powersthatbe | Conversation Space IV.

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Conversation Space IV.

The small room is painted a dark beige, with stained wood paneling on the lower half, and lush burgundy carpeting. The ceiling, however, is cracked and bowed, sagging alarmingly, occasionally shedding chips of plaster. Wrought-iron lamp-posts in the corners suspend pale, wan globes of light, and between them along the walls run rows of painted sunflowers, all turned towards the center of the room as if listening attentively. A jutting spire of granite rises from the floor on a diagonal, its flattened top sporting a cracked wineglass from which the wine (a white) slowly spatters teardrops across the plinth. And there is no chair, but a therapist’s couch, blue with gold trim, and ornate scrollwork on the legs, beside which the fluted horn of a phonograph player pipes music into the room, quiet enough to just be background ambience.

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The figure who appears is wearing a bright, colorful mask, though the 'flesh' beneath it is indistinguishable from porcelain. The rest of the outfit is, perhaps, a little more familiar - a golden jumpsuit with a single black stripe down the sides, moving restlessly shifting his balance from foot to foot.

... this doesn't look like something that the incarnation of Tower would wear, so that's her worst fear assuaged. In fact, the golden color makes her think this must be...

"Are you Sun?" she asks. "I-- didn't expect you. I mean, you're Naoto-kun's. I'm not much like her, besides maybe the haircut."

"I am," the figure says, words holding a radiant cheer to them. "And she is mine, but I am not hers. You are honest, energetic, enthusiastic. You shine. You, too, are mine."

And for the first time since she came back from January, Chie's mouth curves to smile in delight. "I shine?"

It's true. What Kanji said that Chariot told him, that she was wanted, it's all true.

"Bright enough to be seen from afar," the gold-masked figure confirms.

"Have you been looking for me?"

Excuse her, Sun, she's still dumbfounded that someone wants her.

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"For one such as you," Sun concedes. "We do not see... all the way into the worlds we draw from, to know who we will receive."

"Oh," Chie says. "But when we get here, that's when you see us? So before then, do you just draw and hope you get the right people?"

"This time," the figure says, a little wryly. "That is one reason Phase One went on as long as it did."

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"This time? Wait, so you've played this before? Does how you pick people change depending on when you're playing?"

"That's right. Good catch."

She grins at him. "I guess I'm pretty good at, well, guessing stuff."

"And that is part of why you were chosen. The instinct to lean in the direction of Truth."

"Right," she says. "Truth is one of your things. I guess that's why you have Naoto too?"

She kicks her legs against the couch a bit. "So... I'd ask more questions, but I think a lot of them have been answered by other people and other... Arcana? Honestly, I like that better than 'Trumps.' Easier to say. Um. I guess I wonder why you start playing? I mean, I guess at all but also this time around? Do you ever take breaks between rounds of the game?"

"This is but one of our pursuits," he acknowledges, nodding. "The most engaging, but not, to all of us, most valuable. As for why... for the same reason as the precession of the equinoxes. Because the World so aligns. It is... you might say... a seasonal event."

"That's when day and night are equal, right?" Chie says. "So... when you guys are all equal in power, that's when you start playing?"

She wrinkles her nose. "That... I dunno if that sounds right."

"It is... close. There are marker events, obvious to us but likely invisible to you, when our game comes into season."

"What kinds of events?" Chie asks.

"To quantify them in words is hardly simple. Landmarks. Keystones. Signs that the season is changing, when the season is a theme or idea which runs under all of reality."

"Does reality work like picking people for Synodiporia?" Chie asks. "I mean, that it depends on when?"

He tilts his head, puzzled by the question.

"I mean, you said how people get picked changes depending on when it's played," Chie says. "And you just said that the stuff under reality changes too. I just wondered if they were connected or it's just a lot of stuff changing all at once."

"Hm. A fair question," he allows, considering. "I would say... the two changes are connected, but they are not the same. They are like dawn and dusk."

"So they look a lot like each other and are sort of the same kind of thing, but not really?"

"Precisely."

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