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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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From:

rootsforyou

...

[pulls out a SECOND candy. yes she took a whole bag of kiss chocolates. this is the time]

How about two? They're shiny and they taste good. We could shape the wrappers to look just like the key you have and no one would be any the wiser that we traded. I don't want you to get in trouble, after all.

From:

fujimaru

TWO CANDIES... THE FIEND...

The tentacle vibrates a little, the tip swiveling from the candies in her hand to her face, as if that is operatively the thing's head. One can get the strong impression it is considering...

And then it very tentatively scoots back, nudging something gold out from under itself, towards her.

From:

rootsforyou

[carefully reaches for the golden object with one hand and offers it TWO whole candies with another]

From:

fujimaru

It snatches the candies with all the greed of a small child, and while it is distracted with trying to figure out how to get the wrappers off, she can in fact take the object it is trying to guard.

It is a ring, heavy and gold, with no noticeable adornments.

From:

rootsforyou

Ah.

[this seems important! tucks it into her sleeve safely for the time being and gives the little fellow another bow]

Thank you kindly. I don't suppose you know where I might find another one of these, by chance?

From:

fujimaru

It pauses in the process of pulling off bits and pieces of the foil wrapping and curls into a pretty good imitation of a question mark.

From:

rootsforyou

[debates how much information to offer the figurine, and decides...why not]

I'm looking for Ritsuka, you see. She's a very dear friend of mine. So I was trying to find a key in order to reach her. Since this is her room...I'm sure you miss her too, right? It must be a bit lonely.

From:

fujimaru

It flattens itself into kind of a blob again, all of those eyes fixed on her face. It appears to be considering, and then it points, over her shoulder, to the wall on the opposite side of the bed from where she stands.

From:

rootsforyou

...? Over there?

[turns around to look, and goes to wander over to that wall. does she see anything there? or is it just a wall]

From:

fujimaru

If she looks very hard, in between blinks again, there appears to be the outline of something over there, little glimmering bits of gold that might form something, but have not completely come together.

From:

rootsforyou

[presses up against it with a hand, experimentally, though she doesn't really expect it to give way]

...I see. I need to keep making a search, in that case.

[turns back to the figurine]

Thank you kindly for all of your help. Would you like to come with me while I explore? You needn't feel pressured. It is only an option since you're easy to carry. I was going to search the cafeteria next, so I am sure I could bring you back more chocolates.

From:

fujimaru

It waves at her, more enthusiastically than before.

For the record, the closer she gets to the door, the brighter the outline gets; depending on which hand she uses to touch the wall, it will get brighter still.

From:

rootsforyou

[OH NEAT

she turned around to talk to the figurine and simply did not notice that the outline was glowing brighter until she turned back around to look at it again. it seems like a reasonable enough reaction to prompt her to put the ring on one of her fingers; the ring being like a key isn't too far of a stretch, surely.]

--?! Oh! Perhaps we should look in here first, then? Unless you really did want to go to the cafeteria.

From:

fujimaru

Once the ring is on, her hunch is correct: after a second, the door is suddenly much more clearly there: a heavy ornate golden thing--the kind of doors a king or an emperor might use--which honestly looks very out of place compared to the mundane cheerful clutter.