Micky spent some time to patrol around the mindscape of his random thoughts. But he didn’t find anything all that interesting. Since you know, they were just his current thoughts. What he did find interesting was the clarity. This seemed to be the next level of meditation, or maybe a few levels beyond that… probably. Since each and every thought was crystal clear to the point that he figured that he could physically enter them… this gave Micky ideas as he looked over at some in the forbidden section. However, he forbade himself from enjoying it until he found a way out of here!... (loading)... who are we kidding, that was exactly what he did and where he went. He figured he might as well, it wasn’t like anybody was looking, and since there was nobody there to judge, why not?
After learning how to take on multiple perspectives from his adventures with Prin, and a few others he finally decided it was time to leave. Micky looked back on his dark thoughts, then forward to his lighter shallower thoughts. It didn’t take him long to put things together and he followed the lighter thoughts out.
But the interesting thing is what happened when he was outside of his own head. He could feel the mind mage was still in there. And the mage was trapped. Going back inside his head was easy enough with the mind mage making the connection. Following the path back inside his head he found the mage inside of his dark thoughts trapped. The mage knew that it wasn’t his thoughts, or ‘real’ but that didn’t stop him from being trapped. After all this was inside of Micky’s head not his own. He could introduce things and aspects, but Micky was ultimately in as much control here as he usually was inside of his own head. Admittedly that wasn’t much, he certainly couldn’t prevent himself from thinking of certain things. And, once he thought of something, it was a real bitch to unthink it. At the same time, he could easily toss around the simple mind mage. All the mage had was his avatar of his mind, stripped from his own protective mind, now stuck in a literally hostile environment that hates him. It seemed sticking him into the dark thoughts was the greatest defense against this type of magic that Micky could have asked for.
Micky watched as the mind mage slowly stopped struggling against the dark thoughts as he gave in. While he could influence the person’s mind he was in, he could also be forced, brutally, to act as the victim’s whims demand. It was actually, almost the opposite of what people thought a mind mage did. Since you would have to force somebody’s avatar into your own mind to force your will onto them.
Micky didn’t know exactly what was going on, but he was winning. He slowly strolled up to the incapacitated mind mage preparing to land the winning hit. Since the mage was already incapacitated he had already technicaly won. The crowd was booing the performance since there really wasn’t anything to see. And most of it was just the two mages standing there staring into each other’s eyes.
Then Micky saw everything start to turn black. He felt an extreme pain on his cheek and registered a firm *smack* to said cheek at the same time.
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Micky woke up in the infirmary. There was an older gentleman screaming about his disciple as he was being restrained. However, considering he was a mind mage he seemed to be somewhat restraining himself too… barely.
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Yolanda was there and she was looking on like the cat that landed a trout twice her size. She was staring at the other old man with a shit eating grin. She asked “Well, as this old man is so kindly asking, would you be willing to return his disciple after he performed the highly forbidden, for their own safety, spell called possession? Again, if your willing, because it is all your decision and there is nothing he can do or say about it. I wouldn’t mind either way, since I can take this old man out, or skin him for all that he’s worth.”
Micky nodded his head and thought about it. He looked over at the old man, then looked over at the mind mage that had rammed himself into his head to end him. Then he followed the connection and dived back into his own mind, if he does that a few more times he might not even need the connection.
Following the connection he found the comatose mind mage shivering and mumbling things like ‘it’s not my fault’ ‘I hate myself’ or ‘please, somebody, anybody just kill me!’. He moved over to touch the mindmage and was shocked to find his thoughts bleeding over. He now knew why, what, who, and even a maybe on where. He smiled a cheshire smile. This was going to be good.
Coming back out he looked over at Yolanda. “You know I could, but there is a problem. Why would I release my own assassin?” He said. Then he looked over at the master of the disciple. This was just in time to see him mumble something like [Mind Spike] Before Micky saw Yolanda scream and charge them man. But that didn’t matter to Micky because he was blacked out again. Only, this time he blacked out the entire time was pure agony. Granted as he was blacked out the agony was distant. But, he would come too every so often only to be immediately punched back into a painful unconscious by the intensity of it. Micky did not know how long this went on for but he was slowly soothed back into consciousness.
He saw blood, lots and lots of blood. His head was on top of Yolanda’s thighs as he woke up this time. He was looking at the ceiling and thinking about what could have happened to have so much blood on the cieling. But then he realized that it was a different ceiling. He briefly wondered if he was still himself but shook that thought off because he recognized Yolanda.
“So, tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.” Said Yolanda.
Micky figured she could only mean what he had gleaned from the consciousness inside of his head so he told her. “He was just the disciple so he didn’t know much. What he did know was that his master ordered him to kill me. They also came from a nieghboring viscounty, though he wasn’t supposed to talk about that. He didn’t know why per se, but I saw enough to infer a lot of things. I think he knew enough to know without actually knowing.” Micky explained.
Yolanda said “Yes, the master was ordered here to spy by the baron’s neighbors. The neighboring viscount is getting tired of being on and wishes to be a full count instead. However, for that they need land. So they figure they can take over the ‘shortlived’ up and coming baron’s land. In addition they figured that they could take out the controlling counts man and watch the chaos that ensues. Even if they had gotten caught the baron would have lost confidence and they could seize the initiative to force the turnover of land… yes that means occupy it by force, not through a vote of no confidence, though they will probably push for that as well. Yes, I’m aware that we have evidence that points the assassination to them in the first place, welcome to bureaucracy kid. Of course, as you survived the assassination then the vote will not only not pass, but also backfire. But they are already too committed to not.”
Micky thought about it for a moment. “Then what if there was no assassination attempt?”
Yolanda looked at him confused, then she smirked at him. “So what you saying is, what if they report an assassination attempt, but one wasn’t reported in the baron’s territory. When the viscount reports a vote, because of an attempt, without one, they will simply implicate themselves? Then what do we do with these.” Yolanda pointed to a bloodstain with chunky bits, it groaned. Oh, it was still alive, Micky assumed it was the master, though he couldn’t really identify it.
“Who says there was no assassination attempt? Especially one on me? But it ‘Hasn’t’ happened yet...” Micky said. This was a strategy that had been used on him innumeral times by Bob, or well Pinky, so he knew it well.
Yolonda said “Oh child, you are so evil. You fit right in with all these politicians, and nobles!”
Micky said, “Thank you?...”