03-24-2018, 12:28 PM
Arin was perched on his cane by the end of all the jaw jacking this Mr. Shotgun had been doing. His weight pressing the curved grip of his cane into the palm of his slender hand. He lazily swung the blade on his chain while he tried to measure up the large and imposing man. Thing was, though, he wasn’t really in the mood to play nice with a bunch of mongrels.
“I have another idea,” Arin spoke, catching the blade by the end of the chain and pocketing it into the sheath positioned on his leg. He stepped up to Steve and with the hook end of the cane he pulled him closer. Spiritual flames ignited as he began to activate his power of hypnosis. He wouldn’t waste more energy than he had to, but the larger man would feel a force pushing up into his mind.
His magic inflicted his will onto the other Prime, digging razor-sharp talons of mental anchors into his brain and effectively taking hold. Shotgun Steve felt nothing immediately, unaware of the ghostly glow of his own eyes before it fades. Instead, he got upset about being manhandled and began to pull away before Arin continued.
“I think you should take me to this guy, and we cause him a little trouble by ourselves,” Arin explained. Secretly it was a command, his voice and intentions hitting the switch he planted into the intimidating Prime’s mind.
Mind control only needed to be forceful if it had to be, and even then it was still relatively a fragile leash. The key was that no one could kill anyone with Hypnosis without delicate wording. It was especially hard if you pushed the potential deadly suggestion too hard. Arin has been at this for a bit, and he knew even the dumbest people were smart enough to understand simple logic.
That wasn't the case here. Shotgun Steve was an intelligent enough figure, but Arin did not intend him to die for the case. The opposite. The longer he remained the longer he would be useful.
The other Prime thought about the suggestion. He was inclined to answer with a fist in the clearly less experienced male’s face, especially with this hooked by the neck move he pulled. However, he pulled back and rubbed his chin in thought. If he could get revenge on that bunny bastard, then the sooner the faster. This kid, whoever he was, was making sense. “Aye.” Is all he said in thought, before taking the lead and heading towards the Coruscant gateway.
The strangely dressed magician just followed, swinging his cane in a very musical way while he tried to come up with a rabbit trap.
“I have another idea,” Arin spoke, catching the blade by the end of the chain and pocketing it into the sheath positioned on his leg. He stepped up to Steve and with the hook end of the cane he pulled him closer. Spiritual flames ignited as he began to activate his power of hypnosis. He wouldn’t waste more energy than he had to, but the larger man would feel a force pushing up into his mind.
His magic inflicted his will onto the other Prime, digging razor-sharp talons of mental anchors into his brain and effectively taking hold. Shotgun Steve felt nothing immediately, unaware of the ghostly glow of his own eyes before it fades. Instead, he got upset about being manhandled and began to pull away before Arin continued.
“I think you should take me to this guy, and we cause him a little trouble by ourselves,” Arin explained. Secretly it was a command, his voice and intentions hitting the switch he planted into the intimidating Prime’s mind.
Mind control only needed to be forceful if it had to be, and even then it was still relatively a fragile leash. The key was that no one could kill anyone with Hypnosis without delicate wording. It was especially hard if you pushed the potential deadly suggestion too hard. Arin has been at this for a bit, and he knew even the dumbest people were smart enough to understand simple logic.
That wasn't the case here. Shotgun Steve was an intelligent enough figure, but Arin did not intend him to die for the case. The opposite. The longer he remained the longer he would be useful.
The other Prime thought about the suggestion. He was inclined to answer with a fist in the clearly less experienced male’s face, especially with this hooked by the neck move he pulled. However, he pulled back and rubbed his chin in thought. If he could get revenge on that bunny bastard, then the sooner the faster. This kid, whoever he was, was making sense. “Aye.” Is all he said in thought, before taking the lead and heading towards the Coruscant gateway.
The strangely dressed magician just followed, swinging his cane in a very musical way while he tried to come up with a rabbit trap.