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*Zoe* · 03-05-2021, 03:19 AM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

David O. Truebridge hardly ever had feelings, though; or, at least, he preferred not to acknowledge them as such. It was best to remain stoic and calm at all times, to think through his emotions rather than to allow them to impact his behavior. This was his policy and high standard he held for himself. Always. At all times.

All that aside, he did, indeed, feel something when Dante pushed back the layers of his mind. The feeling was uncomfortable and awkward; it was made his hands tremble, his fists clench, his teeth grind. It was like being invaded by a fever in the brain, and David had always had such an imagination, from childhood onward, that he nearly began to imagine an actual virus taking over his precious brain. He did his best to remain still, reminding himself that this was for his personal gain, that he had nothing to lose here, that regardless of the pain this was inflicting on him personally, it would only serve him well to continue cooperating with Zabini.

A clear mind, a clear mind, a clear mind, he intoned to himself internally. The chant might have even come across to Zabini. No emotions, no emotions, no emotions whatsoever.

If he hadn't been focused on clearing that foggy film in the man's mind, he might have been impressed with how Truebridge was handling all of this. Based on past experience, others usually broke by now -- either by abruptly ending the connection or feeling like they were losing themselves. But the fact that he was still in the man's mind was promising.

The deeper he went, the harder it was to peel away the layers. Though he didn't say anything out loud about it, he could tell that this was a particularly strong spell to break. It was unlike anything he had ever encountered before, which was saying something for someone who had been inside more minds that he could count. Even so, he was determined to retrieve that memory Truebridge wanted. That was something the two had in comment. Though how far they were each willing to continue was to be determined.

The repetition of the Unspeakable's thoughts was heard clearly, but Dante paid no attention to it. He could even tell that the man was uncomfortable, that he could feel the pain that was intensifying with each layer of memory fog that was removed. Was that ... a flash of colour? Perhaps the colour of someone's robes? It wasn't enough to really form much of a conclusion. Nevertheless, the fleeting moment only encouraged him to continue to unhinge this mind even more, to further force his presence, to peel layer after layer after layer without care for the toll that would need to be paid by the other...

03-05-2021, 03:19 AM	#18 (permalink)
Zoe **DMAC & DMLE** Runespoor Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Wonderland Posts: 61,320 Hogwarts RPG Name: Logan Paton Gryffindor Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Gillyweed Beery Slytherin Third Year Ministry RPG Name: Tallulah Gamp Accidents & Catastrophes Ministry RPG Name: Franklin Paton Law Enforcement x8 x8	Bathes in Maple Syrup \| Dancing Lobster \| Mrs. Charlie Weasley \| Seneca's Beard \| That's So Fetch Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl David O. Truebridge hardly ever had feelings, though; or, at least, he preferred not to acknowledge them as such. It was best to remain stoic and calm at all times, to think through his emotions rather than to allow them to impact his behavior. This was his policy and high standard he held for himself. Always. At all times. All that aside, he did, indeed, feel something when Dante pushed back the layers of his mind. The feeling was uncomfortable and awkward; it was made his hands tremble, his fists clench, his teeth grind. It was like being invaded by a fever in the brain, and David had always had such an imagination, from childhood onward, that he nearly began to imagine an actual virus taking over his precious brain. He did his best to remain still, reminding himself that this was for his personal gain, that he had nothing to lose here, that regardless of the pain this was inflicting on him personally, it would only serve him well to continue cooperating with Zabini. A clear mind, a clear mind, a clear mind, he intoned to himself internally. The chant might have even come across to Zabini. No emotions, no emotions, no emotions whatsoever. If he hadn't been focused on clearing that foggy film in the man's mind, he might have been impressed with how Truebridge was handling all of this. Based on past experience, others usually broke by now -- either by abruptly ending the connection or feeling like they were losing themselves. But the fact that he was still in the man's mind was promising. The deeper he went, the harder it was to peel away the layers. Though he didn't say anything out loud about it, he could tell that this was a particularly strong spell to break. It was unlike anything he had ever encountered before, which was saying something for someone who had been inside more minds that he could count. Even so, he was determined to retrieve that memory Truebridge wanted. That was something the two had in comment. Though how far they were each willing to continue was to be determined. The repetition of the Unspeakable's thoughts was heard clearly, but Dante paid no attention to it. He could even tell that the man was uncomfortable, that he could feel the pain that was intensifying with each layer of memory fog that was removed. Was that ... a flash of colour? Perhaps the colour of someone's robes? It wasn't enough to really form much of a conclusion. Nevertheless, the fleeting moment only encouraged him to continue to unhinge this mind even more, to further force his presence, to peel layer after layer after layer without care for the toll that would need to be paid by the other... __________________ Last edited by Zoe; 03-05-2021 at 04:14 AM.