Conversation Space: The Ultimate

[powersthatbe]

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

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[powersthatare]

"I'm an archetype. One of many, who seek to become more than we are. We need your kind of help because... mm, because you're suited to it, and because it suits us too. But right now, you're here to sit, to drink, and to ask me questions, and I'm here to answer. As well as I care to."

[tookashirototheknee]

He doesn't feel suited to much of anything anymore but he does take a couple steps into the room, eyeing the gold chair. "So, if you're an archetype, what kind of one are you? Do you have a name? Are there other archetypes around?"

[powersthatare]

"I have many names. I'm Joan, Hathor, Prosperina, The Queen of the Night. I am all my names, and none of them. I am She That Walks Unseen. And I am one of Seventeen who Are, Twenty-one who Were, and an uncounted number who Came Before."

[tookashirototheknee]

"That's... a lot of names." A pause. "What would you like me to call you? Also, seventeen and twenty one of what?"

He stops for a moment, shuffling in his place. "Er, sorry. I have a lot of questions. I'm Matt, but if you brought me here, you probably know that. Or if this is the afterlife, you certainly know that."

[powersthatare]

"Joan will do. And I've brought you here to ask me your questions."

[tookashirototheknee]

"I have a lot of those." He pauses. "So, um. Joan. I doubt you brought me here to pile questions on you. I mean, ok, I'm not really doing much at the moment, and if you're really that bored, I guess a random person peppering you with questions is better than nothing, but...."

He takes a breath. "Uh, sorry. Anyway, so why do you need me?" They can start there.

[powersthatare]

"Like any source of light, to be focused and reflected, I am in need of mirrors," the voice says. "You are one such."

[tookashirototheknee]

"I'm a mirror?" He sounds very incredulous. "Honestly, at the moment, I am far from shiny. Or really far from useful." He could probably polish that mirror, but that's about it.

A moment passes. "So, if I'm the mirror in spite of everything, where am I reflecting the light to? Where are we illuminating?"

[powersthatare]

"All of existence."

[tookashirototheknee]

"Ah. So I'm reflecting a disembodied voice to the entire... universe? Multiverse?" He can't help it. His sarcastic streak is coming out.

"I guess it could be worse. Just... if I have any say in it, can I please request no cells or grey glop for food?" A pause. "Do I even get requests?" Another pause. "Can I have some new clothes?"