Conversation Space: The Ultimate

[powersthatbe]

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

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[sagetime]

"Learn. Keep secrets. Think deeply. Do not be rushed, and do not be open with yourself."

[fawkestheories]

Shaun was quiet a few moments. "And if I don't?"

Hey he had to know what he was really getting into.

[sagetime]

"Then I will lose," he said simply.

[fawkestheories]

"Lose what?" Shaun watched him, trying to figure out if he was lying or not. "And I'm still not sold in helping yet."

[sagetime]

"Synodiporia. The Great Game. It is how we determine which of us is to rule the next yom."

[fawkestheories]

Shaun's silent a moment thinking it over. "We still get free will and all that?"

[sagetime]

"An interesting question. The circumstances of the game are sometimes coercive. But we do not deny the capability of choice. There are only a few of us who would wish such a thing."

[fawkestheories]

Shaun listens and nods. "Fine, I'll help."

[sagetime]

"Thank you. If you wish, I believe I have time for one more query before I must revert to a less... verbal... state."

[fawkestheories]

Shaun's thinking a moment at that. "If I do decide to go home is there a way? Or is that all end game stuff?"

[sagetime]

"I'm afraid only the victor of our contest has sufficient power for such a feat," he says, and shudders. His eyes close, and when they open again, they are wolf-eyes.

[fawkestheories]

Shaun nods getting it. He's there until the end of the game it looks like. "Thank you for the information."

[powersthatare]

There's a green shimmer of light, and then, once again, a white yearling wolf sitting where the man had been a moment before. It bows its head, very formally, and sinks down onto the cushion, looking exhausted.

[fawkestheories]

Shaun chuckles a moment and reaches out to pet the wolf. "I'll do my best okay."

[powersthatare]

The wolfling pants happily - and then, Shaun is back in Liminal Space.