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2 days later
We're back in the appartement
"So, want to visit John?"I ask
"Yeah, I'm also missing Tim..."He replys
"OK then, 5 minutes until I get ready!"
"DEOMI! FELIX! YOU GUYS HAVE AN EXPIREMENT TO DO!" Says the speaker man
"Good timing..." says Felix
"Well, I guess this clothes will have to do..."I say
"Why were you switching?"He questions
"You know why...(OOC: You know too...)"
We get out of our "room" and we are quickly escorted to a room. Imagine what room...the one where we did horible things to each other! I'm scared...
"Felix, whatever happens, remember, I love you"I say. Tears drop of my face. Tears of fear. Tears of love. Tears.
"Love you too"He's crying too.
"Well, we all know that Felix can transform himself in a cat. We also know that gives him a regeneration ability. we think that's why your head is back to normal. But, we like to mess up with you. Felix, turn yourself into a cat. Also, if you don't obbey, we will be forced to seperate you two." Says the speaker-man
"That's easy"he happily says. He then starts to transform itself into a cat.
"Now, Deomi. Force Felix to believe that he's a real cat" says the speaker man, this time with a much more serious voice
"Deomi. Go ahead. I love you. You have to do it" he says. My tears come back. I hate to do this kinda stuff. I also suspect that this one is going to take a while. Deleting every memory somebody has is hard. Actually. I don't think it's possible. The sub-councious may be powerful doing that kind of stuff, but all those memories...I suspect some will stay...
OK. Time to switch
OOC: Next bit to paddling. Also, I'm thinking that Deomi and Lil' are friends, but secretly Deomi hates Lil', while Lil' is a true friend
We're back in the appartement
"So, want to visit John?"I ask
"Yeah, I'm also missing Tim..."He replys
"OK then, 5 minutes until I get ready!"
"DEOMI! FELIX! YOU GUYS HAVE AN EXPIREMENT TO DO!" Says the speaker man
"Good timing..." says Felix
"Well, I guess this clothes will have to do..."I say
"Why were you switching?"He questions
"You know why...(OOC: You know too...)"
We get out of our "room" and we are quickly escorted to a room. Imagine what room...the one where we did horible things to each other! I'm scared...
"Felix, whatever happens, remember, I love you"I say. Tears drop of my face. Tears of fear. Tears of love. Tears.
"Love you too"He's crying too.
"Well, we all know that Felix can transform himself in a cat. We also know that gives him a regeneration ability. we think that's why your head is back to normal. But, we like to mess up with you. Felix, turn yourself into a cat. Also, if you don't obbey, we will be forced to seperate you two." Says the speaker-man
"That's easy"he happily says. He then starts to transform itself into a cat.
"Now, Deomi. Force Felix to believe that he's a real cat" says the speaker man, this time with a much more serious voice
"Deomi. Go ahead. I love you. You have to do it" he says. My tears come back. I hate to do this kinda stuff. I also suspect that this one is going to take a while. Deleting every memory somebody has is hard. Actually. I don't think it's possible. The sub-councious may be powerful doing that kind of stuff, but all those memories...I suspect some will stay...
OK. Time to switch
OOC: Next bit to paddling. Also, I'm thinking that Deomi and Lil' are friends, but secretly Deomi hates Lil', while Lil' is a true friend
OOC:
Cool story. Me like. And yes, I know what Deomi was talking about. *le sexy times*
IC:
I'm a cat again! Yayz! Apparently I'm meant to believe that I'm a cat. This shouldn't be as hard as last time. Though, saying that...
I feel strange. My chest feels heavy. I look down.
'HOLY SHIT!' I think to myself, 'I HAVE BOOBS!' I'm dressed in a grey honey badger top with the neck cut very low, and burgundy chino trousers. I know what this means. I'm in Deomi's body. I decide to walk around for a bit.
It feels weird, going around in a girl's body. Unfamiliar... Freaky.
I suddenly feel warm fur all over my body, and realise that I'm back in my own body.
I shudder. Woah. My head feels funny. I begin to sway slightly, until I fall over, and go unconscious.
I wake up. Where am I? It's breakfast. I need my grub!
Wait... Who are you? Some human girl. She's sitting down. Looking at me. Why is she looking at me? Right in my eyes! Too long! Too long!
"Meow!" I mew in fear. She's looking at me right in the eyes! Is she going to eat me? I hope not. Please don't eat me, pretty human girl! I'm too young to die!
"Meow!"
She reaches out to me. I shrink away into the corner, as she...
Scratches behind my ear. Ohh... That's nice. Oh, yes. This must be that sex thing the humans are talking about all the time. It certainly feels as good as they say it is. She then proceeds to stroke me on the back, which ruins it a little bit. I don't like that! Stop it!
"Mrrraw! MEOW! MEOWMEOWMEOWMEOW," I screech as I scratch her hand with my claws.
"Steady on there, Felix!" She says in an Irish accent. I've been to Ireland before, and I know a paddy when I hear one.
Steady on? If you're my owner, then you should know that I don't like being stroked!
If you're my owner. You are... Right? Right?
Oh, God. No. Nonononono. Oh no no no no no no. She catnapped me? What the hell?
"Meow! Meow meow mew!"
A human male's voice comes from the corner of the room, saying "good work, Deomi! You made him believe he is actually a cat! You have succeeded! The two of you may return to your cell now!"
The girl picks me up and gives me another ear scratch. I hear her say the name Felix, soothingly.
"Felix? We're done now! Now I have something very important to show you!" We arrive in a room with a big white box with a door and a large human bed and armchair. The armchair has a crab on it. Mmmm... Crab...
She puts me down on a table where I curl up and watch her movements. So smooth, so graceful. She hooks her dainty fingertips under her top and pulls upwards.
My jaw drops. "Mee-ow." I say. "That's good. Very good."
I spoke human language!
"Wow. They... They're amazing! I would."
The girl speaks again.
"You already did, honey. You already did."
Memories suddenly flood into my head. My name is Felix Dessin. I am fourteen years and two months old. I come from Dorset, England and am a master necromancer, lover and cat. This girl is Deomi Jonson. She is sixteen years old, comes from Ireland and is a master in mind-control, telepathy and generally being a nice person.
And I love her.
Cool story. Me like. And yes, I know what Deomi was talking about. *le sexy times*
IC:
I'm a cat again! Yayz! Apparently I'm meant to believe that I'm a cat. This shouldn't be as hard as last time. Though, saying that...
I feel strange. My chest feels heavy. I look down.
'HOLY SHIT!' I think to myself, 'I HAVE BOOBS!' I'm dressed in a grey honey badger top with the neck cut very low, and burgundy chino trousers. I know what this means. I'm in Deomi's body. I decide to walk around for a bit.
It feels weird, going around in a girl's body. Unfamiliar... Freaky.
I suddenly feel warm fur all over my body, and realise that I'm back in my own body.
I shudder. Woah. My head feels funny. I begin to sway slightly, until I fall over, and go unconscious.
I wake up. Where am I? It's breakfast. I need my grub!
Wait... Who are you? Some human girl. She's sitting down. Looking at me. Why is she looking at me? Right in my eyes! Too long! Too long!
"Meow!" I mew in fear. She's looking at me right in the eyes! Is she going to eat me? I hope not. Please don't eat me, pretty human girl! I'm too young to die!
"Meow!"
She reaches out to me. I shrink away into the corner, as she...
Scratches behind my ear. Ohh... That's nice. Oh, yes. This must be that sex thing the humans are talking about all the time. It certainly feels as good as they say it is. She then proceeds to stroke me on the back, which ruins it a little bit. I don't like that! Stop it!
"Mrrraw! MEOW! MEOWMEOWMEOWMEOW," I screech as I scratch her hand with my claws.
"Steady on there, Felix!" She says in an Irish accent. I've been to Ireland before, and I know a paddy when I hear one.
Steady on? If you're my owner, then you should know that I don't like being stroked!
If you're my owner. You are... Right? Right?
Oh, God. No. Nonononono. Oh no no no no no no. She catnapped me? What the hell?
"Meow! Meow meow mew!"
A human male's voice comes from the corner of the room, saying "good work, Deomi! You made him believe he is actually a cat! You have succeeded! The two of you may return to your cell now!"
The girl picks me up and gives me another ear scratch. I hear her say the name Felix, soothingly.
"Felix? We're done now! Now I have something very important to show you!" We arrive in a room with a big white box with a door and a large human bed and armchair. The armchair has a crab on it. Mmmm... Crab...
She puts me down on a table where I curl up and watch her movements. So smooth, so graceful. She hooks her dainty fingertips under her top and pulls upwards.
My jaw drops. "Mee-ow." I say. "That's good. Very good."
I spoke human language!
"Wow. They... They're amazing! I would."
The girl speaks again.
"You already did, honey. You already did."
Memories suddenly flood into my head. My name is Felix Dessin. I am fourteen years and two months old. I come from Dorset, England and am a master necromancer, lover and cat. This girl is Deomi Jonson. She is sixteen years old, comes from Ireland and is a master in mind-control, telepathy and generally being a nice person.
And I love her.
Marshall Sanchez the Forgotten. This is what he began to call himself. They promised that he would have a bed and food and clothes. He could exercise and rest until he was recovered for the next trial. At least here in the center of this diabolical maze, he had a sense of time. One week alone, again. No disembodied voice to guide him out. No cadre of giant men to pull him up and carry him away. Once again, his body dried and cracked until his skin no longer sagged. Now, it clung to his bones. He had become nothing more than a skeleton wrapped in skin made of the thinnest tissue. He wished he could die. He tried to start a fire from the bones and scraps of clothing leftover from the torso of the person who had died just as they reached this place of calm in the midst of the chaos of the fatal maze. He had no luck. The bones turned to dust, and the clothes disintegrated at his touch.
Marshall thought he had heard the the opening and closing of the walls and ceilings a few times, but he could have just suffered from the hallucinations of hope. The desire to be followed and found. He had tried to find a seam in the circular walls, but he could find none, not even in the place that had crushed his only companion. He tried to focus on the future and see a way out of this personal hell, but all he could see were the flames that held his ultimate freedom. He clawed against every of inch of wall he could reach, but, for all the blood of broken fingernails and raw fingertips he left behind, he had not made a scratch. Even the pain had gone now. His hands and feet grew numb first, but each day he felt less and less until he was sure that his whole body was dead, or at least as close as he could come.
He tried to cry now and then, but the cool, dry air of the center of this place had no moisture to give. He lost the ability to cry, to swallow, to speak. And so, Marshall Sanchez the Forgotten resigned himself to the fate he had been given. He had nothing to do now but sit and use the only part of him that still functioned. He sat in the center of his cylindrical cell with crossed legs and pushed his mind into the future as far as he dared, then he pushed a little farther. The pain was gone, the hope was gone, and the icy cold of a half-death had enclosed his heart. Stripped of all but thought, the Forgotten looked out and saw the paths he had walked to from there to here and here to there. He watched as the paths he would walk forward opened themselves and shut behind him. The words and songs of the people he would meet grew around him until he heard them with his ears. He felt the brush of their fingers and warmth of their breath. Time passed within him with no respect to the time outside. Finally, as he watched, he felt himself rise above his body and look down upon his life.
All that what he was and all he would ever be stretched out below him like a twisting line. He saw the moment of his birth and every step of his childhood. He watched himself at the first moment he saw himself die in the flames. He followed his timeline until the present. Here, in this place and this moment, he saw the flames surrounding him, engulfing him. Then the realization hit him with the force of a bomb. He sat now in the flames of this ultimate trial. Marshall Sanchez was burning away. The man within him cried for a moment then was silent. The part of him that had been Marshall fell away from him like baggage he had carried for far too long. And the Forgotten fell back into his husk of a body, filled with silence.
He looked around at the featureless walls of this empty room and looked forward to see the walls and monoliths part. He saw this future, not because it would happen, but because he willed it to happen. The walls shifted and moved and the way opened for him.
Through the door that Marshall Sanchez had stepped nearly two weeks ago, the Forgotten emerged free and clear.
Marshall thought he had heard the the opening and closing of the walls and ceilings a few times, but he could have just suffered from the hallucinations of hope. The desire to be followed and found. He had tried to find a seam in the circular walls, but he could find none, not even in the place that had crushed his only companion. He tried to focus on the future and see a way out of this personal hell, but all he could see were the flames that held his ultimate freedom. He clawed against every of inch of wall he could reach, but, for all the blood of broken fingernails and raw fingertips he left behind, he had not made a scratch. Even the pain had gone now. His hands and feet grew numb first, but each day he felt less and less until he was sure that his whole body was dead, or at least as close as he could come.
He tried to cry now and then, but the cool, dry air of the center of this place had no moisture to give. He lost the ability to cry, to swallow, to speak. And so, Marshall Sanchez the Forgotten resigned himself to the fate he had been given. He had nothing to do now but sit and use the only part of him that still functioned. He sat in the center of his cylindrical cell with crossed legs and pushed his mind into the future as far as he dared, then he pushed a little farther. The pain was gone, the hope was gone, and the icy cold of a half-death had enclosed his heart. Stripped of all but thought, the Forgotten looked out and saw the paths he had walked to from there to here and here to there. He watched as the paths he would walk forward opened themselves and shut behind him. The words and songs of the people he would meet grew around him until he heard them with his ears. He felt the brush of their fingers and warmth of their breath. Time passed within him with no respect to the time outside. Finally, as he watched, he felt himself rise above his body and look down upon his life.
All that what he was and all he would ever be stretched out below him like a twisting line. He saw the moment of his birth and every step of his childhood. He watched himself at the first moment he saw himself die in the flames. He followed his timeline until the present. Here, in this place and this moment, he saw the flames surrounding him, engulfing him. Then the realization hit him with the force of a bomb. He sat now in the flames of this ultimate trial. Marshall Sanchez was burning away. The man within him cried for a moment then was silent. The part of him that had been Marshall fell away from him like baggage he had carried for far too long. And the Forgotten fell back into his husk of a body, filled with silence.
He looked around at the featureless walls of this empty room and looked forward to see the walls and monoliths part. He saw this future, not because it would happen, but because he willed it to happen. The walls shifted and moved and the way opened for him.
Through the door that Marshall Sanchez had stepped nearly two weeks ago, the Forgotten emerged free and clear.
The thing is, Only Deomi can do it, she's a mind master, she has an understanding of the brain years ahead of the scientists, she can mess with your brain, so, she's the only one able to do it.
Yes. Everyone can change the other one's Sub-Councious, but only she can mess with the brain and see thoughts and memorys.
Dgdas, you haven't said anything from Deomi/John's point of view for a while. How's about I hand it over to you?
"Deomi you have a experiment, report there not you are to make Zan kiss you even against his sexuality (power test up to you to decide if he will or not) If you don't we'll kill Tim take felixs stone and separate you both!"
WOAH!!!!!! Bit far, mate![DOUBLEPOST=1375218741][/DOUBLEPOST]
In all seriousness though, that IS kind of harsh.[DOUBLEPOST=1375218933][/DOUBLEPOST]Anyway, I have to go to bed now, so, see ya!