Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-28358106-20161112044758

(Not really back, just scraped some free time so I won't hold things up too much)

White, heavy mist rolls across the floor from the other end of the room, bathing my feet and legs in freezing cold. The footfalls grow louder, until the hulking, slender shape lurches from behind the hologram. Electricity runs up and down her gargantuan limbs, her skin the color of clay, her eyes clouded. Her chest heaves with agonizing effort.

She is not a Golem, but I can sense the mechanical parts inside of her running off of the electricity that threads her body. She is not Undead, but she reeks of the Old Magic, the foul necromancy that I know so well. She wears white tatters, a mockery of a dress. She looks down at me with blank eyes, my size that of a child compared to hers.

"Look, Doctor!  Emilia wants to say hello!"

The Little Man's giggle echoes through the tower as the giantess stops before me, swaying slightly, looking down at me.

''"I learned much from you last time, Doctor, oh yes, yes.  Indeed.  My beloved Emelia is immune to all forms of elemental magic; the generator inside of her simply soaks it up and turns it into Spirit Energy, which keeps her alive.  So as you can see, she has GREAT incentive to milk you for all you're worth.  And given her girth, she needs a lot...although, if you had allowed me to harvest those glands from that Harpy, I might have done something about her size!  Although, personally speaking from having...tested her so thoroughly, her mouth should be able to compensate!  HAHAHAHAAAA!" ''

I clench my fists, shaking in rage. "This...this is inexcusable!  You have no IDEA what you've done!"

The smile disappears.  "Don't I?!  Oh, I beg to differ.  I could sense the necromancy coursing through your veins the moment I saw you, Doctor.  I knew you were going to be a problem.  So you see, I prepared.  My mind has a telepathy ward that not even you can penetrate.  I can control Emelia with my very thoughts if I want to.  Our minds are linked; my will is her will.  You have no chance. I dare you to try and challenge my mindlink!"

"I won't challenge your mindlink," I say evenly.

The hologram's face becomes smug as Emelia advances.  "No, of course not.  You haven't the willpower.  Why, even the..."

He stops mid-sentence as he realizes that he's left a glaring flaw in his plan. He doesn't have time to shout as Emelia dashes forward with blinding speed, reaching out to grab me. My hand is raised, palm out, directly at her face. A split second is all it takes of my concentration.

I don't dive into his mind. I dive into hers.

Black coils engulf my sight as my thoughts slip beyond the ether and into the mind of the abomination...