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powersthatbe) wrote2016-11-25 03:12 pm
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Conversation Space III.
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.
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Death whips his hand, and a clean white handkerchief with skull lace trim appears in it. He gently twists the fabric in his bony fingers, offering it to Toby by holding it at arm's length toward her.
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She eyes the handkerchief dubiously, before glancing back up at his face. "Why," she asks after a moment, "didn't you want me to taste the blood?"
Despite his claims, she's not expecting anything approaching a truthful answer, but even a dodge or a lie will tell her more than she knows right now.
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"Because the bloodied chalice is Devil's contribution to this... admittedly ridiculous conversation space." He eyes the chains and goblet of blood with distaste - interesting since he seems perfectly comfortable in his electric chair. "I do not think you want to directly experience the mental patterns of a being who is seen across multiple worlds as evil incarnate. It would lead to adverse effects."