Conversation Space: The Ultimate

[powersthatbe]

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

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[tonant]

Ochre's spent a lot of time in various echo realms, so when the voices chattering in his head cut off, he has a good feels as for what he's about to face.

The drastic change in location does a lot for that, too.

"Hello?"

Just don't let this echo, or whatever they're called here, be a shitty one.

[giveme]

"Hello, Ochre. Or would you rather 'Kanji?'"

A woman with many arms gradually fades into view in front of Ochre. In one hand she loosely holds a spear. She presses another pair of hands together, palm to palm, and bows to him.

[tonant]

"Ochre." He returns gesture, pulling his shield off of his back and setting it, tip down, on the ground, bowing over it.

Caretaker had at least taught him the basics of manners.

"You're Strength?"

Not that many manners, though.

[giveme]

"Yes," she says. "You may call me Durga. If you wish. Have you been told of Synodiporia?"

[tonant]

"That what this place is called?"

He- hasn't been given it's name yet.

[giveme]

"This place is called my conversation space. I built it myself," she adds, a proud smile on her lips.

[tonant]

That- hadn't been what he'd meant, but okay, he can roll with that.

"Like those rooms people're makin' out there? Or's there somethin' weird about this place?"

[giveme]

She nods. "Exactly like. We are unused to that which remains static. Except perhaps Pendu. But it is interesting."