Conversation Space: The Ultimax

[powersthatbe]

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

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[prince_of_pain]

"Look, I've had enough of gods fighting getting dragged onto us normal mortals, okay? That last jaunt you sent us on mangled and injured some half dozen people and even put me out of commission for a few weeks. And all you seem to care about is why one of you is dead. I suppose your game is just not important enough, then? We're only useful when doing what you want?!" He could judge Judgement if he wanted to.

[pendingjudgement]

"We are not fighting." They're playing a game. At worst, Judgement would call it a competition.

"Mortals can recover from quite a bit. You do not appear all that 'mangled' now. One of us being attacked and killed within Liminal Space is wholly unprecedented, and thus a matter of great concern."

Oh, judge away, Noct, but that's not going to make this conversation go any more smoothly.

[prince_of_pain]

Good thing Noct came in here with the intention of being an asshole. "Oh really? What about the fact that I can still remember how Ignis was screaming because he was getting tortured for me? Or the fact someone tried to murder an innocent creature? Yeah, my back may have healed now, but that's four weeks of my life I will never get back. You're not giving us any good reasons not to find ways to take care of you guys."

[pendingjudgement]

"You lack the knowledge to return yourselves home. Will that suffice?"

A good decision with no bad consequences

[prince_of_pain]

There was a spark of blue light, and Noct's engine blade appeared in his hand, pointing straight at Judgement. "Glad to see you show your true colors-I don't exist just to serve your whims. We can get along just fine without you."

;e was gatherimg magic in his left hand, though Noct wasn't going to unleash it just yet.

None whatsoever.

[pendingjudgement]

"...You would dare risk further upsetting an already precarious balance just because you are not getting your way? I expect better of my Chosen."

Noct won't have a chance to use that magic, or his sword, since Penuel, stony-faced, evicts him from their conversation space without further ado - directly into one of the perception-altering clouds addressing Tower's murder. Clearly, he could do with a bit of perspective.