The Student's Mistress V

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The Student's Mistress V

Fri Jun 14, 2019 4:13 pm

Ymiden 47th, arc 719

To whom it may concern;

It has come to my attention that you have began to advertise a very specific set of skills. Skills for certain conditions that are best left to the mind's eye to imagine. I am willing to commission your services on behalf of a third party, and should you accept this offer, you will be paid for discretion in your initial assessment, pending a decision if you wish to devote time and resource on behalf of the client that I represent. Because of the delicate nature of this case, I will relay unto you the information that is willfully surrendered by my client for the purposes of understanding if this is within your realm of specialist expertise.

The client is willing to pay you for visiting an inn's room, containing the following condition:

A man, no older than fifty arcs and no younger than thirty arcs; restraints and muzzle already applied. He had appeared before my client in a state of disarray, begging for assistance. It appears that he has contracted some sort of supernatural affliction, making him prone to euphoric madness, something that I believe your kind of academics have a word for. The client has stated that the afflicted man was speaking a language that he had never heard in his life, before succumbing to a fit of convulsions. By the time that he had awakened, his personality had completely changed, and it was as though there was a gap in memory.

Attached is a document that details the nature of the afflicted party's consent to restraint. If you wish to bring it to a barrister, you may, but you will not be considered for payment for any of your services, as you are undermining the good will of our mutual benefactor. As this is a private transaction, the codes so loosely enforced by the Guilds of Viden will not apply, and if necessary, accepting this task will come with it the assurance of legal amnesty should they begin to pry into the affairs of the private business conducted between two lawful citizens of our great State of Viden. Please review the document at your leisure.

It is believed that the afflicted party is deeply possessed by some sort of creature. One that is capable of lying and acts of wanton deception. It has, on multiple accounts, been proven to have control over the physical faculties of the afflicted party, as referenced by the requirement of restrains upon him. However, I would like to stress on the behalf of my client, that this is a lawful procedure, and a matter entirely consented to. However, you may make your determinations when you arrive to the location provided, should you accept. Please understand that I am working under orders of a Master of Viden, and this is an official summons.

Please consider my offer,
Augustus X. Moriarty.
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Re: The Student's Mistress V

Fri Jun 14, 2019 8:04 pm

Ymiden 47th, arc 719

Dear Mister Moriarty,

I must admit that receiving a letter from a man of unidentifiable origin, with vague details regarding something that I've put out into the winds of Viden, not following the details that I've requested being penned, is something that stains my mind with a very hesitant sensation. I would suggest working more closely with your client, to ensure that their privacy is considered, however, that you do not cause prospective third parties to flee, if they saw your mail's wax seal.

Moreso, you seemed to have answered my questions all in one sitting. So you can understand my utter confusion, reading through that document that you so tactfully included. It was spattered in blood and vomit, and I can see why you slid it within a leather sheath, rather than have it delivered as a normal piece of postage. I wouldn't doubt that piece of work came from anyone else than a possessed man, given its quality, and absolutely horrid condition.

However, my standards remain the same as advertised. I expect to be paid for any services rendered, and for evidence that the deal regarding the book I asked for will be made good upon in a reasonable fashion. As you can understand, which is why you're going through all this trouble to mediate this situation, this entire ordeal carries with it a very real potential for anyone involved to simply roll over dead. This is simply the nature of what we're working with.

If you can assure all the above will be done in full, I will consider your proposition in great length.

I do hope you have a good day.


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Re: The Student's Mistress V

Sat Jun 15, 2019 3:35 am

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Ymiden 47th, arc 719
Sybil's lips knit to the side, once the letter is handed over to Zemos. The man giving a slow nod, before slipping it within his satchel. The slave had been used as a messenger, as of late. The student knew a few vague contacts that dealt in the occult, but nothing concrete. Acting through Zemos, however, provided a level of previously unassured anonymity, even though it was likely that the hiring party knew exactly who they were bringing onto the scene. It was at least less ostentatious than publicly advertising on the walls, or through criers. This wasn't really a business. It was research. "Do you remember how to get to the place?" Sybil asked of Zemos, eyes glancing to the side. Laying back onto the bed, for a moment, it looked as though the student would simply go to sleep, once the slave had left. However, the wrist and ankle restraints were open, as the joints were slipped through, "Do you need a reminder?"

What was happening, was obvious.

"I think so." Zemos offered, with a slow bob of the head. He was loyal, and saw his tasks completed to the best of his abilities, but in the end, he was an emotionally damaged person that was sold off for the cost it took Sybil to recoup after simply choosing not to drink for a while. "Round the bend first, right?" He said, scratching at his head. His empty memories seemed to make room for the newer ones. Sybil didn't have the time to unearth the truth of it all.

"Help me into bed, and I'll walk you through it." Sybil said, as their eyes slowly closed, their wrists and ankles slowly moving within the restraints. There was no doubt in their mind that Zemos knew what to do. It just took time.

Zemos began to approach. The sound of his footfalls were familiar. A slow breath is drawn from their lips, as he approaches. The student's left wrist is roughly grabbed, and pulled, so that it is properly secured by the joint. In a smooth, if methodical motion, the leather strap is pulled tightly against the flesh, before the slave wriggles two of his fingers within the space between the strap, and Sybil's flesh. He begins to loosen it, as per his instructions many nights ago.

"Take the bend to the left." Sybil says, as the iron hook secures the leather.

The opposing side's ankle is next. Bending over the student, his eyes slowly flicker across the body before him. It's much like he's thinking about what's being done, rather than anything malicious. If he was capable of such things, Sybil wouldn't have selected him, and specifically him, for this task. Pulling the leather harshly against the flesh and repeating the process. The student lets out a soft breath, as the restraint around the wrist is pulled against.

The thoughts slowly fluttering through Sybil's mind urges them to continue, "Follow the street until you reach the lower Prism."

A thick linen swathe is pulled out from beneath the bed, and folded upon itself. The tightly woven material slowly overlapping across Zemos's hand until he manages to get to a thickness that he approves of. With his offhand, he props up Sybil's head, and pulls it forward, the linen slowly wrapping around the student's eyes, and securing behind the head itself. Pulling the knot tightly, he tests the fabric, opting to leave it tight, rather than loosening it.

"Take a right down to the intersection, and take another right." The student remains calm, taking in slow, deep breaths.

With the eyes secured, along with the ankle and wrist of opposing sides, Zemos begins to move and work on the leather straps that have yet to be put to use. Sybil's mind begins to find some semblance of soothing silence, to it all. With the erasure of sight, only being able to see the dull flicker of the hearth, Sybil simply allowed the slave to continue with the process. Zemos was getting used to the challenges posed by having a possessed master.

"From there, you should reach a market square. Look for the butchery with a cross etched in the sign." Sybil offers, once more.

A slow nod comes from Zemos, unseen by Sybil, as he finishes the restraints. Stepping back from the student, he glances around the room. It's a complete mess of papers and scrawled information. But he was ordered to not touch any of them, and only clean out the hearth. "Just drop off the letter?" He asks of Sybil, as his hands slowly move to test the strength of the restraints, fingers tugging at the natural weakpoints of where the metal and leather combine.

Sybil tests the strength of the restraints, as their mind begins to relax, and Zemos's hands pull back from his handiwork. They would suffice. But it was soon proving to be obvious that they would need more funding, if this ordeal was going to resolve itself in some way other than the student breaking down into absolute nothingness. A slow nod is given in the direction of Zemos, being unable to see him, simply going with where they last heard the noise of his voice come from.

"Do take your time. I need to commune."
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Re: The Student's Mistress V

Sun Jun 16, 2019 3:51 am

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Ymiden 47th, arc 719
The closing of the iron door was the last thing that Sybil heard out of Zemos, until his errands were complete.

In this state, Sybil would be entirely at the mercy of Vahn, should she finally overpower Sybil. But this is why things like the restraints are in order. Why the blindfold is required. There was a decided lack of funding for the likes of a common student. So this research, which in all honesty should be handled by those more competent, perhaps those who are followers of some group that specializes in this, requires all the contingency plans it can get. If a single cog in this well oiled machine that was Sybil's mind came crashing to a halt, it would all be over. The horror that the ghost inhabiting Sybil would inflict upon the psyche would be incomprehensible. Much like the treatment that the student is forced to make her endure while she rests, so that she expends her energy, while Sybil bides their time, trying to find a solution for this madness.

But now, in the deep silence, there was nothing but Sybil's own thoughts. Racing across the mind as the flickering of research notes and concepts forced the mind to pay attention to utter nonsense out of context. But slowly, through deep breaths, and focusing on the blue flecks of the student's darkened vision, those thoughts began to subside. The student's racing heart, which was unnoticed before now, began to slow, as the trills marched on like miniature warriors.

This technique was something not invented by Sybil. It couldn't have been. It was the logical conclusion to how the mind works. The less distractions there is, the more focused it is on a singular task. It was only an added benefit, in truth, that this worked with restraints. The control of the situation was lifted. And with that, Sybil's mind began to flutter against the darkness. The enveloping swarm of blue streaks became common, too common to be natural.

'IS' 'REMOVE' 'POSSIBLE'.

The impulses of the words stated towards the floating streaks of blue. Sybil's eyes had averted from focusing upon it. Miss Vahn was too weak. She had survived a fate within Sybil's mind that was perhaps worse than death. Clawing at her own identity, subject to the same torture that she attempted to dole out to the student. The concept of ethics began to blur between the two, the moment that the idea of taking, or retaining, control of the body was put on offer.

"You know the answer to this." Sighs the tattered voice of the Mistress. It was hard for her to speak, sounding much like someone attempting to speak through a straw, with the lungs of a smoker. The languid pauses that she had to take between sentences was obviously a means of gaining the energy to even speak to the impulses that were ravaging her formless self, "This will end, when you or I lose the will to continue this." Her voice was simple. Easy.

'TEETH' 'WHY'.

"What about them? Are you finally over your conniption?" Her tittering laugh was something of a horrifying notion. She hadn't even noticed that she forced Sybil to give birth through vomiting. Perhaps, the better word was, not caring, that she forced such trauma upon the student, "They are just as you and I. This... 'Essence', your mind keeps slogging around. It's a queer way of stating such a thing." Her voice yawned in its tone, energy slowly beginning to wane.

'DESTROY'.

The dead silence that came after that impulse was palpable. Sybil was unable to think, in that moment. They allowed the Mistress to take the full brunt of the hit. There would be no escape to the recesses of their mind. The focus was on everywhere but her. Like some sort of reverse spotlight of the mind itself. The crawling anxiety Sybil could feel up their spine was something euphoric. They had finally hurt her, in a more meaningful way. At long last.

Breathlessly, "You wouldn't."

'DESTROY'.

"They're children." She tried to rationalize.

'DESTROY'.

Sybil could feel her essence slowly pacing within the corridors of the student's mind. The anxiety was ramping. While Sybil did not know the fine art of torture, this was a second best. This was simply informing her of what is to come. Unless, of course, she can sweeten the deal. Her thoughts are laid bare. Too simple to be anything other than impulses, much like how Sybil is forced to commune with her, in such a basic state of thinking.

"You can't. You won't. I won't let you." She insisted.

'EXORCISM'.

"What?" She was at a loss for words.

'PENANCE'.

Sybil could feel her teeth grit at the assertion, "What do you want from me?"

'RELEASE'. 'OTHERS'. 'PENANCE'.

The silence that followed was one that was overwhelming. It was an ultimatum. Sybil was willing to surrender all morals, if it meant surviving another day. Surrendering all morals to put an end to this ceaseless torture, that not even the most debased of immortals would inflict. It was time. It had gone on long enough. She would either make herself useful, or she would be put through an agony the likes in which she had never conceived.
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Re: The Student's Mistress V

Sun Jun 16, 2019 11:43 pm

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"I'll do it."

'IS'. 'REMOVE'. 'POSSIBLE'.

"I don't know. Prithee, just allow me to try."

'PROOF.'

"I'll... Do what I can. I'll stop. I swear it upon my family." She seemed to pause. The Mistress was searching her mind, desperately, trying to find something to say. "Thous musn't. I'll claw your mind asunder." She attempted to stand firm.

'FAILURE'. 'NOT'. 'OPTION'.

The seeds of fear was slowly being sown upon the Mistress's mind. This was a direct threat. One that perhaps under any other circumstance, would not be terrifying in the slightest. Sybil was someone who didn't possess the means to be terrifying on empty threats. But this was playing with her fears. A light amount of torture in a special way, creating a very specific hell for the Mistress to endure. While Sybil wasn't horrifying, they were effective in their understanding, and pinprick control over their own mind. Over the inhabitant sharing the same mindscape. It was slowly becoming more and more clear, more cemented, to who the body would remain in possession of.

"Fine! Okay. Okay... I'll... Stop feeding. But I refuse to be pushed to some corner!" She hisses out, her being shaking in place, as she tries to retain some sort of control over her own form. But what a weak form it had become.

Sybil's attempt at leaving seeds within the specter's mind had succeeded. But only in some vague way. The tactic used against her was less than favorable in its result, but it was still able to work. But perhaps this is merely the beginning. The student's mind slowly began to settle, focusing upon the Mistress. Her defenses forfeit, as her mind is peeled open, like a patient seconds before a lobotomy.
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