34th of Summer, 515 AV
He would tell no one. Not even Ameer would know of this plan - this dark infestation of macabre thoughts that came upon him. He would avoid Emarus Telemaran's gaze whenever he thought of it, for fear of his emotions catching the aurist's eyes. No, he would not let discovery stunt his ambitions. He was ultimately quiet, and ultimately adventurous, spending much of his waking hours far away from his master's side. He was meant to improve, and as a result he was given opportunity to do so - and to go out, to give himself time to balance his emotions and formulate a plan. In the time given to him by his master, he had formed many plans, and met many people. He had gone to the Forest with Ameer and he broke his shell, he learned truthful things about his fellow slave. Not only that, but due to recent conversation, he had formulated an extremely steady plan with which he'd kill his master.
Emarus Telemaran wanted to pick up hypnotism once again. The thing was, he was rusty after not practicing it all that much in the past few years. He was barely a mage even though he was a wizard, most of his talents living outside the thought of other Nuit: money, prestige, appearance of power that he did not possess. It was for these reasons that Caesarion was here, when he should've been across the world with Aoren . . . anywhere else. It was Telemaran's need for luxury that stunted the life of this young man that he could've otherwise lived. In happiness. In safety. In love.
But this was a great weakness that was to be exploited. His lack of practice meant he would not know his own limits so well. Caesarion promised to oversee his hypnosis training, even despite being of somewhat inferior caliber in that regard, and so he would be there to prevent his master from overgiving. But that wasn't his plan. His plan was to emotionally condition his master to continue to overgive, extensively, past the point of health. To the point of his ichor flowing freely from his mouth and his eyes, insanity consuming him, and his death being certain. This plan was one that Caesarion would need to execute perfectly if it would ever succeed. Otherwise, he may yet be bound in chains, or worse, punished by the council of Sahova.
So - consider this day to be a great game of manipulation and intrigue. Caesarion knew that Telemaran was wise, so he would employ neither such thing freely, but only silently and subtly.
On the 8th bell, Caesarion awoke in his section of the laboratory and stretched his body. He prevented any thoughts of his plan or of rebellion, simply fearing the sort of inquisitive nature of his master whenever he determined to see his slave's aura. From the eighth to the ninth bell, he performed simple duties, bathed and cleaned his clothes. He greeted Telemaran as he always did in the morning, watching the man fawn over the gilded chronicles in his personal library. He paid no mind, and did not seem to see the day any differently as it was. So, from the ninth to the tenth bell, he exercised with Ameer at his side. Like usual, he ate meat and drank water before the exercises began, and he began with sit-ups, then push-ups, then squats. Ameer was feeling particularly lazy, so he just watched and talked instead of really exercising alongside him. That was fine. Caesarion enjoyed the company.
They spoke of silly things - they spoke of their interests regarding animals. Caesarion described the sort of dogs he liked, horses, even things that seemed obscure if not trivial like sheep and rabbits and other things of the like. Ameer was a cat person, not surprisingly, which made Caesarion explain to him that cats were pure evil and he should disassociate with them for fear of offending the Gods themselves. Though, that part was a joke, but he was fairly serious about cats being evil. He even added in how they would leave dead birds at your doorstep, and torture small animals and bugs, denoting that their favorite past-time was bloodshed and brutality. Ameer admitted truth, but nonetheless, he confessed his deep infatuation with black cats and the sort of mystique that laid beyond their eyes. The other slave simply laughed. The tenth bell was there, and so too was the next trek of Caesarion's journey.
He would tell no one. Not even Ameer would know of this plan - this dark infestation of macabre thoughts that came upon him. He would avoid Emarus Telemaran's gaze whenever he thought of it, for fear of his emotions catching the aurist's eyes. No, he would not let discovery stunt his ambitions. He was ultimately quiet, and ultimately adventurous, spending much of his waking hours far away from his master's side. He was meant to improve, and as a result he was given opportunity to do so - and to go out, to give himself time to balance his emotions and formulate a plan. In the time given to him by his master, he had formed many plans, and met many people. He had gone to the Forest with Ameer and he broke his shell, he learned truthful things about his fellow slave. Not only that, but due to recent conversation, he had formulated an extremely steady plan with which he'd kill his master.
Emarus Telemaran wanted to pick up hypnotism once again. The thing was, he was rusty after not practicing it all that much in the past few years. He was barely a mage even though he was a wizard, most of his talents living outside the thought of other Nuit: money, prestige, appearance of power that he did not possess. It was for these reasons that Caesarion was here, when he should've been across the world with Aoren . . . anywhere else. It was Telemaran's need for luxury that stunted the life of this young man that he could've otherwise lived. In happiness. In safety. In love.
But this was a great weakness that was to be exploited. His lack of practice meant he would not know his own limits so well. Caesarion promised to oversee his hypnosis training, even despite being of somewhat inferior caliber in that regard, and so he would be there to prevent his master from overgiving. But that wasn't his plan. His plan was to emotionally condition his master to continue to overgive, extensively, past the point of health. To the point of his ichor flowing freely from his mouth and his eyes, insanity consuming him, and his death being certain. This plan was one that Caesarion would need to execute perfectly if it would ever succeed. Otherwise, he may yet be bound in chains, or worse, punished by the council of Sahova.
So - consider this day to be a great game of manipulation and intrigue. Caesarion knew that Telemaran was wise, so he would employ neither such thing freely, but only silently and subtly.
On the 8th bell, Caesarion awoke in his section of the laboratory and stretched his body. He prevented any thoughts of his plan or of rebellion, simply fearing the sort of inquisitive nature of his master whenever he determined to see his slave's aura. From the eighth to the ninth bell, he performed simple duties, bathed and cleaned his clothes. He greeted Telemaran as he always did in the morning, watching the man fawn over the gilded chronicles in his personal library. He paid no mind, and did not seem to see the day any differently as it was. So, from the ninth to the tenth bell, he exercised with Ameer at his side. Like usual, he ate meat and drank water before the exercises began, and he began with sit-ups, then push-ups, then squats. Ameer was feeling particularly lazy, so he just watched and talked instead of really exercising alongside him. That was fine. Caesarion enjoyed the company.
They spoke of silly things - they spoke of their interests regarding animals. Caesarion described the sort of dogs he liked, horses, even things that seemed obscure if not trivial like sheep and rabbits and other things of the like. Ameer was a cat person, not surprisingly, which made Caesarion explain to him that cats were pure evil and he should disassociate with them for fear of offending the Gods themselves. Though, that part was a joke, but he was fairly serious about cats being evil. He even added in how they would leave dead birds at your doorstep, and torture small animals and bugs, denoting that their favorite past-time was bloodshed and brutality. Ameer admitted truth, but nonetheless, he confessed his deep infatuation with black cats and the sort of mystique that laid beyond their eyes. The other slave simply laughed. The tenth bell was there, and so too was the next trek of Caesarion's journey.
