the night. The shadows even stand out against the fading sun, as if their darkness is deeper than the night allows. They bristle once in a while. It is most unpleasant to look at.

     And yet despite that he still looks disgustingly attractive. Even in a terrifying outfit - an outfit that he has intimated is literally the corpse of an ancient fallen angel-like creature, or possibly its living body - Gilgamesh is attractive without effort.

     Despite that, Gilgamesh is nonetheless in a poor mood, and the reason for that is obvious to anyone who pays the slightest bit of attention. He's still bristling over the insult from earlier, over the *implication* of the insult. So any excuse to not sit and bristle and stew and be angry at humankind's self-delusion is a good one for the King of Heroes.

     Still, he's trying to make the most of the evening. And he made an invitation that he's hoping will be taken up.

     Not like him to hope. But it would do wonders to brighten his Halloween night.
Orchid      An excuse to go to a party, AND to be able to wear whatever sort of weird outfit she wanted? Orchid had been looking forward to her first Halloween in the multiverse, and had taken the chance to make a costume that managed to look good and be suitably 'scary'. To that end, she has installed some new drivers, built a special 'wing,' and researched historical fashion.

     Which is how a medusa arrives, wearing sunglasses, her hair a mass of living, moving snakes. She's here to keep an eye on the mysterious ship, but also to have a good time. There are also some extra drones about her person, both her usual spiders and some snakes she built for the evening. She's wearing a Greek chiton, and while she has a lush figure, she's not dressing for sexy tonight.

     In any case, Orchid arrives, and engages in a bit of people-watching, taking in the costumes.
Archer EMIYA A familiar tall brown man can be found at the party, though his attire is radically different from the norm. Rather than a dapper black suit or a try hard red coat, he's wearing... A battle dress?

It's some weird mixture of a blue dress and ornate armor plating. Something you'd probably find on a woman. Or a woman pretending to be a man. Except Archer is neither of those, so it just looks weird.

He's also got what appears to be a sword of some kind. It's big, ornate, and looks deceptively real at first glance, but given the way it's carried around as if it weighs nothing, it's clearly just a prop. $r$r Honestly, Archer isn't quite sure as to why he's here. Is he trying to prove he's actually not a grumpy old man? Or perhaps to prove his ability to produce cosplay is a grade above the rest? Whatever, he grabs some refreshments from the party and proceeds to people watch quietly as they try to figure out WHY they actually came.
Kotone Yamakawa So it's Halloween and Kotone is a full con cyborg she can have some fun with this and has put a good deal of work into it. She'd ordered up several moded parts for her shell and also had hit up Tomoyo for some bits of the costume. Given the outfit is based on some actual clothing she got from her.

The first thing one might notice is Kotone does not have normal human ears at the moment, they seem to not be entirely there and there's a pair of fox ears with blue fur that matches her hair poking up from her head and twitching about, her eyes have changed being far more fox-like and an amber hue rather than their normal colour and there's a pair of goggles pushed up on her forehead. As for the rest?

At present, she is clad in a set of midnight blue overalls, backless with shiny brass clasps and buttons, the legs going down to knee-length. The hem of the legs are designed to look like they go longer but were rolled up. The overalls cling to her body, quite flattering to her curves. Underneath is a white t-shirt, a golden lyre on the back, framed by the straps of the overalls. Though the back of the outfit has been altered to allow a trio of fox-like tails with blue fur on them to poke out and they seem to be moving in a very lifelike fashion. As for her legs, she wears a pair of black stockings, vanishing under the overalls as well as under the pair of sturdy brown leather boots, going just halfway up her lower legs. She may also be wearing a pair of goggles with black elastic strap and framed with black rubber for protection.

She had come to party and not be knee deep in horrors /for once/ Halloween tends to not be a fun time of the year for Elites in the multiverse.

"Thanks for the help with debugging the tails Orchid, I owe you one."
Priscilla     Priscilla isn't much of a costume person. For her, every day has been Halloween-except-not-fun for several centuries, and she is still officially on vacation from the aesthetic. The last two years had involved Lumiere's notorious Halloween parties, which are as unenjoyable as the occasion gets. She also doesn't intend to stand out a while lot while this situation is still a casual party, for however long that will last. She is here to discuss one thing, and then deal with the bizarrity that is likely soon to follow as the sun sets.

    So, she cheated a little bit, did a little bit of stuff with veils, took off the gold, and then has been going around mostly-invisible as a vague and largely difficult to identify sort of aristocratic ghost. 'Going around' is even a bit of a stretch, as she doesn't exactly have any interest in stuffing her face or getting drunk. She has spent most of her time either staring at the bizarre vessel from all angles, recording footage of it, or touring about the inside to memorize its layout, just in case it becomes important. With any luck, it'll just vanish in the morning, but it's still weird. Does it have a name stencilled somewhere? Spooky logbooks?

    She doesn't want to leave Gilgamesh hanging forever though. She'll probably just invite him to talk while walking. It will actually require going to him first. Even partially invisible is still really easy to miss in a crowd; that's the point.
Ryouma Sakamoto There's candy, alcohol, grilled meats of all sorts and music. It's a good time - a simple time. It may not be up to Gilgamesh's impossible to meet standards, but the collection of people, cultures and foods from across the Multiverse is, if nothing else, diverse.

But amidst the festivities, as the Sun half-disappears behind the horizon, a man approaches the ship, smiling, in an evidently jolly mood. His piercing red gaze and shoulder-length blond hair could rival Gilgamesh's natural beauty, and the contrast with the man's pristine white and red armor is stunning. Plate, chain and leather mix together in something between a pirate's outfit and a knight's, shining white and silver. Red insignias on his shoulderpads depict a bloody moon wrapped in chains and somehow, bat-winged. A cutlass of glimmering silver and gold hangs from his belt.

He leaps onto the mast of the ship, grinning.

"Your attention, ladies, gentlemen and others!"

He flings his cape to his side, overly dramatic.

"My name is Fina-Blood Svelten, but you can call me Number Eight, or White Knight Blood. It is a PLEASURE to meet all of you!" He bows. "But enough about me! You have come here seeking thrills and a grand party! I am here to oblige! And so, without any further delays... Welcome... to my PARADE!"

The local world is overwritten by his own. The Reality Marble known as Parade warps the party. The ground becomes an azure sea, the sky pitch black, lit up by a looming crimson moon. Under all those who had been standing on the ground, small embarkations appear - kiosks, stores and booths are given larger barges to keep operating. The GHOST SHIP floats, now fully crewed by vampiric pirates who bust out barrels of grog (or blood, some of them are blood) and pitchers for the crowd. Ghostly attendants distribute sweets to the children, and zombie musicians reach for electric guitars. This party just got REAL!

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Priscilla     Oh god it's happening again. Priscilla just can't go to a Halloween party without the world being overwritten and her being dumped in some far away time and place with a bunch of undead and people in weird costumes. Now comes the-

    Oh. It actually seems pretty harmless this time? That's . . . weird.

    "Dost thou knoweth anything of any Fina-Blood Svelten?" she asks, partly to her particular target of the evening, but also just kind of to anyone nebulously around him. "I hath never heard the name." She still wants to know if it's something to be suspicious of. Given they're on the water now, Priscilla steps off her own patch of flotation, and the water becomes thick ice beneath her feet, tracing a trail of crackling frost, breaking up behind her and bobbing in the waves, on her way over to the ship.

    The really basic question first.

    "Wouldst this happen to be thine ship, Sir Svelten? If so, why leave it . . . docked . . . here?"
Gilgamesh      Gilgamesh immediately dislikes White Knight Blood. This is because he is almost as pretty as the King. This is not a permissable thing. When the White Knight Blood takes his stance and expands his Reality Marble, the King bristles, not because he is caught in a Reality Marble - he could not care less about that - but because this person is attempting to be fancier than he is. More flamboyant, more overwhelming, more impressive than he is.

     The wings on his back ripple. This is not permissable.

     But it also appears to be harmless, and Gilgamesh is in a foul enough mood that he's not going to go blow up the man's fun and pick a fight for nothing. Gilgamesh doesn't like picking fights over nothing. So far, just "trying to be fancier than the King" is meaningless. A lot of people have tried.

     Gilgamesh sweeps his hand back through his hair. A lot of people have *failed*.

     When Priscilla appears, Gilgamesh's mood noticably brightens. He actually smiles. "Ah."

     "No, I'm afraid I don't. But we may as well go find out." Gilgamesh rolls his hand. "If I dislike his answers, I'll just kill him."

     He follows Priscilla. Including over the ice. He's just...walking along the ice behind her.

     "And what do you hope to gain from this evening?" Gilgamesh adds on to her question.
Ryouma Sakamoto     "To attract fresh blood, of course!" the White Knight says, as he laughs, jumps off the mast, and takes another bow for the massive lady before him.

    "Oh, but not like THAT. No, not tonight! I have spent the last long while overseeing a certain person's safety, and I felt a little outing would do me some good. Maybe two or three outings!" His killer smile, obviously vampiric, might betray the slightest intent of eventual bloodlust.

    "But for tonight, we sing, we dance, and we party, for nobody knows how to better than us Apostles!" That's probably not true with Gilgamesh present.

    "And to whom do I owe the honor? A massive beauty and a kingly fellow whose aura cannot lie, surely you have names and titles to match your looks?"
Orchid      "I'm glad I could help," Orchid replies to Kotone. Then the big event happens, sundown, and the party transforms from conventional fun to... supernatural fun? However it works, Orchid isn't going to object. Yet. The reality marble does make her somewhat suspicious, but it isn't overwriting her robotic nature, so it can't be that bad. "Come on, let's check this out," she says, taking one of the cyborg's hands, leading her towards the pirate ship.
Archer EMIYA      Archer's eyes squint really hard as his surroundings are replaced with an entirely new reality. It's something he's all a bit too familiar with, and it kinda pisses him off. Who in their right mind would walk up and use their Reality Marble so damn casually?

This guy, apparently.

"Just my luck..."

Deciding that standing alone and brooding wasn't exactly how he wants to spend the rest of his evening, Archer becomes mobile. He snakes his way through the crowd, trying to find a familiar face. That doesn't take much effort, given how sorely Gilgamesh sticks out.

Gilgamesh places a hand on Gil's scythe, lightly tugging on it to get the King's attention. He also pockets the scythe's design for potential usage, given that anyone who drops their Reality Marble like this is probably up to no good. Doubly so if they're claiming to be an Apostle.

"So, this guy's not a friend of yours right? Given how ballsy and full of himself he is, I'm not quite sure."
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa is going to make for some food, tails swishing as she goes she's going to get some food and enjoy it, she pauses as she gets some food, she was going to have a Halloween that didn't go to hades in a hadbasket, then something strange comes as someone calls for everyone to pay attention for a moment. Then eerything gets real, oh so very real sne tenses for a moment but so far nothing happens there is no attack on her or any one else as far as she can also see some stunning costums such as Gil's out there and people she knows, so long as nothing is happening to make her get off her day off she's going to keep enjoying. She also notes Lady Priscilla is here too. The King of Heroes and Lady Priscilla are catching up.

"Well then..."

She's stuffing some food into her mouth as she's pulled along to the ship.
Priscilla     Priscilla seems almost amused by Gilgamesh swearing to kill the guy if he has bad answers, but it's effectively impossible to tell with the opacity on her face turned to 10%.

    "Thou art a knight, and a vampire, and a . . . sailor? Pirate? I am not certain how these relate." Priscilla admits. It's a bizarre archetype crash-up she's not sure how to interpret. He seems knightly though, and is claiming he spent a bunch of time protecting someone. It's worth and ask. "A certain person? An escort, or a sworm charge? If I may asketh." she says. "Thine ship sitting here throughout the day certainly served thine purposes well, if they were to attract as many eyes as possible. I hath doubts many here, if any, knew of its eventual function."

    Finally, she just dials off the opacity issues and pushes back the veils she'd borrowed. "Priscilla, First of the Concord, Queen of Anor Londo, and other less descriptive titles. I am chagrined to admit I hath not heard of thee until today."
Gilgamesh      "I am Gilgamesh, King of Heroes, King of Babylon and of Uruk, King of Denmark, King of All That Is, Was, And Ever Shall Be."

     The King's red eyes bloom in the dark. They have a glow to them, a glow that inevitably means *power*, and for a brief instant a glimpse of his true golden self can be seen beneath the darkness of his costume. It's a dead thing, after all. He's the real deal. There's no comparison.

     But it disappears a moment later, once he's satisfied that he's convinced the Ancestor of his veracity. He laughs at the assertion that 'no one knows how to party better than us Apostles.' That is *absurdly* not true, and he doesn't even feel the need to state it - the laugh /itself/ is a statement of that, a mocking, musical laugh that rings through the eerie night.

     "I'm simply here looking for some entertainment. And I invited the lady here to discuss something important about the world beyond the limits of this one in person." Gilgamesh's eyes flicker. "If you're wise, you won't cause me any inconvenience, Ancestor. I'd hate to have to destroy you. I dislike wiping out people who can appreciate fine entertainment."

     Archer walks up to him. Gilgamesh looks over his shoulder. "Ahhhh, King of Fakes, you're just in time. No, I don't know him."

     "I'm hoping that I like him instead of despise him. If I despise him, he's going to have an unpleasant evening. And considering how *my* evening has been..."

     Gilgamesh chuckles, a dark chuckle that matches his creepy outfit. The shadowy wings ripple. "Well." The King of Heroes takes a moment to run his hands through his hair for emphasis as Priscilla de-cloaks.

     "Nice to see you properly, Lady Priscilla." Is...is he /teasing/ her? It's kind of warm and friendly, though.
Ryouma Sakamoto     "A protector, a member of the living dead, a swordsman, and a scourge upon the seas, aye!" Blood responds, putting additional emphasis on his 'aye' to sound as pirate-y as he can for all but a second. "As for who, I'm afraid she dislikes having her name spoken in vain! Suffice to say it's something of a blood oath, for she has a destiny to fulfill."

    How does it all come together? He laughs.

    "Have you ever heard the myth that vampires cannot cross running water? I might just be to blame, or perhaps I wanted to defy it." One or the other. Maybe both at once.

    "A queen, though! Please forgive my lack of kissing your hand, I might not be able to stop myself from taking a bite," he says. It might be a joke. Might. His name IS Blood.

    "And a king, too! THE Gilgamesh? I'm humbled. No, I won't inconvenience you today, o King of Uruk. Go see to your important matters, let not this Apostle of the Crimson Moon take more of your valuable time."

    He clearly enjoys putting on a show.

    Orchid and Kotone approach, and Fina-Blood Svelten gravitates towards them, curious. "How curious! I cannot hear the sound of blood pumping through a healthy heart from this particular beauty, and her companion seems just as artificial. How advanced! The lengths humans will go to. And what may your names be?"
Orchid      Ancestors? Apostles? These terms don't mean much to Orchid. Gilgamesh's warnings don't register for much, in her experience the King of Heroes is quick to make such warnings if not given what he considers his due. "So if you are here, then is your charge here as well?" Orchid asks, raising one eyebrow behind her shades. "As for who I am, my name is Orchid. As for what I am, well, do you want the myth or the modern version?"
Ryouma Sakamoto     "I'm afraid she's not, but she's rarely ever seen these days. I've left her in the care of the White Beast and another like me, so really, there's nothing to fear," Blood answers Orchid, before saying: "Oh, the myth, pretty please! Facts never make for interesting stories."
Orchid      "Oh, interesting stories, yes, but truth is lacking in satisfying stories," Orchid teases back. "And I took some liberties with Greek Myth, and the guise of Medusa, a woman with a face so dire and fel, that to look on her, even after her head was removed, was to be turned to stone." Her hair of snakes are all looking at this Blood pirate, and nod in unison at the end of the tale.
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa says "I am Kotone Yamakawa."

She's in good spirits right now so long as things do not got to heck in a handbaskest she's not going to try to prevoke the host of the party. She tilts her head for a moment. "It's good to meet you and it's rare I get this night off I'm happy to have run into somethin ginteresting. As for my costume I'm inspired by the myths about Kitsunes." That and she knows of and knows a few actual Kitsune or fox spirits running about.
Ryouma Sakamoto     "An apt choice for a mechanical being," Blood notes, making a rather clear insinuation. He's a vampire, he has a certain bias! He's just too polite to say it outright. "Well! I do hope you enjoy yourself tonight. I don't know how to throw a party for robots, but I must assume you enjoy the same entertainment!"

    Then to Kotone, Blood nods, stroking his chin. "I've met one of those once, if I recall right. Quite rude, very self-centered. Not at all a fair sport! Ah, but I've learned my lesson, never antagonize one of your kind! Please, make yourself at home, my ship is yours for the night!" And the food, and drinks.

    "Now then! If you'll all excuse me, I wish to partake in the festivities too! I've spent so many hours practicing my dance with a cape to avoid embarassing falls, I MUST put them to good use!"

    The White Knight melds into the crowd, although it's kind of hard to lose track of that white armor even in the crowd.
Gilgamesh      "What a foolish question." Gilgamesh brushes his hair aside. "I am Gilgamesh, and Gilgamesh is me. No matter where in Multi-Vars, no matter what other Gilgamesh appears, they are all me, and I am all them. The nature of 'Gilgamesh' is without equal and without peer and without change. We all share the same nature. Only someone who didn't understand that would ask if I am /the/ Gilgamesh; I could only be Gilgamesh, or a fool imposter, and if you think I am an imposter then you are truly stupid."

     As the man vanishes, Gilgamesh's eyes follow him. He says, to the rest of the group, "I think I both like and dislike that man intensely."
Archer EMIYA      "So mind if I ask you to cut to the chase and ask you to tell me your end game here? I don't expect you to give me a straight answer, Mister Apostle, but it doesn't hurt to try. Hope I'm not being rude... Am I being rude?"

Archer stops to think on if he's actually being rude for a moment, idly slinging the Excalibur replica up against his shoulder with one hand as he rubs his chin with the other.

"Oh wait, I don't care."
Ryouma Sakamoto     Fina-Blood Svelten is not rude, even to sassy non-Archers. He pauses his escape, flourishing his cape as he swings around to look at the Nameless hero with a fanged grin. "Oh, tonight? Why, I only seek to enjoy myself! A great reaping is coming, and I wish not head into it dour and dreary! One night to cut loose and enjoy my eternal unlife, and then, back to business, refreshed, revitalized, and hungry!"

    A threat.

    Or an entirely too dramatic way of speaking.

    "After all, when the river runs red, there is no escape."

    Blood withdraws.
Priscilla     Huh. So he really is a knight-pirate. Honestly, that one's a lot newer to Priscilla than either other side of the triangle. Vampire-knights are a thing she's familiar with, as are pirate-vampires. "That is . . . quite alright." she replies to the slightly off-colour joke. "I am not here in a capacity as Queen for today, only in respect paid, which thou seemeth to be entirely capable of." A rarity that a stranger has these kind of manners towards both herself and someone like Gilgamesh. Its almost kind of disorienting.

    "I am certain thou art entitled to a rest now and again, from the hard work of upholding a no-doubt important oath." she finally settles on. The dude has some really sketchy vibes, but seems pretty 'not tonight' in terms of desire to cause trouble. She only twinges very faintly at 'white beast'. Turning away from him as the central thing-at-issue, Priscilla spares the flicker of a slightly confused smile for Gilgamesh. "Quite honestly, I am gladdened to be recognized upon a Halloween for a change." she says, unfortunately cryptically.

    "If I may ask of thee briefly, what precisely is an Ancestor or Apostle in this sense no doubt of a proper word? Our host hast the air who wouldst perhaps be an enemy another night, and yet who is apparently tasked to the protection of some maiden or another. I am little sure what to maketh of it." She looks at the summoned sea around her. "Albeit, I am uncertain as to how one wouldst bid these people leave even if it were the issue pressed."
Orchid      Did Orchid just eye-roll? Maybe, it's hard to tell with the glasses, and what she did to her eyes. "He rubs me the wrong way as well," she asides to Gilgamesh, chuckling at Archer's comments. "I do think we'll find that pirate at the middle of trouble soon."
Gilgamesh      Gilgamesh laughs at Priscilla's comment. He folds his arms behind his head. The black shadows twitch again. He laughs at Archer, too, both over the radio and in person - it's funny to hear the Ancestor disrespected, even if Gilgamesh ought to be saying something on his host's behalf. He doesn't much like or trust the vampire already.

     Gilgamesh sort of nods at Orchid and Archer. "Yes. He's going to be troublesome. Be ready for something. This is a world whose rules are under his control. The laws you understand may not apply here. Be ready for anything, even the water itself, to lash out at us."

     Gilgamesh asides to Priscilla, "Speaking of pirates, have you managed to smooth that issue over? Although, in truth, that was mostly pretext for inviting you out, at this point."
Kotone Yamakawa The descption make her think of one certain fox spirit she knows it wandering the multiverse at the moment. "Thank you for being a gracious host and yes Kitsunes and the like that." She grins a little buit as the White Knight melts into the crowd. "Well this is better than the undead horde a few years back I had to deal with."
Orchid      "So this bubble is more than special effects?" Orchid asks, gesturing up at the reality marble. "Thank you for the heads up. But if he can hear heartbeats, I think I know how we might confuse him." She smiles in a way that suggests mischief. "But I also think I will enjoy the night, and see what his drinks are like."
Archer EMIYA      Archer is left thinking as Blood leaves. He still really doesn't have a solid idea on what the Apostle's plan is... But given that he's throwing a party and the mentioning of a feast, he has a few ideas of what might happen.

The only comfort he has right now is that Gilgamesh seems to agree with him on not trusting their vampire friend. Which is a pretty big comfort, all things considered.

"It's just a fancy word for 'stupid big vampire', don't worry about it."

Archer answers Priscilla's question. It's a really poor answer, but it's something.
Gilgamesh      "Yes. It is a world unto itself. The world of his inner self. Its laws...well, it's complicated. Let's simply say that it's his imagination's world, and leave it at that." Gilgamesh waves his hand idly. "If you've seen that man, Flamel Parsons, work, it's something not unlike his mindscapes, but projected outwardly. This place is enormously dangerous. One false move may lure us into a deadly trap."

     He doesn't sound particularly concerned.

     "King of Fakes, you think so too, don't you?" He tilts his head back at Archer. "I'd ready whatever weapons you happen to have. In case you need to do something like that."
Orchid      "So his corner of the collective unconscious? And yes, I have visited one of Flamel's mental constructs. Which suggests that... hmmm." Orchid trails off again. "Trouble, yes, but not insurmountable." She looks around the party. "Somehow surprised there aren't more bats."
Archer EMIYA      "I've got plenty of weapons in stock, King of Heroes. Worry about your own armory."

Archer idly answers Gilgamesh, his mind currently focusing on more pressing matters.

Like would Saber actually kill him if she found out he dressed as her for Halloween.