07-14-2018, 08:51 PM
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She blinked, watching with outright unease as the officer quite litterally shrugged off the boiling raindrops. His lack of reaction and nonplused state made no sense to her, as she tried to reason why he just ignored what many others might start panicking over. The only bright side to this meant that his lack of alertness gave her the confidence to continue prowling after him, her pawsteps nearly silent and nothing but a backdrop with the jungle's symphony of animal noise and activities. Keeping her tail low behind her, she stalked after him as she stopped her magical boiling rain, planning on continuing to study his reaction to a future trick. Right now, she needed more of his baseline behavior.
She supposed two possibilities made the most sense: either his self-control in dealing with pain rivaled monks or he truly felt little pain from her trick. Given lemonhead's hotheaded temper, she thought the second option seemed most likely. After all, Caesar showed patience when worms decided to talk - so, never. First, she supposed she needed further evidence to give her a valid answer to her hypothesis. And she certainly wanted to know; collecting information excited her, especially when the information provided her an advantage. Caesar, with his brash attitude and dislike for her half-brother, made him an acceptable target for an endeavor she might otherwise view as untasteful.
Narrowing her orange-amber eyes, she planned how she might implement her next attack; she needed simultaneous attacks, one that would elicit true pain and the other pain she'd suggest to his mind. Pushing her tongue against her teeth nervously, she took a quick inhale right before she began her assault. Telepathically, she attempted to manipulate his mind into remembering one of his worst painful experiences, concentrated in his right forepaw. With her elemental magic, she attempted to bring the very water in the ground beneath him to a sudden rapid boil. Now, she wanted to wait - if he would succumb to the mental assault while ignoring the boiling ground, then he obviously felt no pain at all.
She supposed two possibilities made the most sense: either his self-control in dealing with pain rivaled monks or he truly felt little pain from her trick. Given lemonhead's hotheaded temper, she thought the second option seemed most likely. After all, Caesar showed patience when worms decided to talk - so, never. First, she supposed she needed further evidence to give her a valid answer to her hypothesis. And she certainly wanted to know; collecting information excited her, especially when the information provided her an advantage. Caesar, with his brash attitude and dislike for her half-brother, made him an acceptable target for an endeavor she might otherwise view as untasteful.
Narrowing her orange-amber eyes, she planned how she might implement her next attack; she needed simultaneous attacks, one that would elicit true pain and the other pain she'd suggest to his mind. Pushing her tongue against her teeth nervously, she took a quick inhale right before she began her assault. Telepathically, she attempted to manipulate his mind into remembering one of his worst painful experiences, concentrated in his right forepaw. With her elemental magic, she attempted to bring the very water in the ground beneath him to a sudden rapid boil. Now, she wanted to wait - if he would succumb to the mental assault while ignoring the boiling ground, then he obviously felt no pain at all.