SOLOMON. THAT NAME… HOW different was THIS Solomon from the one he knew? Had they tamed seventy-two demons as well? So many questions… He would have to ask them bit by bit and over time, he supposed. Ozymandais could not have the other boy aware of what he was at this time since he was unsure as to what that knowledge might do. Explaining the existence of Servants and the like in a world that seemed quite alternate from his own just appeared to be more trouble than it was honestly worth at this point in time. At the mention of what these ‘Rukh’ could do, he paused, instantly hooked by one, simple statement. ❝I…can speak to one who is gone, you said? These Rukh have that kind of power?❞
Oh…there were a few people he would have loved to hear the voice of, but there was one that came to mind the loudest. How long had it been since he had heard her? So lost in thought was he, that he nearly did not pay attention to anything else that Aladdin said. ❝Hm?❞ Blinking, he pulled himself away from that topic for a brief moment, although only brief. ❝You must be very loved by the gods to be granted the abilities you have. There are some, I am sure, that would love such a gift.❞
“Yes. The Rukh is made of all creations, living and deceased. So even if the person I want to call forth is from a land far away, I can use your Rukh to locate that person within the Great Flow, and ask them to come to us. Your soul will tell me who I’m looking for, and if they hold strong emotion for you, they will join us.” The young boy smiles, finding his companion’s curiosity to be quite a pleasant thing. He enjoyed sharing his knowledge; it was a form of bonding in his opinion.
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Mister. But it really isn’t that dramatic. I was created and molded to be like this by both my parents and my guardian. I was meant to be a bridge between the old and new world, and help keep an evil god and my twisted grandfather from obliterating this world entirely... hm. I guess it is pretty dramatic if I think about it, haha.” Aladdin hums pleasantly, then steps closer, invading Ozymandias’s personal space a little. He stares up at him inquisitively; blue eyes clear and curious.
“Is there someone you want to meet, Mister Ozy? I don’t mind guiding them to you for a little while.”
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