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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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[This sucks?! Fuck you, Goetia, he's tired at this point! But he keeps going, struggling up the steps, and without breaking eye contact. It's tempting to summon Toxicroak to carry him, but that would ruin the mood entirely. The mood is important.]

Yes. I didn't expect it to be you waiting for me.

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fujimaru

Unfortunately, things that look cool have their downsides in reality, and also Goetia is a cheating cheater who, like Solomon, does not necessarily have to walk in order to go up these stairs. He doesn't straighten out of his bored lounging posture, but he tilts his head, giving Saturn a long, coolly assessing look.

"And why not? This is my throne. This is my Temple. Where else would I be?"

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Because this is where I saw her. I suppose you were occupied with me at the time. . . . But here I am. As you asked.

[He keeps taking the steps, one by one, each one burning at this point after he's walked this far, but it's not like this is going to be where he stops after all that.]

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fujimaru

Good job, gold star for him.

Up close, when he finally makes it to the dais where the throne is, the Beast is... perhaps not as large as he might have seemed, more of a lean sharp build than simple bulk strength. He does finally sit up when Saturn reaches him, and this is clearly the body he was meant to have; there is none of the awkward implied discomfort or stiffness when he had been moving through Ritsuka.

"I did," he agrees. "And do you know why?"

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[He finally gets to the top! And forces himself to straighten and keep level, crossing his arms, even if his legs are a little shaky right now with exhaustion.]

Because you don't want for her to be lost any more than I do.

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fujimaru

He laughs once, a bark of sound, though it's not entirely amused. He might even be slightly impressed.

"Do you think so? That I, the King of Men, would care about the life of one paltry little human child?"

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cultfavorite

Is she?

[Staring him down! He keeps the eye contact, tails lashing.]

Or is she the only one who could ever possibly understand? The only one who sits here with you? Would you really accept losing that?

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fujimaru

His eyes narrow slightly, his sneer curling into a snarl for just a moment, before he schools his expression into something more calm again.

"She is hardly befitting the role of Queen," he says. "And I am hardly Solomon, who spread his affections far and wide, and thus gave none to any of the women of his harem. If the time came that I decided to choose one, there would be only one."

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cultfavorite

That was not really my implication . . . I can't help but feel that was somewhat pointed, but that aside . . . to you, and to me, she is not only just some human girl.

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fujimaru

"No?" He raises an eyebrow again. "You, who says she might sit beside me upon a throne, and that was not your implication? Such things are not so simple as that."

And he rises to his feet, a single smooth motion. His feet do not quite touch the ground when he does. He is not an excessively tall man, as it turns out, but he does conduct himself with a perfect confidence in this body.

"But I have challenged, and you have come. Follow me."