Conversation Space: The Ultimate

[powersthatbe]

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

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[helborn]

"Archetypical moon, then? ... Interesting." Someone he knows? Maybe. But he's not going to try to read the power level on someone so obviously powerful. He doesn't really want to be blinded, thanks. "Synodiporia... what's that mean?"

[iseethe]

"In Greek, it translates roughly literally to 'Walking Together.' More colloquially, 'Fellow Travelers.'"

[helborn]

"... Right. So where are we traveling to? And why?" He's kind of already busy traveling to Jupiter City.

[iseethe]

"Somewhere that Cairbre and Abaddon picked out," they say vaguely. "I don't tend to follow their matches closely."

[helborn]

"And they would be... whom, exactly? And how many others are traveling?"

[iseethe]

"The seventh and sixteenth," they say. "Do you wish to know active Travelers or those out of Ambit? Actively, there are nearly a hundred. Out of ambit, there are something like four or five hundred more."

[helborn]

"... I see. I meant more... how many of you." It'd be good to know what he's dealing with, at least.

[iseethe]

"Sixteen others remain," she says, studying her nails, which appear to be made of shell.

[helborn]

"You said 'matches'. So this is some kind of game?" If there's sixteen left... then that means a number have already been eliminated. Single elimination, maybe... or maybe some kind of other system that he doesn't know about. "What sort of things are involved in this?"

[iseethe]

"A tournament, yes. We send you to various worlds and bet on the outcomes."

[helborn]

"... And what sort of things are we supposed to do in those worlds? Fights to the death or something?"

[iseethe]

The Moon laughs, rich and throatily. "Not usually. There's always a chance that you may, but of all the worlds and scenarios on our short list, only a few involve copious amounts of murder." They cock their head to the side. "Why? Are you disappointed?"

[helborn]

He waves his hands in front of him. "Noooo. Not at all. I prefer talking over killing, honestly, I'm just trying to know what I'm in for. It's kind of stupid to head in unprepared."

Not that it's ever stopped him.

[iseethe]

Another laugh. Their hand reaches to touch his cheek. "How diligent of you."

[helborn]

He pulls back a little, Bob screeching and flapping and puffing up. "... Please don't touch me."

[iseethe]

Their hand drops, coming to rest on their hip.

[helborn]

He tries to pull his brain back to what he was just talking about. It's very difficult. "... Anyway. It's just the smart thing to do. I don't want other people getting hurt."

[iseethe]

"Mm. Kind as well."

[helborn]

"I... I just want to help people. Alive or dead... keeping the world safe is what I was born for." Not in so many words, but isn't fighting the Titans keeping the world safe? Isn't helping souls move on keeping the world safe? It's all the same.

[iseethe]

They laugh. "And yet you're one of mine. How amusing. But I suppose romantic ideals could be said to be in my domain. Tell me, Casper LeBlanc, is there anything that you might wish to ask of me?"

[helborn]

"Also occultism, in some ways. The veil between the seen and unseen."

Some other Arcana cover that too, but still. "What happens when the game is over?"

[iseethe]

"Mm. What indeed? That depends who wins, really."

[helborn]

"... Okay. Fine. What happens if you win?"

[iseethe]

"You'll be able to live a life you've only been able to dream of."

[helborn]

"... Just given to you?" He's not so sure that's a good thing.