06-27-2018, 12:45 PM
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The sudden urge to eat snails? Exactly lining up with the telepathic suggestion and time frame for it kicking in? The ocelot immediately recognized her handiwork, and found herself surprised at how effective her subtle mind control ended up. She anticipated that he might eat one snail, perhaps two, and then snap out of it once the disgusting texture and taste hit his tongue; yet, he only seemed to buckle down in defense of his actions, even when others pointed out the strangeness in his ways.
Appraising him curiously, the ocelot stared at him while her auxiliary pair darted around the air in front of Caesar - reading the colored words he spoke and her anesthesia produced. As far as she could tell, his tone sounded entirely genuine. Tilting her head slightly, she fiendishly wondered just what else she could do to him. Given Caesar's hatred of Pincher (as far as she could tell, he wanted her brother dead for some unknown reason) and otherwise uselessness to Rosemary herself, she held no qualms about further poking away at his mind. He'd make a good test subject for her untried abilities; how wonderful, that she could turn someone so useless and disgusting to her into a useful tool.
"Is this something you do often, Magenta?" she asked him, joining in on the teasing with a slight waver to her soft voice. Just keep up appearances with the rest, as though she were surprised by this development - not a difficult thing, in theory. Besides, she needed to double check that his snail eating now wasn't a fluke from him holding a history of craving snails.
Twin tails flicking slightly, she concentrated, her four eyes narrowing momentarily as she attempted to send him a telepathic suggestion to his subconscious - this time, she wanted him to associate the feeling of pain with Caesar's own heartbeat. This one, like the snail eating, wasn't easy to monitor - but she was ambitious about what she could do, and thus she just had to try anyway.
Appraising him curiously, the ocelot stared at him while her auxiliary pair darted around the air in front of Caesar - reading the colored words he spoke and her anesthesia produced. As far as she could tell, his tone sounded entirely genuine. Tilting her head slightly, she fiendishly wondered just what else she could do to him. Given Caesar's hatred of Pincher (as far as she could tell, he wanted her brother dead for some unknown reason) and otherwise uselessness to Rosemary herself, she held no qualms about further poking away at his mind. He'd make a good test subject for her untried abilities; how wonderful, that she could turn someone so useless and disgusting to her into a useful tool.
"Is this something you do often, Magenta?" she asked him, joining in on the teasing with a slight waver to her soft voice. Just keep up appearances with the rest, as though she were surprised by this development - not a difficult thing, in theory. Besides, she needed to double check that his snail eating now wasn't a fluke from him holding a history of craving snails.
Twin tails flicking slightly, she concentrated, her four eyes narrowing momentarily as she attempted to send him a telepathic suggestion to his subconscious - this time, she wanted him to associate the feeling of pain with Caesar's own heartbeat. This one, like the snail eating, wasn't easy to monitor - but she was ambitious about what she could do, and thus she just had to try anyway.
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?