Seeds: In the Past
This is an IM RP between Addy(as Krotena) and Ezi-kyel. It is set in the past, when Addy was 22 years old and Ezi was 8, and they were both in the institute.
Filiadorma: She sat, quietly rocking back and forth with her hair clutched in her hands as emotions and sensations raced through her mind. She was whimpering softly to herself as she tried hard to shut them out. The man seated in front of her was stoicly taking notes on her reactions as he forced his mind into different patterns of thought, some violent, some angry, some extreemly sexual. Her body didn't know how to interpret them all. Her whimpers grew to a scream as she fought against her bonds to get further away from this, her tormenter.
Fizban: Ezi walked down the corridors with Mr.Ross his watcher. They were in a corner of the seeds building he seldom entered and didn't quite understand the objective of the excercise. David explained that he would be meeting an older sibling today. The Seeds seldom mixed with lower or higher generations over a year, let alone over a decade. Ezi didn't know why he was meeting her, but he had thought that it would be strange to suddenly have a meeting with just one other seed. Ezi was vigilint but unsuspecting of anything in general. Bruce needed watering. His schedule was changed around for today, and Ezi was irritated that he never got to water bruce. He wouldn't be very happy dehydrated on the windowsill left there for so long. Ezi thumbed a marble in his pocket as they walked on until they finally came to a door. Ezi was however daunted by the scream that would usher forth from the room as he approached it. Now Ezi got suspicous. What were they doing to this seed in there that caused her so much pain? He watched as Mr.Ross waited for the scream to end, eyeing Ezi for a moment, and then knocked on the door to announce his presence and ask if it was time for Ezi to enter. Ezi meanwhile took little time to close his eyes, and focus his energies. He seeped out from himself, and took but a moment to watch himself leaving his body behind, before projecting his mind into the room he was about to enter. He saw the teathered woman, and the doctor as he answered davids call for just a moment. The woman looked tired and ragged. He got closer to her, trying to get a good look at her.
Filiadorma: The doctor looked up from his pad and answered in a terse bland voice, "Give us just a moment, she needs to be medicated and brought back to zero. Then bring the other in." He turned back to his pad and slowly emptied his mind of all thought the way he was taught.
Krotena writhed on the cold stone floor of the lab, the piercing florescent lights reflected down on her shoulder length brown hair that shivered in red streaks as her fists pulsingly pulled on it. Her eys closed tight as she felt new presences enter her range. The one mind was cold, calculating, but innocent of its surroundings, the other was older, and human. She swallowed hard as the immediacy of the doctor's mind slipped into blankness. She felt the wariness and the concern of the other two more prominantly now. The doctor rose from his chair like some kind of menacing giant and stood over her. As her scream died and she stopped rocking so forcefully he reached for her. Suddenly her mind was overwhelmed with his nearness and a second scream ripped from her throat as his mind flooded hers and she couldn't interpret any of the scrambling visceral experiences coating her thoughts like glue. He jabbed a needle into her upper arm and injected the seed sickness medication into her blood stream. It felt like molten lead pouring into her system. With a lurch her hands planted themselves on the cold white sterile floor in front of her and she painted it a sickly yellow as her stomach emptied itself violently. The doctor withdrew huriedly, not wanting to get her vomit on his shoes or lab coat. She continued to sob as the meds calmed her down somewhat. but suddenly she felt a second presence in the room and could hear herself almost like a doubled echo as that presence heard her as well as feeding that information back to its source. she choked and vomited once more as this strange double vision confused her already overtaxed mind.
Fizban: Ezi saw the woman fall, and heard the doctor tell Ross and himself not to enter yet. He watched the woman retch, passivly taking in her demenor. He recognized the syrum for what it is, as a seed sickness med, as the doctor introduced it as such. However he also observed it help little when she reacted so violently to his touch. What was her power? He wondered. She barely looked like a seed to Ezi, used to the children with ears as his own, much longer and larger. He hadn't seen her eyes however, and was waiting to try and get a glimpse at them. He watched the doctor treat her cold and distantly. Showing obligation to her health, but not concern for her actual well being. He recognized that treatment, as he understood it to be standard within the facilty for all seeds. He usually however, didn't see such violent seed sickness. He rarely overtaxed his body with seed sickness, and had never used his powers so much that he had such a violent reaction. Ezi didn't really understand the variations between a generation such as his own and one of the very first generations there were. He knew that he was considered to be much more advanced and powerful, but those around him rarely mentioned the drawbacks and tortures some of the other seeds experienced at the hands of the facility. He felt a hand on his shoulder. It felt distant and displaced, but new it to be the hand of David. Either he had realized what Ezi was doing and was trying to summon him back to his body, or he was making a psuedo affectionate geasture. Ezi has been able to discern the jobs of the watchers to pretend to care, whilst the rest of the doctors had no obligations to be kind or caring towards him or any other seeds, and thus didn't waste the energy on it. Eitehr way, Ezi did not leave, not yet. He wanted to see more.
Filiadorma: Her mind reeled from the medication as it sank into her system. She felt her mind numbing a little more as the sedative/ anesthetic additive in the syrum calmed her down. Her body stopped trying to pour itself out onto the floor and she managed to swallow weakly. With her eyes open she groaned softly and fell to her side; her bonds cutting painfully into her wrists and the chains connecting them to the floor clinked and echoed in the bare room. She was completely exhausted. She finally managed to take in her surroundings, something she didn't get to do often since she was usually "blind" to all but the emotions and sensations of those around her. They were all invasive, scrolling across her mind like a cheap movie. She stared at the metal door to the lab and then let her eyes shift to the only furniture in the room, a metal table and a strait backed metal chair that scraped loudly as the doctor resumed his seat. She tested her bonds agian, her frail, almost emaciated body was not strong enough to break them, but she tested how far she could move to get away from whoever was entering the room. Her voice was a low whimper in the back of her throat as the leather and cotton wrist guards chained to two big staples in the white-painted cement floor dug into her wrists as she rolled away from the doctor's icy countenance. The meds slowly started to fade as her fast metabolism filtered them out of her system.
The doctor waited for her to start to seem to be gorwing more agitated before his nasally voice called out for the others waiting in the hall to enter.
She writhed as his interest in her mannerisms spiked and his emotions possesed her. She suddenly felt how intriguing she was, and how interesting the following experiment was going to be for him. With a shiver she tried to hold herself back from it all, praying that the meds would last just a little longer. It was so painful when her power kicked in full force. She wanted nothing more than to be left alone and to be alowed to take the sedative pills that let her sleep, the only reprieve from her power that she ever got.
Fizban: Ezi felt the hand grip him tighter now, and knew he must return so that his body may enter mind and all. He stopped sending energy to his mental apparition, and thus his mind was sucked back into his body. He had to will himself to move away from his body, but since his body was the ever present anchor for his mine, he could always simply stop mentally pulling himself, dragging his chains away from his body, and allow them to reel him back him at much faster pace. When Ezi would reach the limits of his mental range, if he were to cease his flow of energy, he could see the things beside him in a blur as his mind was sucked back to his body. He refrained from blinking excessively, as he would normal to try to regain his composure, and put much effort into showing no physical indication that he had astrally projected. Keeping himself from flinching or swaying in returning to his surroundings. The door opened before him as his vision returned, and he heard David tell him to go in, and not to worry, everything would be fine. It took him a moment to take that in, as he moved within the room, and saw a bit clearer now the doctor and the woman. He always felt more like he was looking through a window, or at a vid screen when projecting. Images relayed back to his brain from afar, interpreted and sent by his mind, instead of taken in by his eyes. Ezi now smelled the pungent odor of the puke next to the disheveled woman lying on the floor. How disgusting he thought, hoping never to be as her, when he became that age. Attributing that perhaps her condition was due to her age. Again the doctors never spoke of the aging process of the seeds, but then again, seeing as he believed her to be the oldest of generatins, they may not really know. He immediately took note again of her bonds. Chains linking her to the floor and nothing else. He could see the latches around her wrists. Immediately he formulated how he could focus his mind upon them, and undo the bonds freeing her. Not that he would. Merely marking on the idea incase he needed to free himself. He also focused on the door. It looked to be of standard conformation. Easy to unlock mentally as well. If need be, he could incpacitate both unarmed elders in the room, free himself from the bonds, and escape. He was paranoid, but seeing as there was only one chair, and a seed of low stability was already in it. He thought practically, that there would be little probabilty of him being placed within it. At least not at this current point in time. He would not forget of this, and prepare. Everything was preparation.
Filiadorma: Her hands strained harder agaist the bonds conecting her to the floor as she watched the door open and a small child enter. Her eyes widened as she felt the mind behind his outwardly bland face. He was curious, he was offended, and he was ignorant. Her heart beat faster as the meds wore off bit by bit and she took in more and more of his impressions. She couldn't read his thoughts, but his cool exterior was no block to her as her power returned to full strength. She began to writhe and the pantleg of her scrubs brushed through the puke on the floor, sending a calmingly real jolt of physical input to her brain. She latched onto it and closed her eyes. She had to limit her own imput, it made the imput from others more bearable. She clung to her sence of self and laid perfectly still, trying to only feel the pain in her wrists, the cool dampness as the stain on her pants grew, and the shiveringly cold floor benieth her back.
The doctor smiled faintly at the boy and gestured for him to stand in front of the table. "Just think, about anything. We're looking to see what her reaction levels are. Touch her if you'd like, just be careful of her reach, she can get violent. Try and refrain from using your power until we tell you to, we'll be right outside." with that he sliped from the room.
Krotena's mind began to reel as the voices filtered through her muddled state. She opened her eyes and stared at the boy seed, waiting for him to do something.
Fizban: Ezi didn't like this at all. He was placed in a room with nothing but some sick woman, left by another doctor and his own instructor. He half wanted to astral project and follow and see what they do and wish of him, say without him hearing. However, he was placed here with a purpose, and thus he was not going to disobey. He stared into the eyes of the woman, looking up to him from the floor. He watched her shiver and convulse a bit. He wondered what he was supposed to do. This woman was strange. What was her power? Her reactions? Thinking? Ezi couldn't quite put everything together yet. He wished he could bring Bruce with him. He would help him. The woman looked like she could be prettier if she was cleaned up. He wondered. What wanted to help the lady up, half to show a fake affectionate geasture, and half to get a better look of her. The position she was in on the floor made him uneasy, he wasn't used to seeing his olders in such a fashion, and wished to conform her to the expected appearance he had come to get from those her age. Like reparinig the scene, his mind had been taught well by the institue. He wondered when they would tell him he could use his powers. He wondered how long this excercise would last. He wanted to ask the other seeds from and close to his generation if they had gone to see this lady. He hoped this would end fast. He wondered if the woman would attack him if she weren't chained to the floor. If she were to attack would she have any offensive abilities? Could she hurt him? He wondered if they released her, would he punished for protecting himself with his powers.
Filiadorma: Krotena stared at the boy and tried to focus her blurry vision. She felt the meds slip another notch and her powers strengthened a little more. She felt his perplexity and his angst. She heard the retreating steps of those outside the door, and smelled their fear. Something was supposed to happen. What was this young seed going to do to her? What were his talents? Was he the "otherness from before?" With an agonizing moan she managed to start to sit up, the chains clinking and her vision swimming with the effort. The doctor had kept her in this room, in this possition for over three hours now, she was exhausted. She looked back at the boy as she levered herself into a semi sitting position and spoke, her voice raspy and horse from her screaming, "What do you want Seedling?"
Fizban: "To achieve my directive with expedience and efficiency." Ezi said autonomously. His vocublary was far beyond that of one his age. He noticed that people regarded him more maturely, and more seriously if he used the vocab his elders, so he quickly learned to copy there vernacular. After saying it, he realized he didn't quite realize what at this time that was. What was he supposed to do here. Stand around and think. Ezi didn't understand. Ezi watched her with but slight empathy for her situation. He seperated himself from her emotionally however, refusing to imagine himself in her position, and thus refusing to pity her. Pity was irrelevent. He had the sudden urge to splash the vomit away to the other side of the room with his mind. Just get it away from them. He glanced to the door a moment, his expression showing his confusion for a moment, before looking back to the woman before her, his eyes as frigid as his face appared. His mask was near impeccable. With a few more years of practice, he would be able to hide even the slightest hints of emotion in most situations. Yet, little did he know, that body language was no barrier to this woman. He was insecure in this instructured task. There were few placed rules, and he knew not of the expected inputs or outputs in the situation. He had no creativity, and thus stood there waiting for more instructions to come, or waiting for the lady to add more imput of her own.
Filiadorma: Krotena sat before the seedling and contemplated him as her body accepted more and more input from him. They were now completely alone, all other bodies were far enough away that they were more like a buzzing in the back of her mind instead of any actual input. She tilted her head to the side and sneared, eyes narrowed, "well aren't you just the perfect fucking soldier! Why don't you run on back to your warden and get better orders instead of standing there like some defective robot worrying about what I might or might not do to you! Stop being such a fucking hardass - what are you, 5? Seedlings shouldn't torture their elders, didn't you know that?" She clutched her head as her mind spun, her fingers interlacing at the crown of her head as she rocked forward, yanking on her hair as her eyes suddenly squeazed tight. "STOP FEELING SO MUCH!!!" she screamed at the seedling, his veneer confusing her mind as more and more of his insecurity sifted through to her and she started to feel more and more of what he felt. "Dear god... I can feel how soft your shirt is. You long for something... green.... You're not fooling anyone, you're just a carbon copy of the tool that they want, and an imperfect tool at that!" she hissed through clenched teeth.
The doctor's voice hissed through an intercom in the wall by the door. "Use your powers, immobilize her and show her your abilities, we need to see how she reacts. You're doing fine." Despite his words, the doctor's voice was bland, devoid of emotion, and even more nasal over the intercom.
Krotena felt the doctor and his excitement at the upcoming moment in his experiment. "Sick fucker..." She lifted her eyes to the seedling, her voice seeped from between clenched teeth, "Please, if you have an iota of individual thought in that pointy eared head of yours, DON'T use your powers..."
Fizban: Ezi was extremely confused at this point. Torture? There was no torture...Gree
n? His eyes narrowed at her, as she made mention of Bruce. Don't bring Bruce into this he thought avidly. She was reading him. Did they have this on profile or something? Was this written down? How did someone who knew nothing about him, never met him, say so much. She acted like she knew him better then Mr.Ross. Finally it clicked. If he was older it would have made sense much faster. If she had truly been watching him, and reading up on him, she would have known of Bruce, and simply said that. However, she didn't and said what she felt. She was an,...an. Ezi couldn't remember the word at this time, and it irritated him. Everything was irritating him. He didn't like this woman yelling at him. When the command was issued, Ezi faltered. He had never been giving an order to use his powers on anything other then inanimate objects, and test subjects. But another seed? An elder. He felt like he should be adhearing to her requests rather then harming her. However, she was not his supierior. He had other tasks at hands. It all felt so wrong, so incorrect. He wasn't supposed to hurt people inside the facility. His mind burst outwards, and he encircled her with telekinetic energy. Her chains began to levitate, and her shirt looked as thought it was weightless as well. The woman looked more and more distressed by the moment. Yet he was told to use his powers. He could astral project. But they told him to immobolize her. As far as he knew, that wouldn't immobolize this woman or anyone else. He had no choice, or so he felt. He told himself he had no choice, told himself he had to comply or else punishment. He had to look out for himself, he had to achieve, he had to succeed, and had to win. He has nothing else, he lives for nothing else but achievement and success. Yet another voice, down and deep sighed inwardly. His face contorted momentarily in this struggle he was having. Worry marked on his face, outlined by indecision. His inner voice faltered. He shouldn't care. No one cared for him, thus he should care for no one. The woman would be thrust back, pushed down to the floor, and held against it by 25 pounds of force pressing on her cheast and abdomen. Guilt submerged his face returned to it's mask, and he merely stood there, staring at her releasing the mental energy unto her.
Filiadorma: Krotena gasped as the air was pushed from her lungs. She writhed as the force of his indecision washed over her. His powers on her was almost a physical touch. She was suddenly overwhelmed with his inner thoughts. A faint scream escaped her lips as she squeazed her eyes shut and struggled against her new bonds.
The doctor made notes on his clipboard, watching through the glass as she writhed in pain, he thought for sure it was feined. This one was weak. She didn't want to be a test subject, didn't see the necessity for their projects. He shook his head and sent through the intercom, "Not too much now, don't kill her. We still need her." His deadpan voice hinting at the innter tummult he felt, she was yielding such interesting results, they would have to see what would be her breaking point to this most interesting power. "Touch her...." he turned to the man standing against the wall behind him for the seed's name, "Ezi, touch her." He muttered to himself as he wrote, "We need to find out how she reacts to physical stimulus while overloaded with emotional and visceral..."
The parts of Krotena's body that wasn't being constricted by this seedling that had been sent to torment her began to twitch as she fought despirately to get away. She felt her body giving out, the meds having been completely disolved as her increased heart rate and her struggles increased her already rapid metabolism that much more. The doctor's tinny voice filtered through her pain as well as his inner glee; she could describe it as nothing less. She was well aware of what would happen when the seedling touched her. She felt his calmness, and the inner turmoil, she couldn't let that happen. She opened her eyes and managed to utter a single sylable,"No...."
Fizban : Ezi remembered well what happened when the doctor touched her. He hated the doctor. He just wanted to leave, go back to his room. What a stupid assignment, pointless he told himself. He snapped back to the here and now, unable to conceal his emotions his face painted his fear and agitation at this assignment. No he told himself, he was failing. Ezi took a few, small steps towards the woman. Then she opened her eyes. He moved to her side to look down at her fast. He could see the fear and pain painted on them. Why does this hurt her so much? Ezi didn't understand, it never hurt anyone else this much. He wondered if he astral projected away from her, if it would help her any. But he couldn't telekinetically pin her and astral project at the same time. His hand came up now, next to her, palm down pointing at her. She would feel the force now spreading to her arms and legs as well, so that she could not strike him as he slowly bent down to touch her arm. Just above the wrist, he could see the redness creeping up her arm from the friction of her constrictions. His hand began to shake as it approached her skin, and his concentration wavered. The energy fluctuating from 15 pounds to 35 pounds now. However, he did make contact with her. With but the point of his middle finger, with his left hand. His right one aimed at her chest to maintain power distribution over her whole body.
Filiadorma: Krotena stared wild eyed up at the seedling as he approached her. She used her minimal strength to shove against the invisible barrier as it fluctuated. her muscles clenched and released as she faught to free herself. She had to be away. She had to be as far from this new menace, this new torture as possible. As the power from the seedling pressed down itno her legs and she could no longer thrash around on the floor, she tried to open her mouth to scream. No sound ensued, it was just her mouth stretched tight as she stared in horor as the boy's fingers reached for her. The sensations that washed through her mind were intollerable. They were so inconsistant with her own thoughts that they stood out like daggers in her brain, just waiting to stab her. She felt his concentration flicker as the weight on her body increased and decreased with his indecision. She felt how his hand moved through the stale air of the room, felt as if she were standing over her own body and torturing herself. Her mind reeled with the influx of information and the seedsickness began to rise. Her limbs twitched and she gasped for air as her throat closed. As his delicately soft child's finger came into contact with her skin, her whole body lept against the pressures of his power as for that one moment they were joined. She felt all of him, her over abused sences washed her with his mind. She smelled the scent of her vomit on the floor. She felt the air moving over his over-laquered hair, she tasted his fear, she heard her heavy breathing and the thoughts of doubt and finally resolutuion scrambling through his brain. She felt her own skin, sticky with sweat, and she smelled the reak of her own fear and pain rippling off her body in waves.
Fizban: Ezi kyel jumped back after touching her. Her skin was clammy and soaked with sweat. She was eerily cold. He could feel her attempts to brake from his mind. She was frail, and he could feel it. His powers ceased. She couldn't breath. He could hear her struggling for air, could feel her throat closing up as his mind had splashed forcefully across her body. He immediately began formulating excuses for his actions. His hands fidgeted as he merely stared at her now. His toes wiggled in his shoes as he retained composure and faked being calm. He had to release agitation, without them realizing that his actions changed due to said irritations and fear. "Why did I have to get chosen for this assignment, why couldn't it have been somebody else!" Ezi said angrily in his mind backing away from her more as the seconds passed by. He didn't know what to regret, letting her go, or using his powers in the first place.
Filiadorma: Krotena's body relaxed in a faint as the seedling's powers released her. She felt her mind sink deeper into his thoughts as he withdrew, the more focused she became. She couldn't take much more before her body would collapse from sheer exhaustion as the seed sickness destroyed her body. She couldn't feel her body any longer, all she felt was her mind processing and rerocessing the information from those around her. It was a chaotic mass that swirled through her brain. As air surged into her starved lungs she gasped and coughed. She brought her head to her hand to clutch at her raw throat. "Oh god please, no more!"
The doctor made studious notes on his ever present pad and couldn't believe how interesting this subject was. She was showing just how focused her powers could be. She had obviously repulsed the boy. They would have to probe him later to see if his reaction had been induced by her. Perhapse she could overwhelm the minds of her targets if she was in contact with them. She would be a useful tool.
She shook, abandoned on the floor and blinded by the ongoing rain of impulses. She wanted to be sick, but her stomach had long ago vomited up the last of it's contents. Instead she lurched forward, trying to stand and run. The chains aborted her flight and yanked her back. Her head connected with the floor, hard. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she passed out, falling limp and abused to the floor of the room.
Fizban: Ezi kyel jumped back after touching her. Her skin was clammy and soaked with sweat. She was eerily cold. He could feel her attempts to brake from his mind. She was frail, and he could feel it. His powers ceased. She couldn't breath. He could hear her struggling for air, could feel her throat closing up as his mind had splashed forcefully across her body. He immediately began formulating excuses for his actions. His hands fidgeted as he merely stared at her now. His toes wiggled in his shoes as he retained composure and faked being calm. He had to release agitation, without them realizing that his actions changed due to said irritations and fear. "Why did I have to get chosen for this assignment, why couldn't it have been somebody else!" Ezi said angrily in his mind backing away from her more as the seconds passed by. He didn't know what to regret, letting her go, or using his powers in the first place.
Filiadorma: Krotena's body relaxed in a faint as the seedling's powers released her. She felt her mind sink deeper into his thoughts as he withdrew, the more focused she became. She couldn't take much more before her body would collapse from sheer exhaustion as the seed sickness destroyed her body. She couldn't feel her body any longer, all she felt was her mind processing and rerocessing the information from those around her. It was a chaotic mass that swirled through her brain. As air surged into her starved lungs she gasped and coughed. She brought her head to her hand to clutch at her raw throat. "Oh god please, no more!"
The doctor made studious notes on his ever present pad and couldn't believe how interesting this subject was. She was showing just how focused her powers could be. She had obviously repulsed the boy. They would have to probe him later to see if his reaction had been induced by her. Perhapse she could overwhelm the minds of her targets if she was in contact with them. She would be a useful tool.
She shook, abandoned on the floor and blinded by the ongoing rain of impulses. She wanted to be sick, but her stomach had long ago vomited up the last of it's contents. Instead she lurched forward, trying to stand and run. The chains aborted her flight and yanked her back. Her head connected with the floor, hard. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she passed out, falling limp and abused to the floor of the room.
Fizban: Ezi watched on half dazed. If he had reacted faster he could have cushioned her head, but he didn't. Also, it might have looked bad. Ezi was never so unsure of his image as he had been during this session. It was really a trying experience. Ofcourse much more so for the woman unconcious on the floor, but she already lived that life. "Is my objective completed?" Ezi asked in a professional tone. She scared him. Would he ever have to do this again he wondered. He didn't want to ask though, he just wanted to leave. He swept away the puke and blew it to the other corner of the room, it splattering on the wall near the floor. He made it look nonchalont, as though it was merely an after thought of his. His toes clenched and unclenched in his shoes. He wondered how badly the woman was hurt. He couldn't know, his powers gave him no insight to such things. He looked up to the speaker that relayed the doc's voice, waiting impaciently for answers, he wanted out and out now.
Filiadorma: The doctor moved into the room and motioned for the watcher to take the younger seed back to his room. He didn't even look at the boy, just moved to kneel by the fallen seed woman and inject another large dose of the serum into her veins. He stood and crossed to the intercom on the wall. He pressed the call button and sat back down behind the table finishing his observations. It was a pity the woman had fainted so soon, he had wanted to determine if her powers were purely receptive or if they held any offensive abilities. He looked up as the door scraped again and four large men entered the room. "Unbind her and bring her back to her isolation room. Then have someone clean up this room."
She shivered against the stone floor, cold from shock and exhaustion. She opened her eyes to see the four wards walking towards her. She flinched back from them as far as her sore wrists would let her and her bare feet scrabbled against the floor seeking purchase. She whimpered as the first man reached towards her wrists and as his skin contacted her she let out a shattering scream. Her chest hurt from the lack of air from before, but somehow she found the strength to scream as this man's mind melted into her own. As he calmly unbuckled her wrist, she felt the meds kick in and she was able to discern him from the other three holding her down. Their minds were all filthy. They raped her thoughts and impressions. She saw their lust for her struggling body, she felt their power trips, she felt the trickle of sympathy, and more powerful than all that was the hatred they all felt for how difficult she was being. They didn't know, or care, that their touch was like iron brands on her skin. The medication and sedatives filtered through her system slowly, her blood sluggish from her exhaustion. As they lifted her she did her best to thrash away from them. If she could only get free she could run, run anywhere. Anywhere that was away from here. She grunted and moaned as their dirty minds wrapped her in a sticky blanket and the rest of her power's range narrowed down to the eight fiery points of contact.
The doctor walked with them, and slid his access card through the slot to open her room. The room was bland, completely bare of all decorations. The only furniture it held was a bed against the far wall under the window and a series of tubes protruding from a locked panel in the wall. The wards dropped the seed on the bed and then held her down forcibly as she struggled against them. They bound first her wrists and then her ankles to the bed frame. The doctor dismissed the wards and moved to prep her for her IV.
She moaned in a pitiful, continuous wail as the doctor moved about the room. Her hands were pulled painfully over her head to prevent her from dislodging the IV and her ankles were held at a painful angle at either lower corner of the bed frame that was riveted to the floor. She could only buck her torso up and down in protest. Her words left her as the shot the doctor had given her in the cell before began to wear off and her range increased. Suddenly she felt a pulling against her mind. She was thirsty, amazingly so. It was true she had not had anything to drink in an extremely long time, but she knew that they would send someone to feed her as soon as she was connected back to the IV. She felt this thirst though as if it was from elsewhere. It was so foreign to her senses that she knew it wasn't really her feeling. She suddenly quieted as the calming nature of such an all-consuming need swept her up. She felt relaxed, but thirsty. She closed her eyes and swallowed the pain in her throat. They flew open again however when the doctor stuck her with the IV and she felt the molten medication begin to sooth her tired brain, relieving it from it's horrible power. She closed her eyes and let herself sink into much needed sleep.
Fizban: Mr. Ross led Ezi back to his dormitory, as soon as the other seed was evacuated from the testing room. They walked in silence, side by side. Ezi wore a mask of impassionate carelessness, and apathy to his surroundings. To his watcher, it would appear almost as a look of supieriority to the very walls to which surrounded him. "I need two glasses of water please. One for myself, and ofcourse one for Bruce." David complied by veering off to the dormitory food supply, and filling to glasses of water. Carrying them back to Ezi's room, Ezi opened the door, and Dr.Ross set the glasses down on the nightstand by Ezi's bed. Tucked into the corner of the room, at the end of the bed sat a window, half over the bed, and half past the foot of the bed frame. Bruce sat on his nightstand, Ezi having taken him down from the window earlier but hadn't gotten to attend to his needs yet, due to todays excercise. Ezi spoke tonelessly to Mr. Ross, asking "Are we done for today" The answer was yes, he would show up for classes tomorrow no harm done. David then left the room with his own observations, as Ezi tended to need that was Bruce. He was calling out for water, and Ezi could hear him load and clear. Ezi pored the glass of water all around the base of the potted plant, making sure to get all the soil on the top wet. As he felt Bruces call for water fade, it was replaced with a warm feeling of fullness, or relief that his thirst was sated. Ezi took the plant into his hands, holding it with one hand on the bottom and the other supporting the side. He got a distinct feeling palyed unto him. A curiosity, an polar seeming attraction. The plant pulled at Ezi's mind. Trying almost it felt like, to pull Ezi's mind out of his skin. Ezi moved to a cross legged sitting position with his back supported by his headboard, and Bruce sitting on his legs in his lap. He focused and left his body behind, his mind free from the physical constrictions. Bruce then immediatly pushed his mind in another direction, towards a wall in a diagonal angle out form his room. Ezi passed through the walls on this course set by bruce, and very quickly stumbled upon the woman from but minutes earlier.
Filiadorma: Krotena’s eyed roamed over the tiles covering the ceiling of her room. The doctor was gone and she was finally alone. The medications were washing away most of her powers and making her feel lethargic and woozy. She had managed to pass out long enough to recover somewhat from her extreme exhaustion, but now she was awake and drifting through a world of blurry sensations and severe separation from herself. As her throat worked, swallowing the thirst quenching water that had been poured down over her, she looked around the room, vaguely concerned that there was no one there, pouring any water. She blinked, her head swimming as her vision cleared and vertigo swept over her from the drugs. She moaned slightly as suddenly someone that she couldn’t see entered her range and then her room. She stared into the corner, perplexed. Who had entered her room? How had they made it from the door, which had remained closed, to the far corner without her seeing them? She shook her head lightly and closed her eyes. The trip she was on from the medication was stronger this time; they must have upped her dose. She focused on an imaginary point where the blurry emotions of curiosity and surprise emanated. She blinked again and regretted it. When she closed her eyes, she recognized the presence. It was so like that echo of a being that had been in the room right before the Seedling had entered. She swallowed to wet her throat, “Who’s there? Haven’t you had enough seedling?”
Fizban: If Ezi was standing, he would have fallen over himself at that point. No one had ever seen him before in this state. He backed up into the wall. As though she was actually seeing him, and hiding in the wall could conceal his presence. He couldn't speak in this form, for speaking required vocal cords with which to make sound. He knew not of how he could answer any question. He wondered more about her power. Could she see him? Did she read his thoughts? Did she know about bruce? No one knew about Bruce. No one knew the truth anyway. Anyone who had any part in his caretaking knew that he had a plant loaned from the medical center, but no one really knew about Bruce. He feared she would reveal his secret if she did. He recalled her strange reactions to him, there was so much chaos he didnt understand it all. But he knew she was in some fore telepathic, having been informed upon all the forms of mental power, having two of them himself. However, he still didn't have the reasoning ability to put everything together. It was obvious that the closer a person was to her, it hurt her. That much was particularly obvious. Thus he realized that she had nothing on the way of control. He would find out. He wonder the extent of her possible interaction with him.
Filiadorma: She rolled her head back and forth on her pillow as she ranted up at the cieling. She knew he was there, but his otherness was just too strange for her brain to comrehend for very long, that and the drugs were slowly but surely numbing her senses to the point where she was nothing more than a blithering idiot. She kept blinking away the blurry images that the room kept casting. The seedling's confusion and sudden fear were like a shout, heard from the mouth of a cave, delivered from it's darkest depths. It barely even registered in her brain as more than a confusing and slightly annoying reverberation against the walls that the meds cast around her power.
"MMMM Seedling, you have no idea what they're going to do to you when they find out how well you walk through walls! I wish I could see you...I imagine you're very interested in how I came to be... or not... not that I care to tell you. MMM... These drugs make it almost impossible to feel you... but you're still there, over in the corner, all stealthy..." She laughed deep in her throat, somewhere between a laugh and a choked sob. She swallowed and felt tears trail down her cheeks. "Dear god I could just die!"
This scenario kept up for many days after. Krotena would lie in her bed drugged and listless, strapped to the matress like some dangerous individual, and talk to the seedling who liked to hide in her wall. She never was entirely sure why she spoke to him; but she never worried that he would go back and tell her tales to others, she could sense his curiosity and innocence. When she finally left the institute she vowed to destroy it and all associated with it. In her semipermenant drunken state she forgot that curious seedling and his peculiar plant. All she remembered was the times when the doctors would come and drag her from her room either comatose or screaming in agony. It is amazing how resilent the mind is. Tortures and agonies can be aplied to it repeatedly and it will simply shut them out and build a front of pure, unadulterated hate and resentment towards it's toturers.
Ezi watched on, as often as he could spare the energy. His sessions could only last 2 hours or so, and only a few times a day. But he easily planned this around his activities. He soon came to a point of communication, as best as possible. He would intensify an emotion to relay his message in response to her sayings. He had a lot of practice on hiding emotions as well, as he would see what she could and couldn't sense, and he would see how hard he would have to think about something else, to cover up the feelings from the previous subject. He learned alot about what they did to the woman, he came to know as krotena. He tried to convey the meaning of his plant to her often, as though he could carry the signal of it's being to her on his own astral projection. Which ofcourse he couldn't, but she seemed to understand a good concept of bruce, on her more,...sane or conscious days. Ezi kept repeating the thought of bruce over and over again while astrally next to her to try and help her. Seeing as, although he couldn't really understand it, but bruce was interested in her as well. He learned so much from those few weeks she remained in this place. He had always felt alone in the complex...spying on those around him for years gave him a huge insight. Where once his purpose was all but to follow the orders they gave, he now contemplated the fantasies of the outside world. Thoughts of rebellion and escape danced in his mind, fleeting however when one of his tasks were around. As though the idea just vanished, his mind couldn't take the time to contemplate rebelling against his caretakers of sorts, when they were around. The only thing he could was listen to them. The years of conditioning to be absolutly obediant and conforming, were not something Ezi could shake of really. As well as the fact that Ezi despite his roaming, never thought to phase into the cafeteria's back rooms. Glancing in the kitchen to see what he might be served that day was one thing, but never did he see the drugs they put into the food where he wasn't looking.
Ezi was sad when he flowed into her room one day, and she was gone. Same as the next, and the next, when he realized that she was not coming back. Bruce couldn't point him in the right direction anymore either. However, that merely assisted in the emotional conditioning Ezi had been enduring all his life. He had found someone different, someone unlike the doctors and supervisors. But now they were gone, and thus he was back to the cold treatment of those around you.
Ezi would sometimes wonder, on boring days with nothing to do and no where to go, where it was that she went, if he would ever see her again.
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