Death nods, relaxing his shoulders slightly. "Good. Then let me tell you of my idioms and your other teammates. Then I can explain how I can help you." He takes a swig of his own drink, as if to clear a parched throat. "What do you know of Tarot?"
Felih hums curiously. "Tarot... in my realm, there are such cards used for Divination, though the deck I am acquainted with is likely not the same as yours. It seems very few worlds share such things in common," he murmurs, tail idly swishing as he considers the people he's met so far, and how different their worlds all seemed.
His ears are perked up and face forwards intently, quite curious.
"Not the same, but similar," he answers with a bit of a grim smile. "Knowing of Tarot only makes the process a bit easier, that is all. But to your teammates, first. Your other teammates still in ambit are Daniel Cross, Taleenya Flyleaf, Naoki Konishi, Malik Al-Sayf, Matthew Swift, Yosuke Hanamura, and Malin Lindberg. I have no doubt you will meet them soon. Your teammates out of ambit are October Daye, Natasha Romanoff, and Jun Ushiro."
Felih listens carefully, trying to commit the names to memory in the event he meets them. He knows it's more likely he'll meet them all eventually.
"I see. Well, I'll be sure to try to make nice with them," he replies after a moment, considering it all carefully. A team... well, that gives him something to work with. He won't have to feel too alone, at least- he hopes they're all pleasant.
"Now, what does 'out of ambit' mean? 'Ambit' I take to mean 'present in this place'- but if the pieces aren't here, then where are they?"
"Matthew doesn't like me very much," he answers, almost an amused smirk on his face. "The others seem to like me well enough. I try to remain honest and helpful to everyone, within the bounds of the rules."
Mortimer nods carefully. "Essentially, though you are... missing a few key elements I am unable to discuss. Needless to say, they won't be showing up in Liminal Space unless a dungeon brings them back, usually."
Felih tilts his head. "Why not?" he asks, curious as ever, before considering his other answer.
"I... see," he says, though he can't help but wonder what it is that Mortimer can't tell him. He sighs and shakes his head, before considering something.
"There's... something else I'd like to ask you. You- all of you Arcana- have immense, incredible power. You took beings from all universes and worlds, even those that could be called gods, and you subjected them to your will, your game. You can do anything- can't you?"
"I do not subject anyone to my will, Felih." Death's sunken eyes harden then. "I find that assertion rather insulting, actually. And to answer your question - no, I can't do anything. I can only do what Death is capable of doing. It may seem a lot, to mortals, but it is not limitless."
At Felih's last question, Death seems a little sad for Felih's sake, and a bony hand gently presses against his chosen's shoulder. "It is possible for Haurchefant to be chosen as a Traveler. But it is not up to me to choose whom is brought here; that is all by Fortune's design. I can only mark beings for my team when they are here. I do not wish to lie to you: I think it is a very small chance. But it is a chance. That's... all I can tell you, really."
Felih's ears pin back quickly with shame when Death chastises him. "Apologies," he murmurs, tail tucked between his legs. "I- I simply..."
He was a desperate and broken soul, but his pride won't let him admit that out loud.
The kind touch to his shoulder has some tension easing out of him, though the misery lingers. The mention of his beloved's name stirs an ache in his heart, old and stubborn, and he blinks back tears. So there is truly so little a chance... He is likely to truly be parted from his fiance forever.
"I- I just... we barely had time," he says quietly, shaking his head before murmuring, "I... will do my best. I suppose it's all I can do- to try and find my way home."
To the plane where his lover's soul will one day greet him with a smile.
Death sighs, then, rubbing his temple a little. "I didn't mean to take out my frustrations on you. It's just that... many of the Travelers seem to think I enjoy this. Taking people from their universes to use as soldiers in a war, or pieces in a game, or... whatever analogy you wish to make. I don't. I enjoy seeing you learn, and transform, and recreate, and change. But if keeping you here in Liminal Space is the price I have to pay for it, I would sooner send you back home."
He pats Felih's shoulder, and adds, "If I have my way, you will see him again. Whether he is chosen as a Traveler and brought here, or your life ends and you join him Beyond... you'll see him again.
Felih's ears remain flat, drooping against his hair as he nods.
"I- it's a comfort, to hear you say that. Knowing that not all Arcana see us as toys to play with is... good. It makes being here more bearable," he murmurs. "I'm glad I was marked by you. I've heard less pleasant things about others already."
"...thank you." His heart aches. "...I just wish to hold him again."
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His ears are perked up and face forwards intently, quite curious.
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"I see. Well, I'll be sure to try to make nice with them," he replies after a moment, considering it all carefully. A team... well, that gives him something to work with. He won't have to feel too alone, at least- he hopes they're all pleasant.
"Now, what does 'out of ambit' mean? 'Ambit' I take to mean 'present in this place'- but if the pieces aren't here, then where are they?"
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Mortimer nods carefully. "Essentially, though you are... missing a few key elements I am unable to discuss. Needless to say, they won't be showing up in Liminal Space unless a dungeon brings them back, usually."
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"I... see," he says, though he can't help but wonder what it is that Mortimer can't tell him. He sighs and shakes his head, before considering something.
"There's... something else I'd like to ask you. You- all of you Arcana- have immense, incredible power. You took beings from all universes and worlds, even those that could be called gods, and you subjected them to your will, your game. You can do anything- can't you?"
His ears are pinned back, but he asks softly,
"...can't you bring my mate back?"
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At Felih's last question, Death seems a little sad for Felih's sake, and a bony hand gently presses against his chosen's shoulder. "It is possible for Haurchefant to be chosen as a Traveler. But it is not up to me to choose whom is brought here; that is all by Fortune's design. I can only mark beings for my team when they are here. I do not wish to lie to you: I think it is a very small chance. But it is a chance. That's... all I can tell you, really."
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He was a desperate and broken soul, but his pride won't let him admit that out loud.
The kind touch to his shoulder has some tension easing out of him, though the misery lingers. The mention of his beloved's name stirs an ache in his heart, old and stubborn, and he blinks back tears. So there is truly so little a chance... He is likely to truly be parted from his fiance forever.
"I- I just... we barely had time," he says quietly, shaking his head before murmuring, "I... will do my best. I suppose it's all I can do- to try and find my way home."
To the plane where his lover's soul will one day greet him with a smile.
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He pats Felih's shoulder, and adds, "If I have my way, you will see him again. Whether he is chosen as a Traveler and brought here, or your life ends and you join him Beyond... you'll see him again.
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"I- it's a comfort, to hear you say that. Knowing that not all Arcana see us as toys to play with is... good. It makes being here more bearable," he murmurs. "I'm glad I was marked by you. I've heard less pleasant things about others already."
"...thank you." His heart aches. "...I just wish to hold him again."