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Post by Greenie on Mar 1, 2008 17:06:52 GMT -5
As the breeze ruffled his feathers and mingled into his senses, Pascha could only allow a shudder to run through his body. Within a few moments he had completely forgotten Anoushka and his quest, so absorbed into his increasingly fast-paced thoughts was he. His body wanted to fall, his mind wanted to give in to the relentless pressure, but Pascha's will was stronger than that; for once, he would not let himself succumb. Not here, not now. Corvistowne was not a safe place for a crazy bird, and Corvistowne wasn't safe from the crazy bird.
If he went crazy here, he might never come out.
His uncle approached. He was saying something, something nasty, something cruel and evil, no doubt, but Pascha wasn't listening. His ears heard the greasy, disgusting sound of his voice, but his brain was steadfastly refusing to process what he was saying.
Not again. He wouldn't listen, not anymore. He was free of the damned creature, for that's what he was--this thing, this evil being in front of him, was no more a person than Pascha was sane, and Pascha would never again think of him as something so profound. Evil was not sentient, though it may disguise itself as so.
Pascha slowly, very slowly, rose his head in order to look his Uncle in the eye. Multiple shudders wracked his body as his mind so desperately fought to keep control of itself, but the longer Pascha stared the easier it became. "You are nothing to me." He stated, quietly. It answered none of his uncle's questions, asked no questions and had no implications; it was more of a statement of self-assurance to himself, to remind himself that Pascha was in control of Pascha.
No one else.
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Post by Kiki on Mar 1, 2008 21:52:01 GMT -5
Greenie and Jenn receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by The Jenn on Mar 2, 2008 11:19:14 GMT -5
The old bird's eyes narrowed slowly as his nephew stared him in the eye, shaking like a leaf in a stiff breeze. "So you've developed some kind of spine in your 'freedom', have you? Foolish boy. Did you really think it would be as simple as all that to shake off my influence? If you did, you're even more foolish than I gave you credit for. Or stupid. Or just plain crazy. That one seems likely, now doesn't it?" A cackling laugh escaped the beak, interspersed by a brief bout of coughing. Ever since he'd inhaled the fumes from a mix of the wrong chemicals, he'd had a persistent cough.
"I must admit, I hadn't expected you to go into the Courts. I'd just expected you to work for that jeweler and steal me gems... but no, you've given me access to a much greater pool of funding than that. The Court coffers! I'm so proud, my crazy little puppet." He sneered the words.
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Post by Greenie on Mar 2, 2008 11:32:08 GMT -5
Pascha was doing his best to reject his uncle's words, to continue not listening. The more he heard the worse it would be--but his ears were starting to deceive him. Did he really thought he had shaken his uncle's influence? No. He wouldn't be about to pass out if that were true. His uncle lived on in his mind regardless of his presence in the actual world; Pascha knew that. He might be stupid and he was crazy, but 'You are nothing to me' and 'You don't exist' are two different things. Pascha simply refused to let him control his life any longer, today included.
Stealing from the Courts? His Uncle? Pascha tried to logic how his uncle could possibly steal from the Courts through his mind--wouldn't that involve him walking to Corvistowne while he was insane, a trip that took longer than four hours one way? Uncle never left Corvistowne. He never left his house, really; it made this scene all the more odd. "Impossible," He wheezed out, then took a few deap breaths to help calm his shudders. It was easier now, now that things weren't making as much sense as they could have. "I.. would certainly never steal.. and you.. are far too filthy.. to ever be allowed.. in the Courts."
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Post by The Jenn on Mar 2, 2008 11:54:14 GMT -5
His uncle's sneer only widened and he laughed again at the boy's negation. "Oh, you don't have to want to steal, you stupid little sack of feathers, and I don't have to leave the comfort of my own home. I have a contact in the palace's guard and that's quite enough. What do you think happens when you black out for hours? Why do you think you were more useful to me alive than dead?"
He walked right up to the owl, breath as foul as he remembered, and prodded him right in the temple with one clawed finger. It hurt. "In your mind, my boy, buried deep, is all I need to use you like the object you've become. You're such a loyal and trustworthy companion, aren't you, with the trust of the Queen? Who would ever suspect his precious little bird of doing anything less than scrupulous. With the exception of that bitch of a King. Perhaps I should have you take care of her next... and wouldn't murder just go wonderfully with your record of unconscious theft?"
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Post by Greenie on Mar 2, 2008 23:02:38 GMT -5
Pascha stared at him, his breath caught in his throat. Was it possible? Was it really possible for his uncle to live undetected in his own brain? The owl thought about it for a few moments silently, then shrugged. "Is it.. fun.. living in my brain?" Was his only noncommital response. If his uncle had really managed to come up with a way to put a part of himself in Pascha's brain, then it was not Pascha stealing. It was only Pascha stealing if he willingly had done so; any crimes committed while he was not in control of his mind could not be attributed to him.
He flinched back instinctively when his uncle approached, and scowled when he was poked. He severly wanted to bite the man, despite how foul it would taste, but his body was still unwilling to completely cooperate with him. It wanted to submit so badly, but Pascha desperately refused to give up--for once, he was damned well NOT going to be an insane freakin' birdy.
"Anoushka?" He questioned, with a frown. Anoushka wasn't a bitch, not really--well, not completely. She had nice moments, they just weren't directed to him. Ever. Most of his uncle's words were flowing in one ear and out the other, per se, as Pascha's thoughts were becoming increasingly scrambled with the effort of staying concious and keeping up with the 'conversation' at the same time. He didn't believe any of his uncle's claims at all, so didn't bother wasting any energy on them; but why he would want to kill Anoushka interested him. "Why Anoushka?" It would make more sense for him to go for Aderlass, given that Pascha was much closer to Aderlass and it would be much easier--getting close enough to Anoushka, despite being insane, would be difficult. The owl kept his mouth shut and didn't let his thoughts show on his expression, however--he wasn't giving the damned bird any ideas.
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Post by The Jenn on Mar 5, 2008 21:11:33 GMT -5
The man shook his head and snorted. "Stupid, ignorant boy, I'm not living in your brain. I'm just controlling it with... 'suggestions', let's say, when you go out of your loopy little head." His expression was utterly condescending and he poked the young man once more. He'd never liked being poked. It reminded him too much of needles and the man knew it. Sometimes he would stick an empty syringe in the boy just to watch him jump and scream.
"You should kill that King because she's too paranoid. She's getting in your business - in my business. And if you won't kill her of your own free will, well then, I can always 'suggest' that you do so when you have another little episode, now can't I? If I can get you to misrepresent my contact's earnings, I can probably get you to kill. What do you think? Do you want to put it to the test?"
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Post by Greenie on Mar 5, 2008 21:25:26 GMT -5
Pascha snorted in response. Suggestions? So now he was hearing voices? Truthfully he could be and would never know; it's what happened when you lost the memory of the past 3 hours of your life. In the beginning.. in the beginning, he had remembered. But slowly over time as his uncle had put more and more chemicals into his body, he lost that prize, to the point where everything was completely and utterly blank.
It could be true, what his uncle was telling him. It could be completely true, that he was stealing while insane and doing other malicious, evil and cruel things.
The fact of the matter was that it wasn't, though. Aderlass had watched him numerous times, that he knew; never once had the mouse reported him doing something so completely wrong--though some of the things he'd done were, he'd been told, bordering on harmful intent. If what his uncle was telling him was true, that he was watching him somehow, he would know when Aderlass was watching--but no one always knew when Aderlass was watching. Pascha had been crept up on numerous times by the mouse, and for his uncle to say he knew everything Pascha was doing didn't add up, quite simply. He scowled when poked, trying not to let it bother him more than he was already bothered, and this time did act--he took as big of a step back as he could under his current condition. Not to run away, oh no--he just didn't want to be touched. It wasn't his uncle's right. The owl tilted his head, going back to his previous thoughts, then finally said, "You lie." It wasn't an accusation, but a firm stating of facts--his uncle couldn't be controlling him.
At his uncle's 'suggestion' that he rid the both of themself of Anoushka, Pascha immediately bristled. "I will NOT kill!" The owl stated, so vehemently that he had to pause to let out a wheezing breath before he could continue. "Not for you. Not for anybody." His expression had gone extremely dark, and he sat there, watching the bird in front of him. "You control me no longer. If you think you can.. perhaps.. I will just.. no longer be insane.. hm?" Pascha's words came out haltingly, but it was less because he was out of breath and more because he was simply very, very angry, and struggling for control even moreso than he was before.
The question of the day was if he was able to truly keep himself from going insane, to the point of bypassing the spell altogether? Pascha really had no idea.
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Post by The Jenn on Mar 5, 2008 21:35:03 GMT -5
The bird's eyes narrowed as he regarded his nephew. No longer be insane? "Even more than foolish, you are stupid," he said with a sneer. "You cannot simply stop being the crazy little fruit loop that you are. That I made you. What makes you think otherwise? Have you stopped having your little 'spells'?" He laughed cruelly and shook his head, spreading his wings slightly. It made him look larger next to the little pygmy owl, more intimidating.
"You were pumped full of enough chemicals to make a pharmacist jealous. Your head resembles a scrambled egg on the best of days. What in the hell do you think you can do to fight that, boy? What can you possibly do to keep me out of your head? Here's what I think: nothing. You can do nothing, just like always. You're as useless and pathetic as you always were, and even more so now for your presumed freedom. Pathetic."
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Post by Greenie on Mar 5, 2008 21:46:22 GMT -5
"What did you make me? Did you think you made me to be nothing, to be your slave for all eternity?" Pascha took note of his uncle's puffing up, but didn't let it distract him from his train of thought. If this was going to lead to a physical fight he was in for a craptrain of trouble--his body wasn't cooperating and his powers in the way of fights were limited. "If you do, you're right. You made me nothing, because I made myself. Who I am right now has nothing to do with you, and if you think you can arbitrarily take me back and mold me into the puppet you think I am, well.." He paused purposefully, a slow smile creeping up onto his face. "You're a bit late, aren't you?" He tilted his head, the smile staying exactly where it was.
"You let me go. You sold me, thinking I was no longer useful to you.. all those chemicals that pharmacist wanted, gone to waste, for I was just.. a fruit loop, to use your own words. But it backfired.. because your expensive chemicals.. have worn off." Experimentally, Pascha took a step forward, back towards his uncle. His body responded, if somewhat jerkily; he hid it by taking another, stronger step forward.
Fuck his mind, and fuck the 'chemicals' that hadn't been present for over a year now. It was his mind, not his uncle's, and certainly not anyone else's, and it was his body--it WOULD respond. Slowly, ever so slowly, Pascha began circling around his uncle. Power was a delicate balance, and he every intent of grabbing it away and not letting go.. "Do you see this? This.. this is something. I do not see nothing, so perhaps it is you that is the pathetic one, the one that is making things up.." Suddenly he stopped and threw himself in his uncle's face, ignoring the disgusting, filthy state his uncle was in and stared right into his eyes. His body was burning with the effort of standing so stock still, but he forced himself to stay, in order to say, "It is you who is nothing, nothing to me." Pascha repeated his previous words, this time with more force--no longer would he allow himself to be another's puppet, even in thought.
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