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deemel - Sunday, April 04, 1999, 12:51 PM ----------------------------------------- Vine enters the tree circle with the basket of her tools, spreading them out in the usual patterns: black candles at the Quarters, medusa and scorched pine cone at the altar in the center, black sacrificial blade at her hip. Vine casts the Circle, the Mind, Correspondance, and forces wards rising into place. Vine gazes at the sky, the moon invisible in its darkness. She sits down, gathering the hair to her in her lap, stroking it in a parody of the way she strokes it to soothe him. The trees whisper as the magick gathers about you; you can feel the presence of a darkness greater than simply the shadows here as you work. Your Masters watch... And then the magick tenses like a whip. Contact! You can feel... Tracy's mind shield almost like his hair: smooth, subtle... Flawed, as your thoughts make contact with the small ridge of the back door. Vine sliced lightly into her arms to cast the circle. Now she senses his depth of sleep, his awareness with her mind, touching her necklace with a bloody hand. From the slight pulses his mind emits, you'd guess he's somewhere in REM sleep, dreaming fitfully. Your touch on the shield provokes no response, and the sleeping mind does not wake. Vine whispers her code passage as she slips into his mind, echoing it mentally. "Time to dream the peaceful darkness, Tracy...little brother.." Over and over she chants the code that will in time drop his shield to her completely. The shield shudders once, twice, small ripples forming on the surface, each iteration causing it to vibrate slightly... And then, the core of Tracy's thoughts is visible, as the subconcious smoothly opens a hole. A dreamscape is visible there. Vine begins to reinforce the door, and camoflage it carefully. Time to dream the peaceful darkness...time to dream... over and over, layering it in, hiding it, keying it to herself. The dreamscape, she will explore in a moment. First, the important things. The outside of Tracy's mind changes at your continued ministrations. The pale pinkness of the sphereoid shield turns a few shades whiter, and the odd ridge symbolizing the back door melts into smoothness, as the hole that you have opened responds to your thoughts. Vine begins to lay another suggestion, feeding into his worries about Iris: Gregory is too close to her... no suggestion of action to be taken, but the thought is laid. Gregory is too close to her. Let his own mind foment the results of that. Much easier... The dreamscape changes slightly, the intruding thought - but, to Tracy, his own thought - being accepted and altering the mind. That worked. Vine withdraws gently. Slowly, slowly..too much too fast, and all will be laid bare. Her revenge here will be the sweeter when it all explodes into Tracy's Fall and Gregory's death. Vine murmurs at the close "Remember, Tracy. Time to dream the peaceful darkness." Tracy remembers. Slowly, ever so slowly, the hole closes once again, the pale pinkness of the mind shield resuming, without a mar on the surface. Perfect.
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