The Depths of the Mind

[Drystan Marakos]

Though her eyes were closed, she needed them not for sight - through the boundless dark & silent places in her mind, her feelings stretched out like striking serpents; questing, seeking, desiring for more. More knowledge. More Awareness. More Understanding.

More.

More Life. More Death. More Feeling.

More.

The arcane & sacred power she wielded rose up within her like a torrent... a violent explosion of emotion which shattered her conciousness, obliterating the darkness behind her eyelids as surely as a supernova might obliterate the never-ending darkness of space...

If for but a moment.

And slowly... she opened her eyes.

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There was silence, stretching out around the pale-skilled elf for what seemed like ages - light years. Distance & time. Neither mattered to her. The silence had been why she'd chosen this place... a secluded corner, surrounded by strong stone towers of architecture & a winding staircase which led up to the enclosed space; it was unlikely she would be bothered here, as she waited for her student, and it was unlikely they would be bothered once she arrived.

It was the perfect place for a lesson in mental discipline... In exploring the depths of one's mind. In altering the minds of others.

Penetrating emerald eyes adjusted instantaneously to the light and she blinked. If one stared too long, they would become lost in the strange nature of the windows to her near-immortal soul - as beautiful & lively as they were, they seemed permanently stained in fresh blood... tiny specks of red dotted her eyes, which might be difficult to identify until witnessed up close.

The Lady Archmage was dressed simply; dark-colored robes and a soft linen gown which seemed to spread out around her like a pool of dark water. Long silver hair cascaded down her shoulders in rivulets; like quicksilver, and moving faintly of its' own accord.

It was here that she would be waiting...

[member="Janick Beauchamp"]

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

It was nice for Janick to actually visit that place called Kaikielius, where the Protectorate was established in an attempt to restore order to the Core; after the fall of the Alliance, life in the Core just wasn't the same. Now that she was on-world, she simply followed the Force-trail of someone she would believe was very powerful, but until she closed in within Force-diffraction range, Janick would have no idea as to whom that aura belonged, and the same would hold true in reverse. More than even crafting alchemical electronics, she is an expert in mental data transfers so she would suspect that this person wanted her to come so as to learn more about those, and also to learn extras via Drain Knowledge. Now, she had no idea whatsoever as to how fast [member="Archmage Madylina Isurius"]' mind was, nor how good her memory is, but as she climbed the winding staircase, she would realize, of course, that power was not the same as intelligence. Mental data transfers... it seems that brainpower is the main bottleneck; as much as the relative mental bandwidths of people involved are the main drivers behind pain, it is limited by the user's brainpower, too. Often dark-siders lacked the brainpower to see past physical applications of the Force, but I believe the tower's occupant is smart enough to make responsible use of mental data transfer, she thought, while finally facing the occupant of the tower, a white-haired Sephi from the looks of it.

"Welcome. I am Janick; I trust you would like to learn more about mental data transfer? There are two facets to mental data transfers: one is used to upload memories into others, and it can be used to alter or erase memories as well. The second is used to download memories from other people, and they are both subject to the same caveats. Alternatively, maybe you could tell me what could be of interest for me to download from you"