The GrandMage
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Ryan
Ryan had crumbled. He didn't really care what other people thought of him, he stood his ground. But now Elliot and Veronica were gone. Outside. Ike was losing it, and Ryan had no control. He said his piece to the widow, and let his mind blank as he went to get punch.
Ryan couldn't say much for other people, but he spent a lot of time like this when things were rough. Just not thinking, talking in things from his senses and letting experiences run over him like water, not trying to sort things out or comprehend them. The little voice in his head he recognized as thought was silent.
And suddenly someone else was talking there. Ryan swatted both hands to the sides of his head, and hunkered down, screaming with all his might. Ryan knew who he was. He spent a lot of time either contemplating his own thought, or what his blanked mind was like, with a certain 'low-level' though forsaking most of his higher intelligence for just following through on motions he'd trained into himself.
He knew his mind. And this was not his mind.
But it was in his head.
The closest thing Ryan could attribute this feeling to was one of mental rape. Something that was not him was in his head, HIS head. His quiet place had just been rudely broken into by someone who acted like they had every right to break in his house and make themselves a sandwich.
Ryan focused every iota of anger he had in himself, which had been getting quite loose in the recent arguements, and wrapped himself in it, almost waiting for the thing to come back, to attack it. He didn't wknow where it had come from, perhaps he had just gone as mad as Elliot, but he knew he would not take to this sort of treatment.
Ryan had crumbled. He didn't really care what other people thought of him, he stood his ground. But now Elliot and Veronica were gone. Outside. Ike was losing it, and Ryan had no control. He said his piece to the widow, and let his mind blank as he went to get punch.
Ryan couldn't say much for other people, but he spent a lot of time like this when things were rough. Just not thinking, talking in things from his senses and letting experiences run over him like water, not trying to sort things out or comprehend them. The little voice in his head he recognized as thought was silent.
And suddenly someone else was talking there. Ryan swatted both hands to the sides of his head, and hunkered down, screaming with all his might. Ryan knew who he was. He spent a lot of time either contemplating his own thought, or what his blanked mind was like, with a certain 'low-level' though forsaking most of his higher intelligence for just following through on motions he'd trained into himself.
He knew his mind. And this was not his mind.
But it was in his head.
The closest thing Ryan could attribute this feeling to was one of mental rape. Something that was not him was in his head, HIS head. His quiet place had just been rudely broken into by someone who acted like they had every right to break in his house and make themselves a sandwich.
Ryan focused every iota of anger he had in himself, which had been getting quite loose in the recent arguements, and wrapped himself in it, almost waiting for the thing to come back, to attack it. He didn't wknow where it had come from, perhaps he had just gone as mad as Elliot, but he knew he would not take to this sort of treatment.