Post by Callypso on Aug 27, 2010 16:27:15 GMT -5
Iso couldn’t help but stare as the mouse, by all appearances, turned to maul his sandwich for past pastrami misdeeds. Her concern wavered uncertainly between bewilderment at the Jossigy’s unpredictable mood swings and memory loss, anger at the person responsible for his misfortune and the discomfort that accompanied her uncertainty on how to proceed. There were too many feelings bombarding her at the moment and she called upon Logic to sort out the tangles in her mind.
Unfortunately for the Corvie, she had not yet learned that it was not exactly logical to divorce emotion from pure thought. Had she been inclined to listen to her instincts (she had stamped out that little habit quite some time ago) it might have provided her with fuel for her next move. As it was, Iso just stared at the strange fellow before her.
Er, yes? It is quite satisfactory, she managed to mumble, though truth be told the ferret had quite lost her appetite.
It dismayed her that Marsallo had so quickly been overtaken by the evident tampering of his mind. Surely, it was to protect the monster who had experimented on him, but it left her with more questions than answers. It was suddenly very important for her to be able to help her lunch companion. It wasn't... right... that his mental capacities had been violated, and she desperately wanted to mend his memory. She needed more information if she were to right this vermin’s medical maladies.
Once again, she struggled awkwardly for words.
Marsallo, don’t you find it peculiar that you seem unable to recall that particular incident?
Unfortunately for the Corvie, she had not yet learned that it was not exactly logical to divorce emotion from pure thought. Had she been inclined to listen to her instincts (she had stamped out that little habit quite some time ago) it might have provided her with fuel for her next move. As it was, Iso just stared at the strange fellow before her.
Er, yes? It is quite satisfactory, she managed to mumble, though truth be told the ferret had quite lost her appetite.
It dismayed her that Marsallo had so quickly been overtaken by the evident tampering of his mind. Surely, it was to protect the monster who had experimented on him, but it left her with more questions than answers. It was suddenly very important for her to be able to help her lunch companion. It wasn't... right... that his mental capacities had been violated, and she desperately wanted to mend his memory. She needed more information if she were to right this vermin’s medical maladies.
Once again, she struggled awkwardly for words.
Marsallo, don’t you find it peculiar that you seem unable to recall that particular incident?
