So boomerang! What would the psychic inner landscape of your ocs look like? :D
Entering into the mind of marcel you awaken laying upon a field of flowers of every description. The air is sweet and softly perfumed with the earth warmth of spring. You watch as the flowers shift into a rainbow of colors in response to Marcel emotions. Everything is so calm and peaceful that you almost miss the crater in the center of Marcel mind. Floating upside-down above this crater is a castle of white stone that slowly fades to gray. Pierre Blanche the castle of Duke Lyle, Marcel home for his most formative years.
Even after all this time it still lingers at the center of this thoughts, pushed away and kept out of reach as Marcel is not ready to deal with the events of the night that turned his life upside-down.
It is then you notice along the edges of the meadow that dark and foreboding forest. Flickering between the gnarled trunks of the trees, amongst the dark of the thick canopy, you catch glimpses of memories and emotions like will-o wisp. It is then you relies you only stand upon Marcel surface thoughts, the parts of himself that Marcel feels is appropriate to share. Out there in the dark of those woods is the real Marcel, who he was before learned to put of the façade of polite restraint.
Entering into Niphorbis Mind is like falling into Nyx itself. Falling quite literally as you find yourself hurtling through the enchanted nightscape of Theros. All around you see constellations of Niphorbis past, moving under their own power playing out the scenes of a life long lived. It is as you twist and turn around trying to catch a glimpse of all the stars around you that you notice something. A grate nebula of blue and white in the shape of a very familiar sphinx, looking down upon you. Looking down upon you in the way only a cat toying with a mouse can.
Molycap mind is simple in nature, as you find yourself sitting in her very first memory. Waking up in a long forgotten golgari rot farm, the bones that crack under your first step fill you with some sickly feeling of nostalgia, why you don't understand. Leading from this memory are sewer tunnels that are covered in scribbled and simple drawing of Molycap's scatted thoughts.
Serrabeth mind is a ship that had seen better days upon a stormy sea. Yep the storm feels hollow the wind blows yet the ship dose not rock, the rain falls yet the their is no chill, lightning crakes yet their is no thunder. Bluster for the sake of bluster. Below the deck you find endless holds each one a fading memory. Yep as you approach the captains quarters you can hear laughter and joy, and the storm around you becomes quite squall it appears to be.
Baba Yule's mind is a great tree in a dark void. Carved upon the bark of the tree are memories and as the non existent wind rustles the leaves you can hear her thought. Yet growing from this tree are two other trees. Once is a dark and twisted thing that lacked upon the trunk obscuring many memories. The other has the light of a great arura in its branches that ruffle the leaves of the other trees.
Dillon's mind is a great blank space, at the center of which is a small green mound of grass. sitting on that mound is a small lamb centaur resting his head upon the silver lantern he clutches to his chest. All around him are what appears like bits of broken glass suspended in the air. Reflected in the glass are scenes of a rural pastural life, that flickers in out amongst static. It is then you notice the silver lantern that the lamb is holding is swing forth streams of silver sand that become a vortex that cast you from Dillon's mind.
Nivel is at the center of his own mind conducting a great symphony of complete thought that spring form from his mind untethered. Yep you sense a almost desperate need in Nivel to surround himself in the cacophony of ideas. Not until you step out sound his orchestra room do you understand for the sky in ablaze with a great meteorite hurtling down upon you, the sound deafening you to anything else.
Segara's mind is a mess a once grand city shattered and scattered across his mindscape twisted and gnarled with the roots of great jungle trees. Have recalled memories play out in this ruin like ghost fading in the light of dawn. High above it all seemingly scratch into the inside of his mind is a great demonic symbol. The center of is squirming like a eye looking threw Segara most recent memories to any hint of here he might me.
Angelique mind is the grand cathedral of the prophetess on Crusabella. Yet this symbol of duty and piety is just a façade, something she learned to up in the convent her uncle sent her to. Beyond any of the heavy oak doors and the glittering stained glass are the ground of her families ancestral home. Where he mind and heart still linger upon even to this day.
For a man that strikes fear into the hearts of many Ozmander mind is the home he shares with his loves one. It is warm and welcoming with the glowing memories of the family he raised found within. Yet even in this place they exudes warmth there is a chill running down your spine. A reminder that you are not welcome here and to not overstay your welcome.
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