"Do you mean that literally or figuratively? No, wait, both, probably." She sips her wine. "It's been a while. I guess I'm looking for new riddles. And, um, sorry about the breaking and entering. Well, okay, mostly sorry about Malik being a punk."
"Well yeah," Thorne says. "So. I hope I've done well? I mean, with trying to figure out Liminal Space and all. I want to understand things. To figure out how and what we are--and what we're becoming. We're amphibious, aren't we? Like you are, but to a lesser degree. Liminal Space shapes us as we shape it.
"Amphibious." She seems to taste the word, and then laughs a ringing, clear laugh after it. "What an intriguing observation. And is it not so in every world, Liminal or Corporeal?"
"Well sure," Thorne says. "All mortals like us live both in the physical and mental world--but here, the mental is physical. And you guys--you don't see the difference, do you? Fortuna didn't. And if we stop seeing them as different, we can start doing the things you do. At least that's how I think of it.
"I still want to help you win," Thorne adds. "As much as I want any of you guys to win? Despite what that Jolie kid thinks, a reality that reflects you sounds pretty good to me. But... that's not really what I'm after here. Helping you win would be fine--but it's not what my goal is. I want us--us, the Travelers--to level up, I guess. Because what's in you is in us too, isn't it? Just-- more limited. Because we're younger and smaller."
She flushes. "Yeah, sorry, I didn't mean to turn that into a speech. And maybe it's stupid to announce my intentions like that, but it feels like that if any of you guys would appreciate us finding new capabilities inside ourselves, it would be you. And you know enough about secrets not to tell the others."
"Even if we can establish ourselves as the Minor Arcana," Thorne translates, "you're still going to see us as pieces and keep playing. So there's really nothing we can do about that?"
"I'm not one to say 'nothing' casually," she says, sounding critical. "Say instead, that alone is not enough, and what could make your effort transcend the game is a mystery... even to me."
"... oh man," Thorne says. "I'm not sure where to start answering that question. Do you mean individual games? Types of games? Mind games? Pretend games? Sports? Just how strictly are games being defined? The answer is quite possibly way too many to reasonably count."
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Do you want to set this now instead of just before the Liminal Carol?
Either's fine by me.
I think I like now/after better
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"I still want to help you win," Thorne adds. "As much as I want any of you guys to win? Despite what that Jolie kid thinks, a reality that reflects you sounds pretty good to me. But... that's not really what I'm after here. Helping you win would be fine--but it's not what my goal is. I want us--us, the Travelers--to level up, I guess. Because what's in you is in us too, isn't it? Just-- more limited. Because we're younger and smaller."
She flushes. "Yeah, sorry, I didn't mean to turn that into a speech. And maybe it's stupid to announce my intentions like that, but it feels like that if any of you guys would appreciate us finding new capabilities inside ourselves, it would be you. And you know enough about secrets not to tell the others."
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She looks down at her cup. "Can I still ask for new riddles, Shekinah?"
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(It cheers her more than it probably should to hear fondness in her patron's voice.)
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