Conversation Space: The Ultimate

[powersthatbe]

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

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[powersthatare]

They lead around the perimeter of the little island in a circle, but as she turns, there is now a figure - clad entirely in ragged bandages - standing beside the hammock and watching her curiously.

[elevatoravatar]

"There was a dog here, was there not? Where am I? Is this an ordeal?"

She tilts her head a bit, "You are not related to my master, are you?"

[powersthatare]

"I do not believe we are kin," the figure croaks, in a voice which only poorly approximates humanity. "Kindred spirits, perhaps. You may call me Don Orlea. Cynic... is no longer here. And it may indeed be an ordeal - or it may not."

[elevatoravatar]

"I have never met someone who openly confessed to being a Cynic. I am Elizabeth."

With that she bows formally, "Where is this place?"

[powersthatare]

"Why, nowhere."