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.

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[callmemeibe]

"For some of us, yes. But ironically, I believe the ones most likely to profit from such mistakes are the ones least likely to overstretch the World's reach," Mortimer responds, raising a brow. "At least, that is my guess."

That draws a smile to Death's blue-tinged lips. "I very much doubt the majority of my fellows plan that far in advance. With the exception of Eighteen, of course."

[leftbehindagain]

"It'd be one heck of a long-term plan, if any of them could pull it off, but that's a lot to bet on." He's also not sure he'd want to see the end results of a Moon Intensifies series of wins, really.

[callmemeibe]

"Indeed," Death agrees, raising a brow. "But many of us have bet on far weaker odds."

He shifts in his seat, then, finally standing up from the electric chair and taking a few steps toward Naoki. "Unless there's anything else pressing that needs to be addressed, I should probably send you back. Your friends will surely be missing you."

[leftbehindagain]

"...No, I think that's everything, at least for now."

If something else comes up, Naoki will find a way to ask it. But as things currently stand, the only question he hasn't raised is one he's pretty sure wouldn't be answered directly, so he won't put Death on the spot with it.

[callmemeibe]

Death frowns. "Very well. But if you do find you have a question, and I am not involved in Liminal Creation, you need but ask for me, and I will meet with you."

He holds out his bony hand to Naoki, politely. "It has been a pleasure, Mister Konishi. I wish you a great deal of luck."

[leftbehindagain]

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

Handshakes still aren't something Naoki's really used to, but he does return it. "Thank you. I think we're both going to need it."

[callmemeibe]

As Mortimer releases Naoki's hand, Naoki will feel the familiar pull of a portal sucking him out - or rather, in. He'll arrive in Liminal Space just as neatly as he was pulled out of it.