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[puzzlekeeper]

[ He hasn't set up a voicemail.

Figure it out. ]

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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Not to worry, King. As if sensing his presence, the Ferris wheel will slow to a complete stop. And on the topmost carriage, it's clear that something white is resting on one of the seats.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Smiling a little to himself. ]

Of course.

[ Slifer glides over and stops just in front of the carriage door, so King can pull it open and step inside.

He seats himself opposite the envelope and opens it. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[There are another three puzzle pieces.

A card that should be very familiar to King.

But no note. No text scribbled on the card to indicate the next location.

Just a square of red silk padding the envelope that is warm to the touch.]

[puzzlekeeper]

. . .

[ He brings the silk square up to his lips for a moment, savoring the warmth of it. ]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ And then he stands, summoning Slifer back.

He has a cathedral to get to. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[The doors to the cathedral are wide open when they arrive, and every single one of the candles have been re-lit.

Certainly, this is 0% surprising to King]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ If only he'd know how much return he'd get on those candles when he summoned a demon with them all that time ago. But there was truly no way to foresee this.

He steps inside quietly, eyes darting around the cathedral. The square of silk still clutched in one hand. ]

Intensity . . . ?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[It doesn't seem like anyone else is in the cathedral besides King. At least, not at the moment anyway.

Between the pews, the red fabric has been refurbished and replaced. Still warmed by FiN magic, it leads all the way up to the altar where there is also red fabric draped. A variety of golden roses also lines the edges of the altar. If touched, they are made of pliant metal that won't cut skin (unless one really wants to try). And several golden rose petals are scattered around one frame that is the perfect size to assemble the gathered puzzles pieces.

And lastly, one more white envelope is placed in the currently empty center of the frame.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ This is getting increasingly elaborate for a typical game, isn't it . . . ?

He stoops down to pick up one of the golden roses, twirling it between his fingers.

(He's definitely keeping these, for the record.)

He turns his attention back to the task at hand, though -- placing the rose next to the puzzle frame and picking up the last envelope. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[It sure is something. Whatever this is.

Inside the envelope is:

The final puzzle piece

One very familiar card. First edition, not that it matters as much here in Imeeji

]

[[The final puzzle when assembled]]

1/

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He puts the puzzle together in record time -- of course he does -- and peers down at the message curiously-- ]

[puzzlekeeper]

[puzzlekeeper]

done

[puzzlekeeper]

[ ?!!!?!?!?!!?!?!?! ]

What . . .



[ help ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Behind him is the sound of the cathedral doors shutting and a familiar voice:]

If I had known you can fly now, I would have added one more round.

[If King turns around, Intensity will be dressed at least for the occasion]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He whips around like Intensity's arrival is somehow a surprise, but in his defense, he's in shock. ]

Intensity--?!

[ holy shit ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He walks up the aisle, calmly readjusting his cuff links. The best part about not framing his proposal as a question is he also doesn't have to wait for an answer.

Genius.]

Yes?

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Why . . . is this so hot.

He just stands there and gapes for a moment, flushed. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Is that an invitation? It sure looks like an invitation.

Once he makes it to the altar, he leans down toward that adorably flustered face and kisses him.

One-upping never felt so good.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Both hands shoot up to clutch Intensity's face as he kisses back, standing on his tip-toes to get closer.

Being one-upped never felt so good. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[. . . Cute. Adorable, really.

Kissing will continue until one (King) or both of them are breathless. Can't let his guard down to give King even the slightest chance to turn the tables.

And with one hand resting at the small of King's back to keep him on his tip toes:]

We have one more stop when you're ready.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He pulls back just a little, laughing, light-headed. He doesn't release his grip, though. ]

I haven't given my answer yet.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Oh really?

I hadn't realized I'd asked a question.

[puzzlekeeper]

Too bad, because you need to realize what you're asking.

[ His fingers tighten against Intensity's face ]

I accept. I'll stand toe-to-toe with you, forever. That means if you become King of Hell or God himself, I'll still be right here, and you won't be able to pry me or send me away, no matter what you do.

1/3

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Sir.

Sir, what did he just mentally say about not letting King turn the tables?












THIS IS KING TURNING THE TABLES!]