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Asshole telepath protection racket

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Sender ID: 🖕nunya🖕 (Sidestep)
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Subject: Lessons
Warnings: Mind reading, swearing, mouthiness? Will warn if things get worse in individual threads.

I guess the cat's basically out of the bag at this point anyway: Does anyone want lessons on how to shield your mind from telepathic intrusion?

Free for people I like or have to work with regularly. 100 dubloons for everyone else.

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[Shadow remains ever stoic at their attempts to goad him. He'd just tell them something equivalent to "skill issue" anyway.

He doesn't give an immediate answer to the kid's question, more focused on anything that might feel off. Would it feel similar to when another once tried to communicate and manipulate him? Provide him with false images and memories. How he had to fight to find what was the lie and what was the truth.

A looming figure with three glowing eyes suddenly overrides the current wall he had put up. The memory of that blossoming tree becoming faint. He blinks, remembering the kid had asked a question.] Why do you ask?

(No false memories here. They specialize more in brief and easily seen through illusions or very subtle sensory tweaks. Distractions rather than permanent alterations. And that's not what they're aiming for anyway.

And well, that distracts them, and they turn their attention from trying to follow the thread to figuring out what that thing is. An intentional block? Something else?

For all they know, it could be what Shadow really wanted them to find and the sense of plants is a red herring.

It takes them a moment to respond, preoccupied as they are.)

Faulkner started growing strawberries there.

[The memory of the blossoming tree is still there. The wall to break to it again is oddly stronger than before. And there are feelings attach to the image. Hate and disgust.]

For what reason did you feel the need to tell me that? [What does the other expect him to do with that information?

...

Oh.] I see. You caught a glimpse.

Yeah. Was trying to see if I could get you to think about it more strongly.

(The problem is, they're curious about the three eyed thing now too. But Shadow has just confirmed that they are, in fact, looking for plants and it's probably not a good idea to go poking at the off limits parts of the mind of someone who has made it very clear that he'll kill them if they intrude.

They probe at the shield, looking for weak spots, or possible new threads they could follow. They might poke a little harder than they usually would. The point is teaching, so they might as well be more noticeable. Let him get a feel so he has a better idea of what to look for. Their presence isn't a nice thing, and he might find himself more distracted by the idea of them getting a glimpse than he would have been otherwise as they try to see if they can follow that realization to, well, whatever they're supposed to be finding--sometimes paranoia about seeing a thought can be just as useful as ignorance of an intrusion--but they're more scalpel than bludgeon, not trying to force things but to subtly slip in past his notice.

In the real world, their tongue pokes out just a bit as they concentrate.)

[His brows furrow, feeling that new bit of pressure against his mind. Still a gentler intrusion than from the one his blood belonged to. More persuasive than forcing them onto himself.

The memory isn't anything worth hiding if they did get to it...but that would defeat the purpose of the exercise, wouldn't it? That memory could turn out to be something he didn't want to be exploited one day. For a moment, the memory leaks, the sound of a stream can be heard. Pink petals floating along the water. But in the next moment, that water turns into a crimson red as the petals sink. Red clouds obscure the vision, those eyes ever watching once more.] Is that the best you can do?

No, but I'm trying to teach you, not give both of us a headache. (Also, something about the imagery blocking them...

They scrunch their face.) ...Are you intending for the thing with three eyes to pop up when you block me? (It only sort of fits with the imagery he was using earlier.)

[He hums quietly.] For the time being. [The mysterious three eyes just pissing him off that much that he just ends up in the forefront. Essentially the anger he feels is the wall.]

...You really hate that thing.

(Anger, huh? That's a problem, because the best way to get past would be to make him less angry, and Shadow doesn't ever seem to be anything but.)

...Actually, using your anger to shield you might be a good idea. Your mind is used to it.

[Anger is...definitely a feeling he's carried for a long time. It used to be a lot worse. Bringing attention to it only reminds him how easily the feeling still comes to him.]

There are plenty of things to be angry about. [Maybe if the world and society would stop pissing him off. Like something that happened recently that should be unnatural. To which he withheld from the other until now. The other reason he is here to see him.] How are you alive?

(And well, maybe don't ask something like that while a traumatized telepath is in your head, Shadow.

Terror shoots through them, breaking the connection. A momentary flash of pain wnd horror at the memory of what happened and then Chris' presence is gone utterly from Shadow's head.

Externally, they merely flinch.)

I don't know. Apparently some riftfarers don't die and I won the world's shittiest lotto?

[His eyes twitch from the abrupt retreat of the other from his mind. Not before getting flashes of the moment of their death.

...

That is a weakness that can be exploited if they're not careful.] It's always been like that?

(Only if he uses it right.

They look away.)

Which part? The part where I don't die when I should or the part where riftfarers come back to life? (Hunched up. Arms crossed. Defensive.)

Both. [A wave of his hand. Despite the anger floating around him, there is no immediate animousity towards Chris. More suspicion than anything.]

I don't know what your world is like, but people normally don't return from the dead where I'm from. [He did, but he's not normal.] I came here to confirm who you claim to be. If you're really back and whole.

(...Okay, even if he was angry at them, that's actually pretty valid.

They sigh.)

That's hard to prove, Shadow. I know I can't be cloned the normal way--boost drugs mess with that--but there's magic here. (They think they're Chris, but... are they? Are they really who they think they are?

They push back the wave of panic that line of thought brings.) I wasn't whole before Ganon killed me, remember? Don't know if I died back in my world (Maybe for a minute or two, in the purely clinical sense.) but I wasn't supposed to survive.

[They don't know if they're alive back home. The idea that the dead could come to this world. The implication had been there, but he was quick squash the idea since he came to this world. Now he's confronted by the possiblity before him.

There's this glow coming from Shadow's mind. A yellow glow and it felt warm. He blinks, shaking his head. No. Not in front of who he's dealing with.] I've gathered enough information. But isn't it strange, that it's only riftfarers?

(Okay they actually don't know if they're alive at home but that's because of something else. Right now they're just angsting about the farm and what happened there, which they did in fact manage to survive and escape. Not that they'd necessarily correct him if they noticed the mistake. Maybe.)

...Yeah. I have to wonder if it's some part of the magic that brings us here.

[...Why are they here? Are they even who they are, when they can't die like the locals?]

...Are we through here? [A glance in Chris direction. He got some answers, and new questions to mull over.]

If you want to be.

(They've taught him at least some of the techniques for protecting himself. He'll need to practice if he wants to get better, since they really aren't keen on potentially pissing him off by invading his brain.)

[Using anger as a means to block was effective to an extent...but it doesn't sit right with him. He's been learning to let go of that anger, and now he's using it again for his own self preservation. He starts to walk off.]

Good enough. [He'll figure it out. He always does.]

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CW: Trauma and mentions of death, murder, questioning identity.

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