07-07-2019, 12:24 PM
(07-07-2019, 11:40 AM)achroma Wrote:(07-07-2019, 03:49 AM)Lost Rinoah Wrote: "Your body doesn't actually have natural sensitivities to things beyond the physical. When coming in contact with a sensation that isn't readable. Your body will generally try to liken it to something as similar as possible to something that is physical in sensation. That's why it will feel like you are being pulled towards your anchor subtly but constantly when it is finished. You aren't actually being pulled. However when one breaks, your body gets extremely confused as there is no liken-able physical sensation. This can lead to one of two things, an uncanny impossibly strong feeling of relief that can make you fall asleep or other such things such as feeling extreme happiness or hyperactivity, or an almost drunken stupor that can lead to hasty action where you might make a mistake and do things you normally wouldn't do. Or alternatively, a sudden feeling of extreme stress, leading to anger and aggression, more often to the first unless you consider yourself more inclined towards violent behavior and aggressive tendancies. Having more than one anchor protects against this unless they are all broken really close in time to each other, or the last one is broken long after the others have been." She coats the pad in a oil that smells of alcohol and rubs it down softly until it dries using a rag. It appears she just sterilized the padded mat for you while she spoke, answering your question to the best of her ability. She washes the figurine with the same cleaning oil as well and lays it on the stand nearby to keep it out of the way for now.
"Hopefully this doesn't sound weird. But I'm gonna need you to remove your shirt and lay down on the mat if you're sure you want me to get you linked to an anchor." There's now a small floating stone sitting above her right shoulder, for a moment it makes your sight stick to it. Seemingly making your vision swim and darken as you see it. But it fades only a moment later. A side effect from your encounter on the mountain with the golem, just the echoes of what you were forced to endure there. The stone previously was seen following the golem around, but had disappeared when feizel had gone with Austin and Danu to the cabin, presumably having not followed through the portal from the theater. Here it now floats, subtly glowing with an inner blue light, the floating opal stone had returned.
”It’s a good thing that the wards going to be buried then, as neither of those options sound pleasant. This kind of work you do must always be complex... and I do not mind taking of my shirt, as you’ve already taken me to dinner, though I am curious. You don’t happen to be an almalgmation between Sandrine and Azureis, as that would explain the stone and your previous claim. I do quite remember you coming to my theatre so that we could do a little exchange.”
Feizel would take off his shirt with gusto and lay down on the mat, occasionally glancing st the stone, still wary of what the golem might have done to it, if anything
"The stone has always been mine... Azureis died in the park though. Just like her brother. However I managed to retain what remained of her afterwards, unlike her brother. At the theater, I initially used an illusion to appear as an Avali. Now, I actually am, thanks to azureis." She seems to constantly gloss over something there. It's making it obvious that she's hiding something on that particular subject. And as Feizel removed his shirt she blushed, despite herself, her face darkening with a blush visible beneath her coat once more. But she doesn't falter this time even though she failed to hide her staring. meanwhile she readied a brush, and a pencil of some sort, before quickly placing several of the quartz cards directly upon his chest.
"Please relax to your best ability." She reminded him before she began deftly scribing in black ink upon the quartz cards. Unfortunately Feizel wouldn't have a good view, but if he tried to move, Sa'Nadil would just end up forcing him to relax and lay straight again. With a disapproving "Don't move." it would be cold, and possibly tickle quite a bit. but after a few minutes, she merely flicked at the first quartz card, then the next. One by one as they bounded off, but the text remained floating just above the surface of his body. Each one she removed lent a soft tingling feeling to fill him. like everything was going numb. And without any response, the last one went too. with a soft crackle, a feeling of sudden emptiness would fill feizel. As his face blanked as if he'd suddenly become absent. The feeling of distance from himself, numbness, blindness, lack of sight filled him. Complete isolation. Doubts begin to circulate unbound, as she said they would.