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Palace Game 6/3

The Dreamer In The Grand Temple
Humanity Foundation Value: ????

What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.

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Why is everyone sad and attractive here?!

[trying THIS door now!!11]

Because most of Ritsuka's cast is unfortunately hot,

The door has the same issue as the other one he tried: it catches on something unseen, a yawning void just behind it.

[fuck it

STICKS HAND IN]

RUGGIE PLEASE,

For a second, nothing happens!

And then, slowly, he can feel his hand dissolving. It's an oddly painless sensation? If he's looking at it, he can see that it's mostly like his fingers are fading into glittering particles, blowing away in some unseen wind. There's no blood, no exposed muscle or bone... despite the effect, it's more like someone has just taken a giant eraser to him and is slowly scrubbing the existence of his hand away.

[YOINKS HAND BACK]

UNFORTUNATELY, HE IS STILL MINUS SOME OF HIS FINGERTIPS EVEN AFTER THAT.

But hey, at least it's not spreading!

...enh s'fine.

[gets up to check another door. 2?]

Door two's design appears to be Scandinavian in style, with a fairly large gemstone sitting atop the rubble... but it's cracked badly, just barely still in one piece.

[GEM]

It's a pretty big one! Despite the damage.

But like before-- You see a young woman, one hand pressed to her eye. She looks so lonely, watching someone that you know she is too afraid to speak to, strangled in the expectations of her role. Regret is a sharp pain in one eye, the scent of water and flowers as she sinks below the surface.

Geez....

[is there anywhere good all these items he's gathering can GO?]

Each of the statues has a small depression at its base. They're empty for all seven, broken and unbroken, though on closer inspection, he can see that the three intact statues are simply round and empty, but the four broken have more specific shapes to them.

[OK

PUT ITEMS IN THE HOLES]

At first, nothing happens.

And then, behind him, a low voice, barely above a growl, more annoyed than anything: "What d'you think you're doing?"

[...does not look, instead searching for the last item]

Tidying up the place a bit.

There's a low snort, rudely amused.

"It's not gonna do you any good, kid. Nothing in this room is gonna exist, in the end. If that girl knows what good for her and hers, she'll wipe the rest of 'em out too."

If he's looking around at the fourth door, the fourth item is a handkerchief, folded, with a lipstick kiss mark in one corner.

Everything stops one day. Don't mean people can't remember, at least for awhile.

[grabs the hanky]

As always, there is a memory for this one, too: You see a man laughing cheerfully, seated across a campfire from you, exuding a warmth that you feel has to be genuine. Regret is your own loneliness, the greater understanding of a camaraderie and team you could have had, but has been taken from you.

The other person snorts again. "It's not a matter of stopping. It's a matter of never existing at all. I'm guessing no one told you about that."

[geez is this room all about failed gacha pulls

IS THIS THE FAILED PULLS ROOM

taking the item to put in its proper place]

Sure haven't.

Turn around and look at who you're talking to, Ruggie, and realize that he was never in the gacha at all,

"Nothing in this whole room was supposed to exist. It only did because of some outsider deciding to give some of us a chance to fight for the right to come out on top... but there's more to winning than just being strong."

[sup fellow furry]

Will power, cash flow, nepotism....

Sup.

"Willpower might be the thing. Not that I'd know. My world was a failed one."

That's rough, buddy.

[starts tidying up the room, he's an expert cleaner after all]

You're here though. We're talking.

Who are you?

"Patxi."

He nods once, briefly, curt.

"I'm just a memory, though. There's no one else alive who'll remember me, if Fujimaru goes."

...how do I help her?

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