Conversation Space IV.

[powersthatbe]

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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[powersthatare]

"Everything."

[chalicejoker]

Yes, this is ever so forthcoming. So much information here. "And if I don't?" There's a note of challenge in Hajime's tone.

[powersthatare]

"disaster," the voice speaks from around his knees, hissing its sibilants.

[chalicejoker]

"...is that a threat?" Hajime doesn't think much of threats.

[powersthatare]

"IT IS our nature."

[chalicejoker]

"And it's in my nature to not want to cooperate with people who are just trying to use me."

[powersthatare]

"THERE IS No escaping that," he says, chidingly, vexed, the ponderous figure swaying and turning on its heel. "WE Encompass all." Scarecrow-like, his long arms spread. "ALL MORTAL ENDEAVOR Serves one of us."

[chalicejoker]

Interesting. Very interesting, even if Hajime doesn't like it.

"Then why'd you pick me?" asks the apocalypse bug who immediately tried to attack before talking and would deny that any of this might be Tower-like. "I wasn't even myself when you did." No, he was just an old man that exemplified the worst he could be, that's all.

[powersthatare]

"YOU Are impulive."

[chalicejoker]

Hajime can't even argue that point--it would be kind of foolish after he'd tried to punch Tower. "...that's it?" If he's a bit suspicious, there are other reasons he'd guessed at. Aggression, the whole apocalypse thing he had going...

[powersthatare]

"IT Is ... foremost."

[chalicejoker]

Hajime scowls. "You just want someone who knows how to wreck things, to hell with consequences, then?"

[powersthatare]

"NO. CONSEQUENCES Are... everything."

[chalicejoker]

"The hell kind of consequences are you looking for, then?" Hajime is getting a little fed up with all the vagueness here.

[powersthatare]

"DISASTER. pandemonium."

He pauses, turns, then looks over his shoulder.

"revolution."

[chalicejoker]

Well, Hajime can understand that. "...the Apocalypse."

Nope. Nope. Noooooope.

[powersthatare]

"YES."

[chalicejoker]

"And if I won't?"

[powersthatare]

"THEN OTHERS Without my guidance will."

[chalicejoker]

"I'm not starting any apocalypses."

...if he can help it. If he can just keep fighting his fate...

[powersthatare]

"THEN YOU Court Your own disaster," it threatens, pointing one crooked, too-long finger at him.

[chalicejoker]

"Wouldn't be the first time." Nope, not budging.

[powersthatare]

"SO Be it," the figure says, and in a blinding flash of lightning, Hajime will find himself hurled back into Liminal Space.