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Post by Oneiroi on Jan 25, 2005 0:18:31 GMT -5
I walk directly up to Freak Boy and look him in the eye.
"You must understand the gravity of this before I will do anything," I say seriously.
"If I do this, you will learn things about yourself that you probably will wish you had not. You will see the dark and the light of your mind, everything will be laid bare before you. You MUST be prepared for this, and above all you MUST not resist the actions I take. If you truly wish to see this, you will allow me to work as I will within your mindscape so as not to endanger myself and you."
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 25, 2005 0:20:42 GMT -5
"Considering I'm just recovering from a Mental Breakdown, I think I know how messed up my head was. I was fighting a losing battle for sanity for the past three days, so I know what my mindscape looks like. I'm ready, let's just do this and get it over with so you can say what every other psychologist says, 'You are truly a unique case, Mr. Freak Boy...'" he said in a less than pleasant tone.
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Eliza Cady
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Post by Eliza Cady on Jan 25, 2005 0:22:01 GMT -5
Eliza feels the annoying buzzing of her cellphone in her pocket. She sighs with disgust and pulls it out of her bag. Seeing the caller id, she answers it with a sigh. Business as usual. Celes, I need you to go visit a rebel group. Hagna (sp?) would be cool.
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Post by Oneiroi on Jan 25, 2005 0:22:51 GMT -5
"All mindscapes are unique, as are all people. You may either seat yourself or lay down, Mr. Freak Boy. Whatever is most comfortable for you."
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 25, 2005 0:24:25 GMT -5
Freak Boy sighs, leading Oneiroi to the spare room and then laying down on the bed he had been in for the past three days.
"Ok, let's do this..."
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Post by Oneiroi on Jan 25, 2005 0:25:08 GMT -5
I pull up a chair beside Freak Boy's bedside and place my hand upon his forehead.
"Relax, and close your eyes."
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 25, 2005 0:26:37 GMT -5
Freak Boy relaxes to the best of his abilities and closes his eyes, taking deep, slow breaths.
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Post by Oneiroi on Jan 25, 2005 0:28:02 GMT -5
I close my eyes, channeling my telepathic power. With a jolt, I project an astral form of myself into Freak Boy's mindscape.
((Do you want to say how your mindscape looks or shall I?))
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 25, 2005 0:32:22 GMT -5
(I'll do it.)
Freak Boy's mindscape looks as if it was once a beautiful city, technologically advanced and prosperous... however, it now looked like a third world hell hole. It seemed like a war zone, gunfire and chaos everywhere. The walls were covered in graffiti, the most frequent of which said "SANITY!!"
In the center of the city is a large hollow concrete block with police lines around it that say: Do Not Cross! Repressed Memories!
Jets fly overhead accompanied by the sound of AA Guns.
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Post by Karina Bassarov on Jan 25, 2005 0:32:58 GMT -5
Karina walks out of the room a short time later, dressed and looking pretty. Sure, but I can just teleport us there. She walks out of the apartment and closes the door. How about a bar first. The one down the steet is nice.
((Sorry to leave like this but I've got school in 6 hours. Later))
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Post by Frank Richardson on Jan 25, 2005 0:35:11 GMT -5
"That'd be good." Frank said seeing her new attire. "That looks really good on you, by the way."
(K. Talk to you tomorrow.)
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Post by Tensuo on Jan 25, 2005 0:38:23 GMT -5
Tensuo starts to sing along, not knowing why, but feeling like it was always there. He is not the best singer, but he is good enough. While singing he sees Soren approach him and began to feel the Kampa resonate with the sound in the air. He held it up with curiosity as they all sang, making the Kampa vibrate more and more.
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Post by Satsujin on Jan 25, 2005 0:41:02 GMT -5
Satsujin's eyes shift from person to person, completely dumbfounded as to why they are singing. He suddenly cracks a smile.
"Going to be your own funerals choir? How efficient of you all..."
Satsujin starts to build energy in his hands as he lifts them above his head, slapping them together to create a disc of black energy between them.
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Post by Oneiroi on Jan 25, 2005 0:42:25 GMT -5
((Sorry, putting the finishing touches on a political article for the college paper))
I calmly walk through the mindscape, examining the images before me. The very first stop is, of course, the repressed memories. Incidents of repressed memories are incredibly rare, despite what Freud might think, traumatic memories often looming large on a person's psyche for the rest of their life.
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 25, 2005 0:44:39 GMT -5
Almost as soon as he walks within ten feet of the yellow tape, thousands of gun turrets pop out from the surrounding buildings' windows, all aiming at him with laser scopes, Oneiroi's body lighting up on all sides with little red dots.
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