@hiispsiioniic
My master and his servants, yes. He has several servants, and many others who have been bent to his will without their knowledge. You might term me his hammer, suitable for making great, violent impacts on the passage of time. My mentor serves more as a scalpel, a delicate instrument that carefully influences the actions of others.
Yes, the Seer of Blood would be more aware of the potential alternates of your society than most. I would not call the Signless mad, at least not in any iteration that I am familiar with. Merely inevitably futile.
My master can devour planets and kill ghosts. My own abilities pale in comparison to his, particularly as he may strip mine from me at his pleasure, as he appears to have done at the moment. Is your Signless capable of eviscerating you with a thought? If not, what power does he hold over you?
my siign iis capable of ruiiniing me with hiis pretty words and honeyed liies yes. iin ways you apparently do not comprehend.
ii had thought. but. well ii was miistaken.
complaiiniing iis a novelty for me. ii have not had to complaiin before. had the chance to. was allowed to. ii wasnt allowed to be someone. at all.
poiint iis ii have no desiire to hurt my siign. ii am hiis spiioniic. even iif he nags and iit annoys me. even iif. ii will not. so unless you have a means asiide from usiing my abiiliitiies against my.
against siign.
cease that now.
Words have great power only against those who listen. Like a human variety of rainbow drinker, they must be invited in.
I said nothing about pain. It is a poor psionic indeed who cannot control his powers well enough to convey an expression of strength without dealing physical harm.
But I will drop the subject if you prefer. How you choose to handle your relationships is of no consequence to me.
even iif iit were not physiical harm iit iis stiil a form of harm. to friighten iis not.
ii have been iin that posiitiion too much ii. no.
sometiimes words are iinviited wiithout your consent. sometiimes you cant help but.
ad then they worm iinto your thought5.
that iis s1igns power.
he worms iinside. you iinviite hiim wiit0hut realiiziiing and sudd3lny.
suddenly yu0 betray 3vrythi1ng.
y53. drp0 1it. ples4e.
bad m3mri1es 4dn ba4d thouhg7s are ap3lnty now.
You seem awfully dedicated to defending a man who you say lies to you, who worms into your thoughts, unable to leave you even those for your own.
But then I suppose I have little room to speak on that subject.
A more pleasant topic of discussion, then. I confess myself running low on ideas on that front, since it is not a skill I greatly practice.
Tell me about your physical surroundings, perhaps?
sorry. iideas are. hard for me as well.
my physiical surroundiings are. well. makeshiift? ii. mostly ii have my husktop here. and some cords and cables that ii use when ii need a biit more power. the hand held gamiing system iis. well mother has iit now. and ii sort of share my space? iits not.
we are constantly on the move so thiings change. frequently. riight now we’re iin a liitle rundown seasiide place. ii dont thiink well be here long. the sea iis dangerous. the salt smells niice though.
I can understand your nomadic nature: a natural result of your circumstances. And yes, many things lurk in the oceans of Alternia that you should seek not to meet.
I suppose the social convention is for me to share my surroundings in return? I have found myself in a deep forest, unfortunately populated with a herd of daywalkers. They are intelligent, at least, and willing to negotiate.
daywalkers? liike the thiings that come out iin the desert duriing the day that are probably dead that mother tells us storiies about?
or well that siign shares the storiies mother told him about?
or do you mean daywalkers liike mother?
