Conversation Space III.

[powersthatbe]

A poured concrete floor and cinder block walls are lit by a single bare light bulb hanging overhead. Shackles dangle from brackets on every side, and the chair in the center of the room is clearly an electric chair. A tall glass sits on top of a stool made of what looks like pure gold - but the liquid inside it is almost definitely blood.

Comments

[stopinthenameofawe]

"Knowing what I'm helping you with is a weapon I could use against you?" This is said with intense disbelief, but if he's actually serious...

[powersthatare]

KNOWLEDGE IS POWER. IT IS WHY WE BLANKED YOUR SLATES ONCE BEFORE.

[stopinthenameofawe]

That's right. She feels like she heard about that. "We've learned too much before, you mean." Good. That means they can find out again.

[powersthatare]

YES. AND CHILDREN SEEKING FIRE WILL BE BURNED BY IT.

[stopinthenameofawe]

Did you have to use a fire metaphor? "What happens to everyone you didn't pick if you win, then? Or is that too dangerous too?"

[powersthatare]

THEY WILL BE GIVEN ONE CHANCE TO SUBMIT. WHEN THEY REFUSE IT... THEY WILL BE CAST INTO THE PIT.

[stopinthenameofawe]

"Charming." Not charming. She can think of at least once person she cares about that wouldn't submit of his own free will.

[powersthatare]

FINESSE AND POLITESSE ARE NO PART OF MINE.

[stopinthenameofawe]

"Of course." She's feeling more and more pissed that he picked her. Not that any of them are good options, but seriously? "Can I go now?"

[powersthatare]

CAN YOU?

Its tone is gloating, mocking... but also, curious.

[stopinthenameofawe]

Melissa eyes zie, not at all sure if she can. But she tries very hard to teleport and be anywhere but here.

[powersthatare]

It does not work. But the moment after she registers its failure, she reappears in Liminal Space, just where she had vanished from.