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[72demons]

[ solomon is in what looks to be a library, dimly-lit and obviously in need of a lot of work-- but he doesn't seem to mind. indeed, he's seated at a dusty table surrounded by books that, while in relative good condition, have still seen better days. he's apparently read most of them, because markers are visible sticking out of the pages, and the king himself is curled in his chair with another open on his lap.

he glances up, a little owl-eyed, offering a faintly distracted smile as he holds the book up. it's hard to see the title in the light, especially as he sets it back down on his lap. ]

I've been catching up with everything that's happened since I lived, and-- [ his smile brightens. ] My goodness, science developed by leaps and bounds, didn't it? I have to admit, I'm particularly interested right now in evolution and-- genetics and-- [ he glances back down at his book. ] --DNA. [ he glances back up again, fingers curling over the cover of the book. ] I think these books are mostly considered classics, though. They seem to have landmark papers and discoveries in them, but not a great deal that's newer. Does anyone know if I can find more information elsewhere..?

[ he reaches out, tapping the tablet. ] On this, perhaps? [ because while he knows god, he also knows that there is a process and a science behind what god does, what magic does, what everything is. he likes finally having a few answers, and the means to perhaps find more.

he starts to say something else-- then abruptly sneezes, sending dust into the air and looking a little sheepish. ] Oh dear. I think even my extraordinarily extensive library back home was cleaner than this one, and I had books stacked on the floor. [ he closes his book, coughing and waving more dust away as he rises. ] I know the focus has been on other areas, given the nature of this place, but Kevin, if you're listening, I don't suppose you know where I might find a broom..? I think you and Mr Nightray hoard the cleaning supplies..

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[inhumanity]

[Hey, it's a not-golem, looking a bit pouty because why do you have to be researching science, guy-who-otherwise-seems-nice? Why?] Sounds dull. Is dull. You ought to research song instead. Genetics might be the key to the body but song is the key to the soul. Isn't that far grander? I can help you with that.

[And he could technically help with studying genetics but he doesn't want to.]

[72demons]

[ he startles into a laugh at the pout, shaking his clothing out to rid himself of the dust and dirt. ] I think it's interesting. And I have a lot to catch up on.

[ a slight pause, then he smiles a little helplessly. ] I know more about the soul than anyone should ever know. Still, I do love music, and I have a lot of that to catch up on, too.

[inhumanity]

[Christopher brightens. No questions about what Solomon knows about the soul. He has no desire to know the answers to those questions.] Still, what a dull place to start. Why begin with genetics when you can learn songs like "Spice Up Your Life" and "Putting on the Ritz"? It's just a better option.

[72demons]

Well.. I suppose because I like knowing where I'm from. [ he touches fingertips to his chest. ] Not just my soul, but.. what processes God put in place in the world that I was born. [ why something like him was born in the first place. ]

--But what's a Ritz, though? And why would one wear it..?

[inhumanity]

[The answer surprises him, and it shows in widening eyes. It sounds strange. Familiar. Like the same song in another key.] I don't know much about God, but you should give credit to Mother Nature. You result from the haphazard genius of billions of years. [With a bright kindness, offers a cheerful answer.] You existence is nothing more or less than a meaningless accident of collisions. [celebratory hands in the air] In that sense, you're like the universe itself!

Oh, but the Ritz is a hotel. Do they have those in your day?

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[sorrowfulcry]

Figures you'd be a bookworm. And interested in that subject too.

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[72demons]

[ he laughs brightly. ] Well, I didn't have much else to do but read when I was chained. I guess I've retained my love for it. You don't think science is interesting?

[sorrowfulcry]

[chained?]

No, I don't. It's only ever caused problems for me and my comrades. [not the full story, but Heat's not Gale and doesn't care for details]

[72demons]

[ he blinks, curious, head tilting. ] What kind of problems..?

[sorrowfulcry]

Problems that don't involve you, dumbass.

Besides, just look around you. It's already causing problems here, and people still expect it to be their solution? [he scoffs because WE ALL KNOW HOW WELL THAT TURNED OUT IN DDS surprisingly well, actually, but hahah Heat's canon point doesn't let him know this]

[senseandcecilbility]

[Guess who responds immediately. And why is Solomon on the network again?]

W-We are not hoarding them per se, we... [Well, maybe they are a little.] Would you like me to come over?

[Solomon and science, though. Kevin wonders if his heart can take it.]

[72demons]

Not if you're busy. I don't want to take you away from what you might be doing. [ he sneezes again. ] I can manage a broom. [ who do you think cleaned his little space before he had dantalion to tease into it? ]

[senseandcecilbility]

[A-And now Solomon is talking to the devil again.]

No, no. I am not busy at all. I shall be there in a minute.

[It is all his fault, really. He should have made the library a top priority during his cleaning frenzy. Now Solomon is dying of allergies and talking to the devil, and Kevin has only himself to blame.]

[72demons]

[ uriel you're ridiculous and solomon will tell you that. ]

Are you sure? [ he squints at the feed. ] You're not just saying that, are you?

[senseandcecilbility]

[Ridiculous or not, Kevin has already turned off the feed. Solomon might hear hurried footsteps down the corridor.]

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[individualist]

You're certainly keeping yourself busy, I see.

[72demons]

[ he brightens warmly at the sight of lucifer. ] Well, there's an awful lot to catch up on, after all.

[individualist]

Humanity has accomplished much since you last saw of them, I would imagine. Even the technology here is far above the last I saw of their capabilities, scientifically speaking.

[72demons]

The technology here is extremely impressive. I mean, coming from the time I'm from, yes. [ he smiles, as warm and fond as ever. ] You've been well?

[individualist]

With the passing of the season into the New Year, I'm in much higher spirits. The month prior isn't a time of year I'm particularly fond of.

And what of you, save for your attempt at bleeding your current residence dry of knowledge?

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[tergiversant]

[Rufus Barma hadn't taken to the library, it was a bit too large, a bit too accessible. Instead, the notable holes in Solomon's own selections were because someone had removed them entirely, taking them to a guest study. When the transmission went out, Solomon very quickly answered where he was...]

I suppose then, thou art the one with the copy of On the Origin of Species.

[72demons]

[ he perks up thoughtfully, then shuffles through the books on the table until he finds the one in question, holding it up. there are a lot of bits of string and paper apparently marking pages in it, so he's already been through it.

he offers a bright smile. ] I am. Would you like to borrow it? It was an interesting read, though.. [ he sets it down, shuffling through some of the other books he has piled up around him. ] .. there seems to be some debate about how accurate it is. I haven't gotten far enough yet to sort out what everyone decides, but I'm certain I'll find it eventually.

[tergiversant]

Indeed, though debates within and without the practice differ upon grounds of philosophy. It hath been displeasing to read of the opinions without the source.

I take it thou art in the process of researching our situation rather than thy leisure.

[72demons]

A little of both. I'm still recovering, and I have a great deal of history to catch up on, given the time I'm from, so it's been a good way to pass the time until I'm useful.

[tergiversant]

A pity, that one should consider such merely a passage of time.