Conversation Space: The Ultimate

[powersthatbe]

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

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[powersthatare]

NOT NOW. PERHAPS NOT EVER.

[rooktakesknight]

Hazel eyes narrow, and Jacob crosses his arms. "You can't keep me here, Mally."

[powersthatare]

THERE IS NO HERE.

[rooktakesknight]

"That's a load of crock, and there's a there for me to be if there's no here," Jacob argues, brow dropping in a scowl. "You've had your fun, now let me go."

[powersthatare]

THEN GO IF YOU WISH. BE ABOUT MY BUSINESS.

There is, now, a door - a brass elevator grille set into one wall, too shadowy on the other side to make out any details.

[rooktakesknight]

Jacob pauses, staring hard at the Devil. "What do you mean 'your business'? I don't work for you, Mally."

[powersthatare]

YOUR OBEDIENCE SERVES ME. YOUR DEFIANCE FEEDS ME. ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, YOUR WORK BENEFITS ME.