Conversation Space: The Ultimax

[powersthatbe]

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

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[powersthatare]

"What is an option?" Orlea asks, tilting his head curiously.

[otomechapilot]

“I have a terrible idea,” she says, proudly. “And I’m not sure how... horrible it would sound to ask, or if it’s too soon or too much to ask, but it is a place to start and hey, dumb question, right?”

She sighs. “I’m... curious. Could someone who touches Tower handle Revelation, while someone else handles Ruin and another takes care of Revolution, at least until you or someone wins and can give it back? Has any Arcana ever tried? This sounds new, and - and upsetting, but the world needs Tower’s meanings...”

[powersthatare]

He stares at her a long time without a response - ten seconds, say, but what's the difference between ten seconds and infinity.

"It has been tried," he admits at last. "To act with moderation, tradition, hope. We are all careful. We are all bound by rules. But we cannot be balanced, and disastrous. Hide-bound, and revolutionary. And the strain of shouldering such a burden undivided... I cannot say what it would do."

[otomechapilot]

That is a long time for an Arcana to think.

Sara nods, her face falling.

“All of you try,” she echoes. “But if you’re contradictory... Fortune might say that all bets are off,” she says.

“...is there no one who might be able to guess?” Sara wonders.

[powersthatare]

"I said nothing of guessing."

[otomechapilot]

“And your nothing speaks louder than words,” Sara says. “I guess that having a Designated Rebel will warp everyone less than making you all concordat opposition - but I don’t know. I can’t know. This has never happened before, has it?”

[powersthatare]

"Everything that happens, happens only once, or not at all," he says, shaking his head.