Conversation Space: The Ultimate

[powersthatbe]

You feel as if you've stepped through a door.

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[powersthatare]

"Greetings," a quiet voice rasps, and a heavily bandaged figure in a tattered coat is suddenly present, standing just across the island, on the other side of the hammock. Not an inch of skin is visible, and the figure's even, unblinking stair is mildly disturbing.

[sharkened]

The voice already makes him jump, but as he turns around the only possible reaction to seeing a fully bandaged man and his stare is: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHH!?!"

[powersthatare]

The man does not flinch. One bandaged brow slowly lifts.

[sharkened]

The scream goes on for a good while before the boy eventually goes silent... and pulls his hat on his face in a failed attempt at hiding. "D-Don't hurt me..."

[powersthatare]

"Very well."

[sharkened]

Kazuichi's about to beg again, but the words throw him off and he just stares at the man for a moment. "Y-You're agreeing just like that? What's the catch? You can't just agree to something that a stranger asks so easily!"

[powersthatare]

"I did not bring you here to hurt you." The voice, still raspy, is utterly calm.

[sharkened]

That sounds promising, he has to admit... but he'll continue being cautious as he continues his questions. "... then why did you bring me here?"

[powersthatare]

"We brought you to represent us in a game," he says, evenly.

[sharkened]

... and now it's starting to sound bad again.

"Wh... What kind of a game? And who's 'We'?"

[powersthatare]

"Myself and my colleagues... but I am the one who chose you to represent me. We seek to see ourselves reflected in the cosmos... and so, I wish you to be yourself."

[sharkened]

He and his colleagues. Well, there's one group he's aware of that this could refer to.

"The Trumps are making their move? You're a...?" Are all of you that scary is what he wishes to add, but doesn't. "Which one?"

[powersthatare]

The figure studies him a moment in polite incomprehension. Then a light dawns in his eyes, and he chuckles. "You may call me Don Orlea. Your traveling companions, I suspect, will tell you what that means."

[sharkened]

Kazuichi frowns. That name definitely doesn't ring a bell to him. Then again, he doesn't have much knowledge on their hosts anyway, since he wasn't that long around before being dumped into a dungeon.

"I'd rather hear answers from you, since you dragged me to this island in the first place."

[powersthatare]

"Unfortunately, I do not know many answers. Some might say I know none at all."

[sharkened]

"... then why did you drag me here if you don't have any answers? That doesn't make any sense."

[powersthatare]

"I wished to see your questions."

[sharkened]

Kazuichi looks pretty unimpressed.

"You're a weird guy."

[powersthatare]

"Yes. We are alike."

[sharkened]

"Hey! Are you saying I'm weird?" Wow, rude much? ... though he can't entirely deny that either to be honest.

[powersthatare]

"You are mine because we are alike. We share an approach."

[sharkened]

"Are you guys going around claiming Travelers now?" Things have changed since he's been gone. This wasn't something that was a thing before. At least so that he paid attention. "What approach?"

[powersthatare]

"No approach."

[sharkened]

Kazuichi opens his mouth... and then closes it. He can't think of a reply to that.

"Okay, so what does being 'yours' imply?"

[powersthatare]

An eyebrow raises. Kazuichi can probably see the reply coming.

"Nothing."