Conversation Space: The Ultimate

[powersthatbe]

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

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Re: VII. The Chariot

[levelthreehooligan]

Pinya is almost too distracted by the visions she sees that she very nearly misses the voice.

The metallic horse runs at a blisteringly fast pace that seems effortless; though she has no real way of discerning the actual speed of which they are traveling.

"Welcome to.... where, exactly?" She asks.

Re: VII. The Chariot

[swinglow]

"Synodiporia," the horse replies.

Re: VII. The Chariot

[levelthreehooligan]

"That was no help whatsoever! Could you elaborate at all? Anything?" She gestures helplessly into the surrounding area.

Re: VII. The Chariot

[swinglow]

Sorry, Pinya, you came to the wrong Arcanum for that.

"Walking together. Fellow Travelers. Mortals call it the Mystic Journey?"

Re: VII. The Chariot

[levelthreehooligan]

I didn't come to anybody!

"Right. Okay well, what have you brought me here for then?"

Re: VII. The Chariot

[swinglow]

"To embody my idiom. Move ever forward."

Re: VII. The Chariot

[levelthreehooligan]

"Right, Well." Okay, she can... deal? with that?

Moving forward is all she can do, usually. War doesn't give you a great amount of time for introspection until after the fact. Even then the answer is usually "Take this on board going forward".

"Sure, I can do that. Is there anything else?"