by Miro on May 4th, 2013, 7:53 am
Miro listened well to all that was said, though it was not especially rich conversation. He kept a pleasant smile, an inviting look, understanding even. Though, in his eyes there was something more, magic. A suggestion, a trickle into the subconscious of the man across from him. "Miro is looking to be impressed." All the while he had a certain thought in his head. His mind was abuzz with a great many things, but more than that his heart wrenched. The insatiable urge to feed his cravings settled into his mind. Power and dominance, to hold those uppity few who would stand against him under his paw at his amusement. When the issue to give lessons on the Flux arose, an amused look overtook his face, and he was indeed amused.
It was rare for any to express interest in his knowledge of Flux, but even more rare for one to act so arrogant and rude. Miro issued his name, did not receive an answer, but of course he was not owed one. Then a name was asked, and again ignored, but this time, he was indeed owed that much. A quick lesson on the Flux was easy, but the wizard was not about quick lessons. He only put the utmost care into his work, and did indeed intend to receive equal payout. But as for his interest in the insolent man's knowledge of Animation, that had faded since. Luckily for him, there was no contempt, just loss of interest, and the gain of a new much more involved interest. Again the Hypnotist prepared a spell, a pair, and knitted them keenly to his words. First the response, then the suggestion.
The Chained One focused deeply on the feeling of pride in his chest, and carried it to inspire with his voice. "I accept, of course, for you are quite the compelling fellow." He paused, gathering his Djed into his voice for the suggestion, "Give Miro reason to be impressed," was the order, and as he delivered the words, he spoke with a bit of wisdom in tone. "The Flux is not like Reimancy, in which one can be initiated by some ritual." He cut the flow of Djed to his voice. "Instead, it is the result of an understanding, a discipline of mind and body. In most formal teachings, it would require a great deal of strict physical and mental training. But in the hands of an accomplished professional wizard, one who specializes in such, this can be accelerated."
Again, seemingly addicted to the domineering in his life, another emotional response was prepared in the wizard's throat. This one, a longing for trust. Unlike the other spells, this was one sustained, pushed to have lasting effect on the victim's mind. "It is quite a bit of work, but I can manage this. Though it does take some time, ya know, to prepare and explain everything." For now he had to rest his body and regain some composure, but the conditioning would not be over. He hadn't his fill quite yet and would only need a moment to rest. "There is a certain technique I developed, and with a full explanation into Flux mechanics, route to discovery, it leads to a quicker and more full understanding of the magic."
Ender on the other hand could see more than your average Pulser. He had been with his partner long enough not only to pick apart the relation of his facial expression to emotional state, but to actually get a vague sense of his emotions. In this instance, an unusual jolt of bliss, as if his master were split between reality and his own mind. Frolicking in the surely hellish landscape that was his "happy place", where all sorts of overgiving begotten fantasies lived. The Irylid could never deny the temptation to ask permission to enter such a wasteland, so full of vile, once happy, thoughts. "Something has gotten you going now, doesn't it? The only time any person has given you such a pleased look was the last time you murdered. And if that is the case, I hate to say it, given that I liked this one, but might I have the honor? At least just a little torture, a chance to inflict some damage, something? I mean, I am only asking this as a formality, but, your permission would make it so much sweeter for me."
To these pleas, only silence, but not quite an ignoring. The Familiar caught his master's glace dropping to him, and even if only slightly, if only for a second, his smirk grew. Somewhere deep in him, he felt the satisfaction Miro got in hearing these words. This was all that was needed to know, if ever it did come to murder, torture, bringing misery, his partner would surely have some part. Ender was hopeful he would get a star role, be evaluated and coached by his ever so wise wizard companion. To pass the baton of agony bringing, and some day that they would pass it back and forth. Become a team, and to bring pain to all that wronged them. For his dear master to take his emotional whims as orders, and for them to derive equal enjoyment from acts that would please on individual.
The wizard had already rose from his seat with book and hand and quickly made an advance in front of his new companion. He went for the door and held it quite graciously. All the while he maintained the pleasant aura about him. The trip to the Lab 15 was eagerly welcomed. "Please, lead the way, sir." And a final emotional response was brought to the threshold of casting deep within his throat. One of compliance, a minor nudge of willingness. "Oh yeah, what I was getting at. Since my lesson takes so much time, I was going to insist on beginning with that. I am very eager for your insight into Animation, of course, but since you insist on learning my profession, I should take care in presenting it. I already know much on Animation, but I am assuming you know little on the Flux. So please, once you are satisfied with my gift to you, we can begin on your lesson for me. I am hoping that the quality of what I present will inspire something truly brilliant in you."
Miro laughed internally for his partner to hear before speaking. "The rush of domineering a foolish mind with Hypnotism is absolute bliss. I have some new way for him to please me, and it is definitely not to teach Animation. Those brazen enough to piss on my fire will find themselves subject to a most unsatisfying burn."
