[A tall and muscular redhead is up before the sun, keeping a brisk pace as he jogs around the entire perimeter of the island over and over and over. He'll wave to a few people on each lap, though he won't bother to stop for a while - he's pretty focused.
It's only about twelve laps in that he finally can be found at rest, chugging down a sports drink from the gift shop as he uses a lounge chair as more of a bench, wiping at his forehead as he checks the knots against his shoes.
When he spots Temenos, he'll offer a nod, but won't get up.]
Morning. You sure were asking a lot of questions yesterday.
[While Temenos hasn't stayed in one place this entire time, he's taken note of Beelzebub passing by on his jog in multiple places, multiple times. Good gods, no wonder why the young man spent an inordinate amount of time at the buffet yesterday.
Ah, youths and their boundless energy and equally boundless stomachs.
He returns Beelzebub's nod with a wave, smiling as he comes over.]
Good morning. Seems I'm not the only early riser here.
[Beelzebub might have noticed Temenos snooping about earlier on in his jogging sesh. He was up bright and early to get investigating.
He chuckles at Beelzebub's observation.]
Of course. It's only natural, given our predicament. Surely you're not also curious about the mysteries surrounding the resort and our lovely hosts?
["Lovely" is definitely said in a derogatory manner.]
Mn. It's the best time for a run. Breakfast always tastes better this way, anyway.
[He takes another swig from his drink as the man continues, his expression not budging past a stony neutral.]
I'd like to know more. But they didn't seem all that desperate. And they didn't give much detail.
So long as we keep them in place, the buffet stays running. We also can't go home quick unless we follow what they asked. I don't have any reason to argue with them right now until we can find out more.
[After Lobelia's jokeful prodding, Beel quickly ripped himself away and marched straight to the buffet, knocking over several robots with his pace.
There's less decorum. He doesn't bother to return to the table at first, walking up to the buffet and shoving food directly into his mouth, swallowing whole, barely stopping to breathe.
It's only when he's been at that pace for close to an hour that he finally crawls to a steadier pace. He reaches for a plate despite the angry beeping of the robots trying to refill the empty buffet sections. Reaction has him picking up tongs, only to bring the metal to his mouth with a sickening crunch.
He pauses, looking at his hand, before burying it in a fist against his stomach, which growls as though still bottomelessly empty.
He'll spot Temenos about now, but his eyes don't stay on the priest for long. Instead, he tries to focus on finding another pair of tongs.]
[After spending some time scouring the island for clues with his little investigation party, Temenos returns to the buffet to check on Beelzebub. He's not at all surprised to find him still at it. At least this time he only watches for a little bit, mystified by Beelzebub's ability to eat anything and everything. He and Ochette would be fast friends, he's sure.
Once Beelzebub turns his attention back to the food, Temenos approaches and reaches for a plate of his own. He's barely eaten today, so he may as well. Assuming Beelzebub hasn't cleaned the buffet out until the robots bring more, of course.
But first, an observation:]
You don't seem to be enjoying it this time.
[According to Beelzebub, that's an important part of the eating experience.]
[Several spots are still completely empty, though the kitchen staff is trying its best to restock now that there isn't a walking vacuum shoveling it in faster than they can bring it out.
The redhead goes still at the statement, stepping away enough to give Temenos some room to examine the leftovers.]
... I've had better meals.
[It sounds less about the taste, given his tone. But he doesn't say much more, looking down at his own plate--]
Oh. Uh. Here. [He holds out a different pair of tongs.] So you don't have to use your hands.
[He's tucked away in the arcade on one of the consoles with an enormous popcorn bucket filled with bite-size chocolate chip cookies, though his attention stays pretty drawn to the screen. One would think it would be food, but no -- he's busy planning out teams on an old America-style football game.
His mouth is, predictably, full when he sees Temenos, but he'll abruptly swallow and motion for him.]
Mm. Hey. Take a seat if you want, the chairs are actually pretty comfortable.
[The arcade is still something of an anomaly for Temenos. Televisions aren't a thing in Solistia, let alone video games. He hasn't known where to start with many of the offerings in this bright, noisy place. It hasn't stopped him from stopping by and observing others, though.
He catches Beelzebub during his latest traipse through the place and comes over when he is called.]
Good afternoon, Beelzebub.
[He settles down on a chair beside him and idly reaches for one of those cookies as he observes the game.]
[Offering the bucket - yeah bud go ahead, he can share these ones. He's gotta finish the last 30 seconds of this Fake Madden NFL Football game, anyway.
Look at all those little video game guys run around on a field.]
It's called a video game. Do you have them in Solistia?
[Temenos makes for the kitchen as soon as the allotted time for investigation has passed in hopes that those few hours gave Beelzebub the time he needed to calm down from whatever frenzy he was plagued with. However, he doesn't quite make it all the way there before he discovers smudges of flour on the floor, heading outward from the kitchen area. The lack of sound coming from inside is further confirmation that Beelzebub is on the move, which...could be bad or good, depending on his state of mind.
He turns around and follows the flour trail until he arrives at their apparent destination: the beach showers.]
Beelzebub?
[He calls out as he approaches. He's still not quite sure what to expect, but it's probably a good sign that Beelzebub apparently has come out here to clean off.]
A sigh echoes off the walls of the showers, along with the low, thrumming buzz of insect wings. There's no water running, but humidity sticks to the air in the telltale sign of a recent shower.]
[What an utterly exhausting day this has been. But Temenos isn't ready to retire for the night just yet. There is someone in particular that he wishes to check up on for the second time today.
His first guess that he would find Beelzebub at the buffet proves to be incorrect, so he makes for the Dodo cabana in an attempt to find him there.
[There's a delay in response, but the door eventually clicks as it's turned open, the redhead in view. His brows raise in surprise when he sees who's there.]
Except the sound is coming from the bottom of the door instead of the top, like someone is kicking it with their foot. Because that's exactly what's happening.]
[He's out cold the entire day after trial. But early on Sunday, Beelzebub can be spotted out on the beaches closest to the cabanas, no longer in his demonic form, slowly wading barefoot through the surf with his pant legs rolled up. Every once in a while, he leans down to scoop a handful of sand up and shove it into his mouth, before continuing on his walk.]
[By contrast, Temenos has hardly slept in the wake of what happened, kept awake by worry and tormented with scenes from the trial. After another fitful attempt, he gives up and attempts to ready himself to face the day.
One large coffee obtained from the cafe later, he ventures out onto the beach in an effort to collect himself...only to find Beelzebub there.
The coffee mug is immediately dropped to the sand.
It's played in his head so many times- seeing Beelzebub be torn open from within, and the guttural scream that came with it as Lobelia rose from the bloody mess left behind. If Temenos hadn't seen Beelzebub pieced back together and breathe right before his eyes, he would think he's seeing a ghost wandering the beach right now.
This time, however, he doesn't have to follow the lingering spirit of someone dear to him. He can run up and call out:]
[The evening is fun and chaotic and, more importantly, filled with good food. But once the portions have slimmed down, Beel's minds quickly move onto other things. What would be good right now after all that healthy food---
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He has just the thing in mind. But he remembers who he wanted to take with him. Hopefully Temenos wasn't too tipsy on wine.
Beelzebub quietly skirts through the crowd to tug against Temenos's sleeve with one hand, leaning down to try and keep his tone low against the murmur (or yelling, who knows what's happening atm) of the others.]
Baizhu's running out. I'm going to go to get ice cream before it gets too late and the buffet gets locked up.
[Temenos is not at all tipsy! He would like to keep his faculties on a Thursday night, thank you very much.
He’s taking a break from the party games to listen to a musical performance when Beelzebub approaches him. Tipping his head when he feels a tug on his sleeve, he smiles and nods at the suggestion.]
I would love to.
[The two of them had agreed to meet over ice cream again sometime, and now is as good of a time as any. He’s beginning to grow weary of all the socialization anyway.
[As requested, Beelzebub waits rather late in the night at the onsen. His things can be seen sitting off to one side while one of the showers runs, rinsing himself off before he bothers to go into the onsen proper. He's keeping his ears alert for whether he has company or not, though, even as he gently switches the water off and reaches for a towel for his waist.]
[Just as Beelzebub is about ready to get into the onsen, the sound of gentle footsteps approach. If he is able to keep stock of how everyone's footsteps sound, it's undoubtedly Temenos.
The cleric himself appears in the entryway soon enough, and it is immediately clear that he has already tended to his wounds. Minor cuts are all that remain, much like the one that got Kanon caught in the first place.
He locks eyes with Beelzebub, his expression just as cloudy as it was when they last parted.]
If we are getting in, then...I shall be but a moment.
[It's not a cozy spot, tucked in the sea caves on Seagem. The rocks are cold, and the rock cage a little colder, fused with the back of the cave wall.
There is a kittybot nearby, just out of reach to actually be touched but routinely depositing snacks. Beelzebub, behind the stone bars, is pacing back and forth, occasionally reaching through the bards to grab whatever is handed to him and shove it into his mouth in the midst of his pacing.
[While Beelzebub might not notice his company, he might just pick up the scent of something familiar.
Temenos enters the cave, holding a plate in his hands. It's covered to keep the heat in, but it's still unmistakably a cheeseburger under that lid. He looks utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally, but he still smiles when he lays eyes on Beelzebub. Not because he's happy to see him such a situation, but...because he figures Beel would rather see a smile than yet another look of grief.]
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WEEK 0 - Sunday morning
It's only about twelve laps in that he finally can be found at rest, chugging down a sports drink from the gift shop as he uses a lounge chair as more of a bench, wiping at his forehead as he checks the knots against his shoes.
When he spots Temenos, he'll offer a nod, but won't get up.]
Morning. You sure were asking a lot of questions yesterday.
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Ah, youths and their boundless energy and equally boundless stomachs.
He returns Beelzebub's nod with a wave, smiling as he comes over.]
Good morning. Seems I'm not the only early riser here.
[Beelzebub might have noticed Temenos snooping about earlier on in his jogging sesh. He was up bright and early to get investigating.
He chuckles at Beelzebub's observation.]
Of course. It's only natural, given our predicament. Surely you're not also curious about the mysteries surrounding the resort and our lovely hosts?
["Lovely" is definitely said in a derogatory manner.]
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[He takes another swig from his drink as the man continues, his expression not budging past a stony neutral.]
I'd like to know more. But they didn't seem all that desperate. And they didn't give much detail.
So long as we keep them in place, the buffet stays running. We also can't go home quick unless we follow what they asked. I don't have any reason to argue with them right now until we can find out more.
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WEEK 1 - FRIDAY
There's less decorum. He doesn't bother to return to the table at first, walking up to the buffet and shoving food directly into his mouth, swallowing whole, barely stopping to breathe.
It's only when he's been at that pace for close to an hour that he finally crawls to a steadier pace. He reaches for a plate despite the angry beeping of the robots trying to refill the empty buffet sections. Reaction has him picking up tongs, only to bring the metal to his mouth with a sickening crunch.
He pauses, looking at his hand, before burying it in a fist against his stomach, which growls as though still bottomelessly empty.
He'll spot Temenos about now, but his eyes don't stay on the priest for long. Instead, he tries to focus on finding another pair of tongs.]
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Once Beelzebub turns his attention back to the food, Temenos approaches and reaches for a plate of his own. He's barely eaten today, so he may as well. Assuming Beelzebub hasn't cleaned the buffet out until the robots bring more, of course.
But first, an observation:]
You don't seem to be enjoying it this time.
[According to Beelzebub, that's an important part of the eating experience.]
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The redhead goes still at the statement, stepping away enough to give Temenos some room to examine the leftovers.]
... I've had better meals.
[It sounds less about the taste, given his tone. But he doesn't say much more, looking down at his own plate--]
Oh. Uh. Here. [He holds out a different pair of tongs.] So you don't have to use your hands.
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WEEK 2 - WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON
His mouth is, predictably, full when he sees Temenos, but he'll abruptly swallow and motion for him.]
Mm. Hey. Take a seat if you want, the chairs are actually pretty comfortable.
Give me a second. I want to save this.
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He catches Beelzebub during his latest traipse through the place and comes over when he is called.]
Good afternoon, Beelzebub.
[He settles down on a chair beside him and idly reaches for one of those cookies as he observes the game.]
What is "this", exactly?
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Look at all those little video game guys run around on a field.]
It's called a video game. Do you have them in Solistia?
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WEEK 2 - FRIDAY POST-INVEST
He turns around and follows the flour trail until he arrives at their apparent destination: the beach showers.]
Beelzebub?
[He calls out as he approaches. He's still not quite sure what to expect, but it's probably a good sign that Beelzebub apparently has come out here to clean off.]
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A sigh echoes off the walls of the showers, along with the low, thrumming buzz of insect wings. There's no water running, but humidity sticks to the air in the telltale sign of a recent shower.]
Yeah. I'm here, Temenos. Second curtain.
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Ah, there you are.
[He approaches the appropriate curtain and stands outside of it.]
How are you feeling?
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WEEK 2 - POST-TRIAL
His first guess that he would find Beelzebub at the buffet proves to be incorrect, so he makes for the Dodo cabana in an attempt to find him there.
A gentle rapping at the door...]
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...Oh. Temenos.
Did you want to come in?
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Temenos offers a small bow as a greeting.]
Only if you would have me.
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WEEK 3 - WEDNESDAY NIGHT
Except the sound is coming from the bottom of the door instead of the top, like someone is kicking it with their foot. Because that's exactly what's happening.]
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[What are you doing, Beel.]
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WEEK 3 - SUNDAY MORNING
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One large coffee obtained from the cafe later, he ventures out onto the beach in an effort to collect himself...only to find Beelzebub there.
The coffee mug is immediately dropped to the sand.
It's played in his head so many times- seeing Beelzebub be torn open from within, and the guttural scream that came with it as Lobelia rose from the bloody mess left behind. If Temenos hadn't seen Beelzebub pieced back together and breathe right before his eyes, he would think he's seeing a ghost wandering the beach right now.
This time, however, he doesn't have to follow the lingering spirit of someone dear to him. He can run up and call out:]
Beelzebub!
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this is a demon icon but it's fine he isn't changing
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WEEK 4 - THURSDAY NIGHT >> CURFEW
once the portions have slimmed down, Beel's minds quickly move onto other things. What would be good right now after all that healthy food---
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Ah.
He has just the thing in mind. But he remembers who he wanted to take with him. Hopefully Temenos wasn't too tipsy on wine.
Beelzebub quietly skirts through the crowd to tug against Temenos's sleeve with one hand, leaning down to try and keep his tone low against the murmur (or yelling, who knows what's happening atm) of the others.]
Baizhu's running out. I'm going to go to get ice cream before it gets too late and the buffet gets locked up.
Do you want to come with?
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He’s taking a break from the party games to listen to a musical performance when Beelzebub approaches him. Tipping his head when he feels a tug on his sleeve, he smiles and nods at the suggestion.]
I would love to.
[The two of them had agreed to meet over ice cream again sometime, and now is as good of a time as any. He’s beginning to grow weary of all the socialization anyway.
He shifts to link his arm with Beelzebub’s.]
Shall we?
can't believe they inhaled each other's tongues BEFORE this thread, happy pride
HAPPY PRIDE
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WEEK 4 - POST TRIAL
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The cleric himself appears in the entryway soon enough, and it is immediately clear that he has already tended to his wounds. Minor cuts are all that remain, much like the one that got Kanon caught in the first place.
He locks eyes with Beelzebub, his expression just as cloudy as it was when they last parted.]
If we are getting in, then...I shall be but a moment.
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WEEK 5 - POST TRIAL
There is a kittybot nearby, just out of reach to actually be touched but routinely depositing snacks. Beelzebub, behind the stone bars, is pacing back and forth, occasionally reaching through the bards to grab whatever is handed to him and shove it into his mouth in the midst of his pacing.
He doesn't notice his company.]
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Temenos enters the cave, holding a plate in his hands. It's covered to keep the heat in, but it's still unmistakably a cheeseburger under that lid. He looks utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally, but he still smiles when he lays eyes on Beelzebub. Not because he's happy to see him such a situation, but...because he figures Beel would rather see a smile than yet another look of grief.]
Beel.
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