Palace Game 6/3

[fujimaru]

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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[fujimaru]

Welcome to the life of the protagonist of a fate/series,

Patxi's ears lift a little, pin again, and then he sighs.

"Not exactly," he says. He nods to the first broken door. "Wherever she went, she's on the side I can't follow. But even here, I've heard 'em complaining. Something about a temple...?"

[eggstinction]

[flexes the hand that was dissolved before and folds two of his others around it]

Before they were both made unconscious, Goetia was trying to make a throne. He could have one here.

[fujimaru]

"That guy?" Patxi's muzzle wrinkles, like he isn't sure whether he wants to snarl or not. "Probably. He doesn't seem to be real popular with most of the people who move around this place."

[eggstinction]

He has not made himself popular with the people outside either.

[fujimaru]

"Kings usually don't," Patxi says. It isn't sympathetic, but it's not without understanding. "So if he is building himself a throne, it'll be somewhere away from everyone else."

[eggstinction]

I'm not unpopular...

[MUTTER]

If he is through a door like that, that will have few other people indeed.

[fujimaru]

"I wouldn't recommend going through any of those doors," Patxi says. "But it's probably a shortcut. Fujimaru does stupid shit like that a lot, from what I've heard."

[eggstinction]

If she would do it, I will do it.

[fujimaru]

"Ha." Patxi grins at that suddenly, all teeth, amused and grimacing both. He finally moves, headed for that first door, picking his way gingerly through the rubble around it. "I dunno if I think that's a good way of doing it. But if you want to try, I'm not going to stop you."

[eggstinction]

[picks his way along behind him]

I will try. If it is a shortcut, it will be doubly worth the risk.

[fujimaru]

"Shortcuts aren't always the best. Sometimes, it's just going straight off a cliff."

He pushes the door open; unlike when Moon tried, it opens easily. He pauses on the threshhold, looking back over his shoulder.

"Are you sure about this? It's not going to be pleasant."

[eggstinction]

I do not fear cliffs and I do not fear the void. But thank you for your warning, Patxi.

[fujimaru]

"Suit yourself," he says, and steps through the doorway. It now stands wide open, though no matter how hard Moon strains, he will not be able to see anything--there's just blackness, a wide unending void, like a cessation of being.

He can go forward, or he can leave.

[eggstinction]

[He'll step through]

[fujimaru]

When he steps through, it feels like a jolt, a slam of pressure that does not hurt, precisely, but is more like a complete and utter rejection of everything about him--the feeling of being studied by something bigger and older and more unknowing than himself

(a sense of Nothingness, a void that lies at the very heart of multiple potentials, a source of all beginnings and all endings, uncaring of anything that lives or anything that dies)

it feels like being slowly compressed, slowly and methodically, tighter and smaller and smaller, until--

You're falling.