Palace Game 6/5

[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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[survivaltricks]

[:/!!!]

[shoves the pieces of the card under the bed, too]

[fujimaru]

Thanks, Akira, you're a pal(?). The ragebaby does not appear to be at all appeased, but it can't really do anything. It might have those multiple tentacles, but that does not come with feet.

[survivaltricks]

[WHATEVER, RAGEBABY!! with that finished, Akira finally stands to address the creature directly]

. . .

Who are you?

[fujimaru]

It doesn't have a mouth, but it does bristle at him. This would probably be more intimidating if it were bigger, but as it is, it's just a small mass of many-eyed tentacles. Out of everything in this room, too, it appears to be the only thing capable of independent movement.

[survivaltricks]

[omg]

You're just an angry little guy, huh. . .

[. . . tries to poke the tentacle creature??]

[fujimaru]

It slaps at his fingers, like an angry cat swiping at the contact.

[survivaltricks]

[adeptly avoids the slapping and continues to poke. pOKE POKE POKE POKE]

[fujimaru]

It continues slapping at him, but you know, the longer this goes on, the more likely it is that the thing is going to get a lucky hit in.

And those eyes, without lids, are in fact pretty sharp.

[survivaltricks]

[SMACK]

[does anything happen when his fingers get hit or does he have the opportunity to draw back and stare at the creature like an offended cat]

[fujimaru]

It's going to sting! These eyes are in fact sharp enough to cut if he gets hit at the right angle, and it seems quite pleased with itself for the effort.

[survivaltricks]

[it DOES sting, which means the offended cat look merely increases??]

Okay, buddy. You've earned yourself a cuddle.

[can he pick up the tentacle creature and cuddle it like a stuffed animal]

[fujimaru]

Oh my god, Akira,,,,

He can in fact pick it up! It's not going to go peacefully though; when he picks it up it immediately begins to struggle and thrash, trying to wrap itself around his wrist and fingers--anything it possibly can--and clinging like it means to crush. For something so small, it's pretty strong.

And also, underneath where it was sitting, is a gold ring. Fancy that.

[survivaltricks]

[YELPS IN PAIN and like. continues to hold onto the creature with one hand, though he extends his arm to get the tentacles as far away from his main body as he can?? which means his hand and wrist are probably getting. . . all wrapped up. . .]

[BUT HE'S GONNA SNATCH THE GOLD RING WHILE HE'S AT IT]

Quit that! Why are you so angry??

[fujimaru]

It's a pretty heavy gold ring! Pretty nice,

When he grabs it, though, the tentacles go wild, thrashing harder in his grip, some of the longer ones trying to reach for the ring. It's too small to snatch it back, but it won't be for lack of trying.

[survivaltricks]

[swiftly pockets the ring so he can use both hands to detangle himself from the creature's grip and just like. . . try to calm down the thrashing. in general!!]

Hey-- hey. What's wrong? I'm not going to hurt her, if that's what you're worried about.

[fujimaru]

Calming words don't work because it can't hear,

No, it just seems to be have worked itself into some sort of tizzy, trying to reach for his pocket. Unfortunately, it appears to be time for baby tantrums.

[survivaltricks]

[HOW DOES HE HANDLE BABY TANTRUMS????]

[he is swiftly looking around the room for like. . . idk. some kind of toy?? or something that might soothe an angry tentacle beast?? all the while fighting with it to keep it away from the ring in his pocket]

[fujimaru]

THAT IS A PROBLEM YOU NEED TO FIGURE OUT FOR YOURSELF, AKIRA,

He might notice, though, while he's having this baby slapfight, that there appears to be something on the wall on the opposite side of the bed. It's glowing faintly, little firefly gold sparks that were not there before. The outline isn't really clear, but it does seem to be staying intact for now.

[survivaltricks]

[CAN HE JUST]

[SQUISH THE TENTACLE BEAST LIKE A PLUSHIE]

[that won't help, Akira. please. anyway he is going to slowly make his way towards the glowing thing to see what it is??]

[fujimaru]

Congratulations on your spikey squeezy toy, Akira.

The glowing appears to be vaguely in the outline of a door. The closer he gets, the brighter the outline becomes, like it's trying to come into existence and just can't manage, quite yet.

[survivaltricks]

[he shifts the creature underneath an arm, ignoring the pain of the spikiness for now, and reaches out to try?? and open the door?]

[and if he gets it open he'll go through, and yes, he is gonna take the tentacle beast with him]

[fujimaru]

The door is going to take a bit to manifest itself properly; it's like there's some step that's missing...

But the tentacle does NOT want to go. It is now just trying its hardest to get away from him, and the door; the anger has gone out of its body language, replaced by what appears to be an instinctive, mindless fear.

[survivaltricks]

[hang on now we are distracted by the creature being scared?? pauses, standing next to the door's outline, frowning a bit as he holds the creature up to eye level]

. . .

You're afraid of what lies beyond?

[. . .]

Why?

[THE THING HASN'T SPOKEN A WORD TO HIM BUT HE'S STILL TRYING]

[fujimaru]

It still has no mouth, it cannot answer him, but it keeps glancing at the doorway behind him, then away again, still struggling to get away from that door.

[survivaltricks]

[. . . okay. okay! priority: calm down angy baby, before going through any doorways]

[with a light huff, Akira turns away from the door and moves towards the bed, plopping down on same as he settles the tentacle creature into his lap]

. . . okay. Okay. I was bullying you a little because you were being so fussy, but maybe that's not the right route to take, here. We should establish a feeling of trust between us, right?

I'm Akira.

[a nod of his head]

I'm a friend of Ritsuka's. I'm here to help her. [a pause. . .] . . . and since you're here, you're a part of her, right?