Conversation Space I.

[powersthatbe]

The room is small, intimate. You are alone. There is no sign of a way in or out. Ping-pong balls crunch underfoot, and empty giftboxes, meticulously wrapped and ribboned, are lined up against one wall, while a humming wall of server blades are racked on the opposite wall. A high-backed, gilt chair with red velvet cushions faces an ornate, full-length mirror, and beside the chair is a mug of steaming hot chocolate on a tiny side table, steaming invitingly from beneath a layer of fifteen half-melted marshmallows.

What do you do?

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[virioncomplex]

That sounds pointless, but he's more concerned with what else she says.

"You kidnapped us. None of us were given a choice here. What makes you think any one us here would be willing to trust any of you?" He's less hissy now, but he's not relaxed either. "You still haven't explained what you want from me. Work with me how?"

[callmemeibe]

She actually seems rather hurt by his words, and grasps onto one of his arms with a gentle hand as her voice takes on a pleading sound, even in whispers. "Each of you were selected by chance, master Faed. The rules for this round clearly stated that sentient beings with drive were to be selected at random. We didn't kidnap any of you."

Her delicate fingers slowly trace down Faed's arm to gently grasp at his hand. "I only want... to help you. I want to spread beauty, comfort, delight. I need my ideals upheld so that I may win the tournament. If my husband or I win this... you can go home, but you will never be without your found family here."

[virioncomplex]

Hurtful or no, he stands by them. He can't afford to feel sympathy right now. "You are still using us. All of you. We still don't have a choice." It's hard to say if he'd have come willingly at the point he'd been taken him from. He didn't give a shit about his own life let alone anyone else's back then, but he'd wanted so desperately to run from everything.

He practically laughs at the absurdity of it. "Lady... I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm not beautiful, I tend to make everyone uncomfortable by existing, and I'm hardly a delight to be around."

[callmemeibe]

"But you will decide everything, now. You do have choices - you have been making them since the beginning. You Travelers will decide the fate of the World."

As he continues speaking, Mei’s face grows very worried. Slowly, she reaches up and presses a warm hand to his cheek, a comforting gesture meant only to soothe - though she does seem to wish him to look at her as she whispers. "I measure beauty by more than the surface, Faed. There is beauty within you - I’ve seen it myself. What of the companions you’ve built, or the bonds you’ve made here? Are they not also beautiful, in their own way?"