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Player: Aramil/Yukora
Part 1: [Estark] Mind Meddling
Aramil comes to an unknown amount of time later.
"Good morning," a voice says off to Aramil's left. "Sleep well?"
Quickly, he closed his eyes and pictured the mind next to him. He let his senses wander and scan every inch of the protection surrounding the child's mind,looking for an opening to take advantage of.
The mind has great protections on it. It does seem like there may be some outside protection in some places, but otherwise it seems to be mostly internal.
There are some stray thoughts Aramil can sense, and surface thoughts as well.
Holding on to the thread that exposed the child's name, Aramil pulled at that thought line for as far as it would go. Slowly, but surely, he looked for any gaps in the shroud covering the kid's mind as he unraveled Jeremy's protective coating.
"Orphanage, huh? I'm sorry, no child should go without parents."
Aramil prepared to pounce if Jeremy's guard fell at all from that revelation, but Aramil kept such plans in the back of his mind, lest they be discovered and thwarted.
Considering the firm grasp he had on the thought line, Aramil stopped holding back. With a firm mental tug, he gave everything he had to pulling out some of Jeremy's deepest thoughts.
"Who's Roger?" the kid asks. Aramil can tell that the kid is observing what he's doing, and what he's looking at. "Oh, him? His name's Roger? I just had a description, and was told he'd look a little bewildered. I helped him out on a job."
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Player: Aramil/Yukora
Part 1: [Estark] Mind Meddling
Aramil comes to an unknown amount of time later.
"Good morning," a voice says off to Aramil's left. "Sleep well?"
Almost instinctuallly, Aramil cast his consciousness out as a net, feeling for any minds that may be near him.
The mind close by is shrouded as well, but a little more open. It is also very familiar: the little street urchin.
Quickly, he closed his eyes and pictured the mind next to him. He let his senses wander and scan every inch of the protection surrounding the child's mind,looking for an opening to take advantage of.
The mind has great protections on it. It does seem like there may be some outside protection in some places, but otherwise it seems to be mostly internal.
There are some stray thoughts Aramil can sense, and surface thoughts as well.
OOG: Roll a d20
Aramil does sense a very recent memory, thinking about how he's going to test Aramil once he wakes up. I'll ask him my name.
The name thread on that thought reveals another, pulled out of the shroud: "Jeremy"
He looks at Aramil. "What else can you see?"
OOG: From now on, when you try to enter a mind, describe how you are doing it, and roll a d20. The results will be based upon that.
The shroud remains firm, beyond that.
Aramil prepared to pounce if Jeremy's guard fell at all from that revelation, but Aramil kept such plans in the back of his mind, lest they be discovered and thwarted.
His mind flashes onto the orphanage briefly, but Aramil can't capitalize on it.
Aramil remained ready, and hoped beyond hope that the kid could be distracted by simple conversation.
The orphanage thread became visible again but this time, Aramil is able to grasp it.
"Nice," the kid says, smiling.
One rather recent memory that pops up is the boy helping a man into a Simic's house. He can't see the face, though. The face is still shrouded.