WISDOM

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Alright…it was highly unlikely that this fool was harboring any demon-gods within him now. 

Indeed, such entities could play tricks, could puppet and mimic humans well enough, but Gilgamesh was good at reading others, even from two tables over. Gold claws tapped against his glass, and he squinted some at the other man. Merely a Caster now, was he? Was he even that, in this place?

“Do you not know who I am, Solomon?” Gilgamesh wasn’t often one for using names right away, but he felt the need to lord his superior awareness over the other man somehow. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, given the events that had transpired during our last meeting. It’s a wonder you’re here at all.”

“Should I even know who you are?”

It was a genuine question, though his delivery might cause some misunderstandings, coming off as someone stuck up. 

“You speak as if we’ve met before, in another time perhaps? Another me? But rest assured that this is the first time we’ve met in this iteration of mine.” He takes a sip of his coffee only to jerk back as it appeared that he burned himself. Even in such harsh weather conditions, it can’t change someone’s sensitivity to these things, sadly. 

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“I see. And you said you were a magician as well? I’d say we have a lot in common from the get go.” He wanted to make a comment about how many shared his hair color ( which wasn’t all that common in Vesuvia ). “Mind telling me more about how your magic works? I’m guessing it’s not quite the same in every place.”

“My magic? It’s very powerful magic...” Though his abilities were a gift, the memories that tied itself to it were something that he’d wanted to place away. So he stopped himself, opting to shift the topic.

“I can’t simply explain it in words...how about you tell me how it’s like in your world, Asra.”

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I’M ALIVE i’m sorry for dropping out, i’ll try to get in more activity here 

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“The length of your hair is… amazing. How do you keep it from tangling?” While he had personally known the countess of Vesuvia and her long list of instructions for hair upkeep, this could likely rival that.  

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“I’ve had people tend to it back in my time, they would use various oils to keep it maintained.” Several jars of oil and two servants were needed to be able to tame the beast that was Solomon’s hair. Sadly for him, none of those are present now, but it seemed that it wouldn’t be a problem for him.

“Things have changed since then and I do not need such maintenance anymore, but I do have a short routine just to keep things in order.”

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Oh. Oh that wasn’t good at all; they remembered that face hadn’t they seen him somewhere before? Like, they knew that was Grand Caster Solomon, right there–they just didn’t remember when they actually saw Grand Caster Solomon before.

Ah heck, he’s looking at them.

“I’m too young to die by the tentacle!” A panicked response was chirped out, unsure what else to do with none of their phantasms in tow.

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“Huh!? Where?” It was genuine shock that came from Solomon as he’d thought that they were under attack. His head whipped to the sides and scanned the area for any signs of tentacle danger, but only saw a vast blanket of snow with the occasional winter hares that scampered off to the distance. 

A sigh of relief removed most of his anxiety, but he’s still a bit on the edge. He looked to the other, concern written on his face.

“I don’t think there’s any danger of that here.”

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Certainly, they look out of place in this setting.

After all, they have yet to take a seat, instead wandering around the tavern gazing over the wooden sculptures that riddle the building. Human creativity is something, utilizing the wood to make things that seemed as if they could almost breathe and come alive if you looked at them for long enough.

As Enkidu turns to move again, out of the corner of their eyes they catch the figures behind the wooden counter whispering and looking their way. Their lips press together slightly in thought, beginning to wonder if they should simply leave, but before that it seems they’ve accidentally met eyes with a patron.

Something about being caught in someone else’s gaze keeps them rooted to the spot, the thought of leaving only dimly stuck in their mind now.

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He had been silently following the stranger since he’d taken notice of their pressence. How can you even miss such a person anyways? With their flowing green hair and clothing so impractical in an environment as this one, wouldn’t one be so curious to what kind of person this was? Yet, there was this twinge of familiarity that he cannot place a finger on, and it was this at reeled him in.

But oh, they looked to be enjoying their time alone that he didn’t want to interrupt. Though, not all seemed to share his sentiments as the whispers grew more prominent in his ears. He glanced to the counter with a look of disappointment, then back to the stranger only to find that he’d caught their gaze.

It seemed that fate had wanted them to meet after all.

Not wanting a grand scene to erupt from this, he rose from his seat and made his way over to the other. “Let me order something for the both of us, perhaps that would cease their meaningless chattering.” He whispered to them.

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Thinking on it, maybe he should try to get a thicker jacket? Granted, the sea god already wears a jacket over his school uniform but he definitely underestimated the weather out here. Snow isn’t really something he usually sees, much less is used to. Though perhaps he should invest in saving up before actually going to a store to find any sort of jacket. At least for now he can enjoy the warmth the tavern has to offer. It does give a strange homey feel in a way. Though it’d be nice if he can enjoy it with his brother.

“How’ve you been fairing with this place so far?” he asks the person seated close to him. He can’t help but eye a bit at what the other’s wearing, though it’s not like Takeru can judge on that given that his own form as a god would probably look strange to others especially in this weather. Well…given when he’ll actually be able to turn back into a god.

He was grateful enough for the ones who’d brought him to this vast tundra to provide him with something that may help with the climate. Perhaps they’ve known about his homeland which was the complete opposite of Eidolon and the fact that he doesn’t normally wear certain pieces of clothing (footwear to be specific) so they’ve graciously gifted him a pair of winter boots.

The boots really brought his outfit all together and looking at them made Solomon feel fuzzy inside, after all these were the first gifts he’d received after his autonomy granted. 

His attention shifted to the young lad, the fuzziness in his chest now turned to concern as he’d noticed the few layers he had on. He then gestured the lad over to the empty chair across him.

“I’m fine for the most part, but what about you? You look so under-dressed. Come, sit, I shall order for you something hot to drink.”  Not even waiting for the other’s reply, Solomon went ahead and called for the waiter to order a round of coffee for his table. “My name is Solomon, by the way.” 

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first-hero‌:

Had Gilgamesh not had the self-control, he might have jumped at the sound of that voice. Surely he turned his head a little faster than he would have liked, eyes widened a little more than he’d want to show, but it was an appropriate reaction, wasn’t it? There he was, standing before him, offering him coffee like they could be strangers. 

“…Grand Caster.”

Eyes glanced down at that mug, and then back over to the king who stood across from him. Pensive, unimpressed, it was obvious that Gilgamesh was judging him as he looked him over. 

“You can stand.”

There’s a slight flinch as the other man spoke, his voice much like a poison fog brought Solomon an uneasiness that was almost suffocating. This man was not to be disturbed, he got that message clear, but something he’d said made Solomon want to stay a bit longer.

“You called me a Grand Caster.” So he’s familiar of the Holy Grail War, someone hopefully from his world that he can connect to. But standing like this won’t do, it’s such an inconvenience. Just in time though a couple seemed to have left the table across them to which Solomon gingerly claimed for himself. 

Now they sat across each other, just a table over, so they have to raise their voice a little to be heard. 

"You must be mistaken, I’m merely a Caster.”

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There was something in Solomon’s eyes that seemed… indescribable. He didn’t recognize him. The thought almost crushed him, but he didn’t try to think about it too much. He had to reason many things, but it was possible, that this wasn’t the one he knew. That was even more soul-crushing.

“I mean, that was obvious.” He points out, almost monotone. What was more to do than to be at the docks? Watching people, he supposes, and also, fishing. “I see… so, this kind of thing interests you? Watching people do … normal things?” Zen wonders… if he actually knew the man at all.

“I suppose you can say that.” Solomon was empty, but he wasn’t blind. There was something to the boy that felt off, like reluctance to his pressence. But to as why, Solomon didn’t care to find the answer as it will show itself eventually.

“I’ve never watched people before, not with my own eyes.” The wind blew behind them, his hair billowed and hid his expression, but his voice carried sadness, pity perhaps but not towards anyone else. As things came to a still once more, Solomon had turned back to his people watching. 

“How about you? Did the interest in other people compelled you to come here? Or was it something else?”

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"I hope you don’t mind.” A soft voice spoke that carried itself above the hustle and bustle of The Crystal Tavern. 

Solomon offered smiled to the other patron, and before any objections were made, placed a steaming mug on the table in front of them, to which it carried this rich yet bitter aroma that quickly filled the air around it. A similar mug stayed with Solomon who looked to be anxiously anticipating something.

“...there aren’t any free seats left.”

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Time to put this lad out into the world! capping at 2 but fate castmates are exempt! If you would still like to rp, feel free to message me ;w;

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@majustsuo … why are you here? )

Zen can’t help but grasp at straws. His thoughts. And wonder why, why was this person here? He spotted him looking out upon the docks, not doing anything. And of course, he would have noticed that hair and everything about him.

But he doesn’t dare approach him, he doesn’t say anything.

Until he steps forward to the man’s side asking, “What are you doing?”

He doesn’t expect an answer-back, somehow, but he wonders. If this is the same one…?

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The appearance of the boy was unexpected but Solomon was not a stranger to being greeted randomly by the public. When he was King, he would go in the town square to meet his subjects, friendly people they were, and only now did he appreciate their audience.

“Oh, I was watching them...fish.” The last word fell short as he’d realized how silly he sounded, but at the same time was embarrassed that he didn’t carry himself through it. He looked to the young man with an apologetic smile to hide his blunder. “Ice fishing was not common from where I’m from, you see.” 

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@majustsuo , will you call yourself a king before Us?

He watched the man meticulously put on all ten of those rings, one after the other. The gold was easily eye-catching, but more so were the black tattoos that drew up the backs of the man’s hands, slithering up his fingers and pointing to his black nail polish. The emperor had a vague sense that this man was a servant the same as himself, but with how weakened his senses and sensors were, he was not looking to jump to conclusions so quickly. 

“We are curious. What are those rings, exactly? We don’t imagine they are merely for show–or at the very least, not meant for show originally.” The emperor hopped down from his top bunk so gracefully that his feet didn’t even meet the floor. No, his fall stopped some inches above the carpet, and he levitated towards this new bunk mate of his. “Or perhaps you are simply a man who likes to show off his wealth. We hope that does not inspire thievery from others.”

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A head tilted up to the voice that called him, seemingly caught off guard. He was too engrossed in his thoughts that the’d forgotten about his current living situation, and something about that felt so nice. His thoughts were all his own now.

He watched silently as he was approached by this dazzling creature. They were an odd looking fellow, had an air of sophistication much like those of the rulers from the Age of Gods, the ones Solomon were familiar with. This could be very well his first diplomatic meeting without the nagging of the Divine Father if it were the case, and he’s a bit skittish to be honest.

“Would you believe me if I said that they were a gift from God?” A small smile to greet them before looking back to his hands, his palm resting over the other showing off five glittering rings. “If you consider knowledge as wealth, then you would be correct. But I hope none would dare to steal as I’m willing to share.”

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majustsuo

  yuno || 24 || she/they i’m a writer / coder i…

(not) Masuta!

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wise man! there’s no need to feel down

King Solomon, Wise King of Israel, King of Magic - Fate/Grand Order

Yes, it’s the same Solomon from the “who’s baby is this” bible story

He has Rapunzel hair that reaches past his ankles and it’s really thick too, great for warmth. 

If given permission, you may braid his hair

Has tattoo covering all of his arms and legs up and black nail polish on his nails

He looks so metal but would be the biggest goof you’ll meet

Normally doesn’t wear any kind of footwear, but thank you Eidolon mods for sponsoring him some

Is starting from scratch on how to live normally, so please be his friend and show him the wonders of love and friendship

Someone introduce him to the wonders of virtual idols

Queen of Sheba if you’re reading this, please hmu

(700 wives, 300 concubines)

Jona, Not so Wise, King of Procrastination - Mun

He/Them, 20+

Always working, always tired

Can’t wait to put this lad in the snow

Plays FGO for the jpegs

Nasu please make Solomon summonable

I’m also here on twitter!

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Please ignore that reserve as here is King Solomon from Fate/Grand Order. You can find his app under /app !

Welcome to Eidolon, traveler. Wishes have brought you far, and we know they will only bring you further.

You will find your residence in Bunkhouse #3.

Your ten rings sit upon your mattress…though they bear no power. In front of your bed is also a pair of snow boots, complementing your style.

Search, seek, persist. Take heart in your heart.

May Diaidem bless you.