Conversation Space: The Ultimate

[powersthatbe]

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

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[powersthatare]

"SAGE is both. Mortimer... is a more distant ally."

[otomechapilot]

She nods her comprehension, and offers her hand to shake. Hopefully he'll understand the gesture.

"Can I ask why you work with Mortimer?"

[powersthatare]

He mirrors the gesture, awkwardly, but stops short of actually making contact. "We are very different beings. But we have close allies in common."

[otomechapilot]

She'll turn it into a salute, then.

"What else do you think we'll need to know?" she asks.

[powersthatare]

He arches a bandaged eyebrow. "Nothing," he says, simply.

[otomechapilot]

"Then I'll just, how did she put it?"

She does a passable impression of a stern, clipped commander: "Keep my eyes peeled and head on a swivel."

Then she laughs. "Wish me luck, and show me where I need to go?" she asks.

[powersthatare]

"I wish you luck," he says, with formal stiffness, and then, "Look behind you."

Somewhere in the middle of the turn, the island seamlessly becomes the interior of a wooden horse, and the strange bandaged figure is gone.