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Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 15, 2006 3:24:35 GMT -5
Evan nods, "How would i begin going about taking such small bits of identity to putting them into myself in such a manner as you have?"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 15, 2006 3:28:44 GMT -5
"Expand your compassion?"
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Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 15, 2006 20:57:32 GMT -5
Evan nods "If thats how you wish to express it...yes I would like to expand myself into new areas."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 16, 2006 1:53:00 GMT -5
"Sure. I have a great exercise. Ready?"
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Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 16, 2006 2:03:15 GMT -5
Evan goes straight faced quickly "As ready as I will ever be"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 16, 2006 2:53:07 GMT -5
Suddenly, Evan begins to tumble backwards into blackness. Things grow then shrink infintesimally around him.
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Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 16, 2006 17:25:00 GMT -5
Evan attempts to spread his awareness out into the darkness, and gain his barrings
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 16, 2006 18:43:07 GMT -5
There is no awareness. There is nothing to be aware of.
Suddenly, Evan is in a quiet and idyllic village. There is a mill slowly turning away and fields of wheat to his left. The sun seems like a great light above. There are.. aches in his neck. He doesn't know what they are, but he feels like he's been stricken by rheumatism.
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Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 17, 2006 0:22:02 GMT -5
Evan attempts to feel his neck and keep looking around. (Please don't tell me hes in a stockade head lock)
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 17, 2006 2:46:17 GMT -5
The pain isn't so much physical as.... Well, yeah, it is physical. And yet, it's more. He begins to feel the pain of lifetimes of toil.
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Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 17, 2006 3:41:03 GMT -5
Evan groans and says "Well this is a pleasent sensation...."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 17, 2006 10:55:49 GMT -5
A man walks out of a hut, carrying a filthy chamber pot. Evan smells the pungent aroma, which would normally be pleasant to him as a symbol of entropy, as if it were next to him, causing him to nearly gag. The man is clad in a simple brown tunic get-up. Suddenly, the peasant turns around, and Evan feels a combination of fear and prejudice.
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Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 17, 2006 12:16:35 GMT -5
Evan concentrates and rationalizing whats going on "Its just like trippin..we can handle this" he rolls with the fear letting it spark his adrenaline, and slowly arouse his hate from the prejudice
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 17, 2006 15:27:31 GMT -5
The man says, "Where do ye come from? And why are you sittin' there with that scowl on yer face?" He now feels suspicion, deep and powerful.
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Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 18, 2006 12:56:00 GMT -5
Evan just looks at the man "Why are you asking me these questions, I don't know you, who are you?"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 18, 2006 13:15:47 GMT -5
"Ye be the one invading our homes, maybe bringin' Lord Jaka down on us! You answer!"
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Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 19, 2006 4:02:16 GMT -5
"...WHAT!...Silence your tongue ignorant peasent!" Evan looks around to see if hes drawing any attention "I know no lord Jaka, and I have never been here before you speak with the devils tongue! Heretic's you and your lot!"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 19, 2006 4:34:57 GMT -5
Evan feels a rising surge of anger, repulsion, irritation and frustration as a feedback loop. It is not a pleasant feeling, and he recoils. "Ye call me ignorant, yet ye not know the lord of this land? The best fools clad themselves in wisdom. How ye call me a heretic when you are an outsider is another proof of this!" Other peasants come out. "I think ye should be getting yer self on, traveller."
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Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 20, 2006 20:55:28 GMT -5
"Pffft, you think to much peasent, don't order your superiors around, it makes them angery."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 20, 2006 21:03:45 GMT -5
"Superior?" The pain is getting worse, now combined with fear. Evan is practically paralyzed.
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Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 21, 2006 18:45:56 GMT -5
Thinking softly to himself "Oh god...please oh please tell me they start whipping me..." Evan lets naughty thoughts run through his head.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 21, 2006 18:48:55 GMT -5
This ain't masochistic enjoyment. This is sheer negative emotion.
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Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 22, 2006 0:12:29 GMT -5
Im aware, and hes trying to turn it into that because obiviously he doesn't like it, and his pride is taking over, he thinks he's dug himself to deep of a hole to dig out of. He manages to growl out "Stop doing this to me."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 22, 2006 0:19:50 GMT -5
"Doin' what, lad?" Now confusion and a bit of sympathy is taking over.
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Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 22, 2006 1:33:42 GMT -5
A sudden thought runs through Evan head "I can make this pleasurable if i do this right...." Evan screams and grabs his head "Your hurting me, please don't STOP! Arrrghh!" he'll fall to the ground fold himself into the fetal position and attempt to cry.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 22, 2006 2:08:19 GMT -5
The man says, "Bah, he's insane!" Now denigration strikes Evan. Further, Evan feels pain for misrepresenting himself.
A woman comes out. "Quick, let us hide him and treat him!" She runs out and attempts to pick up Evan's arm.
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Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 22, 2006 2:30:01 GMT -5
Evan screams "Don't touch me, Im not insane! But I can feel your emotions! Like extreme empathy! Please leave me be!"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 22, 2006 2:39:39 GMT -5
The woman says, "What the devil are thou talking about?" Evan is feeling much safer now.
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Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 22, 2006 2:41:27 GMT -5
Evan will stop screaming and try to breath, and calm himself "Please....please don't touch me....I am a creature of stead fastness..I must not be moved. Please leave me in peace...I apologies for causing such harm upon you...aspecially the elderly man whom first found me..."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 22, 2006 2:42:38 GMT -5
"Lad, thou are mad and thou cannot take care of yourself in the wilderness. I cannot in the name of the Lord turn thee aside."
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