07-14-2018, 04:56 PM
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She felt the attempt to link with her mind, though she discarded them. Now that she knew Solveig used telepathy so often, she found herself prepared to meet the mental intrusion with her own shields - given she wanted to meet the telepath, it seemed silly not to come prepared. Her attention drifted, for the moment, away from thinking about the ongoing assault on her mental defenses to the smaller feline's question. More specifically, how the other woman chose to address her with enough formality that made Rosemary second-guess if she came across as too much of a combat medic.
As the youngest of her coven and now a witch among pirates, this occasion marked the first time anyone called her anything other than her regular name. How decidedly odd. "Rosemary is fine, I'm not your superior," she stated, a twitch of her ears the only mark of her amusement over this oddity. Soon enough, however, her attention drifted back to the continuous taps on her mind, as it appeared Solveig didn't understand the word no. Gritting her jaw, she flashed her teeth as a slight growl came from deep within her throat. She forgot all about the plant now, her attention directed fully to the issue she came to talk about - as it seemed to increase in priority.
"I haven't consented to a mind-link, so I would appreciate it if you were to stop bludgeoning my mind with your tapping," she hissed, her words far more polite than her tone otherwise implied. Her toes flexed, claws poking out of their sheathes as she found herself growing increasingly irate. Tail-tips lashing behind her, she continued, "Now, I want to get along with you, because you're part of the Typhoon now. But I'm not going to tolerate brushing minds with someone that can't get the meaning of no through their head, so you can either stop willingly or I can make you stop."
In truth, she doubted her abilities in a mental fight - though she certainly knew how to use telepathy and mental manipulations, she never used them offensively against another skilled user. Most of her experience came with trying to fix her mother's mind or the mischevious pranks she pulled on Caesar. If that failed, though, she planned on escalating the situation or outright avoiding the telepath; no matter the case, she would follow through with her threat if needed.
As the youngest of her coven and now a witch among pirates, this occasion marked the first time anyone called her anything other than her regular name. How decidedly odd. "Rosemary is fine, I'm not your superior," she stated, a twitch of her ears the only mark of her amusement over this oddity. Soon enough, however, her attention drifted back to the continuous taps on her mind, as it appeared Solveig didn't understand the word no. Gritting her jaw, she flashed her teeth as a slight growl came from deep within her throat. She forgot all about the plant now, her attention directed fully to the issue she came to talk about - as it seemed to increase in priority.
"I haven't consented to a mind-link, so I would appreciate it if you were to stop bludgeoning my mind with your tapping," she hissed, her words far more polite than her tone otherwise implied. Her toes flexed, claws poking out of their sheathes as she found herself growing increasingly irate. Tail-tips lashing behind her, she continued, "Now, I want to get along with you, because you're part of the Typhoon now. But I'm not going to tolerate brushing minds with someone that can't get the meaning of no through their head, so you can either stop willingly or I can make you stop."
In truth, she doubted her abilities in a mental fight - though she certainly knew how to use telepathy and mental manipulations, she never used them offensively against another skilled user. Most of her experience came with trying to fix her mother's mind or the mischevious pranks she pulled on Caesar. If that failed, though, she planned on escalating the situation or outright avoiding the telepath; no matter the case, she would follow through with her threat if needed.