"You really are not familiar with the charade you tried to retain earlier. Well now that that's obvious, to simply answer your question with my own, think of this: is the aggressor completely taking over with their own actions, or is the victim being threatened to do things outside their boundaries with their own life out of fear? Again, what kind of trauma? Mental, or physical? Since this is your plan that we're going to undertake on a whim, I thought you'd might have more insight as to what the answer might be. However time flows on as water does bamboo forest, so I'll just ask the one who is unnervingly keeping this up." Jingka replied in another airy tone of voice, as if she wasn't even speaking back to Doc in the first place.
The Zoroark looked at her and held up one claw. Jingka turned back around with both hands folded behind her back. "She says first option, thanks to someone who already made that decision easy."
'Oh be quiet.'
'Just remember what he was doing and send those signals through the motor receptors.'
Socratic:
Doc completely ignores any and all of the insults with an annoying grin,"Very well then. It would appear we are playing the part of slave and master." He gets a wicked grin on his face,"You know what would be a crying shame? If that douche Dr. Hemmingway, focusing on the success of his conquest, forgot to actually get you processed afterwards. Wouldn't that just suck?"
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"My lack of processing would be unfair, but I did have that covered just in case." The woman replied, still speaking as if the situation wasn't serious at all. "Though just a comment; please do not act as if stating a simple fact is an insult. Far too many other people are in likewise thought. I have no reason to insult you, despite your apparent ego where others would try their best to 'pop it'. Anyway, time is short, as night creeps on like a wary Nincada."
'Ready?'
'I did ask a minute ago.'
There was no tone of sarcasm in her voice, no signs of inverse psychology. Jingka was quite honest about her comments to Doc. Pulse started to give off all the body language of a physically traumatized individual, including twitching, nervous whimpering, and restraint to make any bold moves. Jingka remembered feeling similar to this scenario, only it was after her first possession by a Haunter. They usually left incredibly chilling trails in their victims, though Jingka was no such thing. Endra looked back and forth between the gate, where her illusion was, and at Doc. She gave him a hand - or rather claw - motion, clearly signalling it was whenever he was ready to go, and that the false imagery was well on its way to begin the stranger's plan.
Socratic:
"Stop trying to change me!" Doc says in a whiny voice that belongs on a child a quarter of his age. "But seriously, insulting people is my thing. Trying to change that after you've just met me is almost as crazy as giving me your number so I can call you may–"
<NO.>
<No, what?>
<That infernal song that clearly came from the same place ENDoG crawled out of. NO.>
<Sheesh. Ok.>
"Anyway, the panel has officially vetoed the allusion. Although, I have acquired something new to anger the panel with." Doc's smile could break glass,"Anyway, has anyone ever told you that your similes are extremely entertaining? Granted, they're not very lucid, but what do I know about lucidity? I rigged a glacier to explode!"
When Jinkga throws up the bluff, Doc says,"Oh, cool! I imagine that with electrilurgy and practice, you could any pokemon to do that. Which is kinda chilling, come to think about it. But anyway, show time." Doc readopts his arrogant posturing, this time remembering the curl of his upper lip.
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Jingka mentally rolled her eyes at Doc. She would have continued the conversation, however there wasn't time for it, not now anyway. Instead she lets her mind wander to thoughts more better thought of for the situation, ones that Pulse feels very odd being in the presence of. In fact, he was beginning to wonder if he needed to send off signals of his own to have Jingka act the way she was at all. The specific memory was doing its job well enough. Still, the Rotom memorized the neurological signals to better his own possessive ability. Her body twitched every now and then and she hung her head low. It was clear she wanted to shrink into a corner and she wanted things to stop being within five feet of her 'bubble' zone. Endra had disappeared, but was going to follow them closely. The guards paid no mind, and let them in without another word. Everything was quiet as the darkness brought about an eery type of quiet that was incredibly uncomforting.
Socratic:
The inside is clinical. Everything is bone white and emotionless, the color being a reminder of death and not purity. The employees would be easy to distinguish from the patients even without uniforms and jumpsuits: the former universally have varying hard looks indicating things from jadedness at best to downright evil at worst; the latter exclusively have looks of dejectedness and despair, in addition to many (but not all) being clearly in throes of delirium. This place oozes horror, and Doc can't help but label this area as a place where hope goes to die.
<I think I'm gonna hurl.>
<I thought you have a stronger than that.>
<Yes, but I'm a being of positive emotion. Those auras... They're all so... Bleak.>
<Come on, there has to be at least one person here who's happy. Happy inflicting pain, if nothing else.>
<Are you kidding? Sadistic glee? I'm a being of positive emotion. Sadistic is as not positive as you can get.>
<Well think about it this way: it's not going to last for long.> Doc idly reaches his hands near what is almost certainly one of his many pockets, before arresting the motion. In fact, if one is not carefully paying attention, there would be no way to tell that he is doing any reaching at all.
"Come on, *****. You're nice and cleaned up now." Doc nearly growls with the tone of someone sick relishing a fresh torture. "Let's go throw you in the hellhole you're going to be spending the rest of your life in."
Some of the employees who merely look jaded briefly glance at Doc. However, despite the short duration of the looks, they concisely convey excessive amounts of murderous hatred.
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Jingka looked around as if she's turned suddenly twitchy, glancing at everyone quickly and making sure to avoid eye contact with anyone. Aside from doing her job, and seemingly avoiding any such conversation with Doc. she mentally noted everyone in the room, which ones seemed the most physically threatening should things go wrong, all the exits, the windows - of which had been reinforced with metal bars - and also finding a clock with the time. She didn't see the exact placement of the hands, but from a glance, it was well into the evening.
'Time is ours. With the absence of the sun, the moon may remind us of the light of which we cannot see.'
'He's moved his hand.'
'I know. Don't get dis... distracted.'
'Are you okay?'
'I'm fine. Just... don't provoke the thoughts and focus please.'
Socratic:
Doc is walking away. Keeping an arrogant expression on his face, he gathers his thoughts to plan out several escape routes, layering many plans to improvise if necessary. He goes to the little douche's room and locks the door.
<Your plans are always so confusing.>
<I didn't ask you to examine them.>
<People are going to die, regardless of what plan you choose.>
<I didn't ask them to help ENDoG.> Doc's thoughts are cold and precise.
<Arceus, Doc! You used to be more...>
<Human?>
<No. Beasts kill on impulse, for hunger or for protection. This is premeditated.>
<Yes. This is premeditated. They deserve nothing better. In fact, they deserve worse, if anything.>
<Are you even listening to what you're saying? She wouldn't want–>
<We don't know that. And you know why? Because they took her from me. I hate them. Genuinely, obsessively, hate them. If that offends your sensibilities, too bad.>
<Doc, you've said it yourself: hatred destroys the hater, no matter the result of vengeance.>
<I really don't care if I'm destroyed or not at this point. I just want them suffer. Are you still in?>
<Dammit Doc! Is there no way to get through to you?!> Apollo lets out a mental sigh, before continuing. <You're a madman for doing this. I'm an idiot for following you. Fine.>
<Glad we're on the same page.>
Doc eventually makes it to the staff lounge, where he asks an employee where the bathroom is. He's all arrogant, treating her like dirt to keep his cover.
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'Why is he taking us into the bathroom?'
'I can read faces, facial twitches and such. I can't read minds.'
Jingka kept up her charade as she observed more things around the room. She wondered what the stranger was up to, but she felt he was slightly distracted for a moment, as if something else was bothering him.
Socratic:
Doc shoves Jingka into a chair near the bathroom,"I'll be out in a second, *****. If you move, or speak, or even think, I'll know, and I'll show you why you should do what I tell you. In even more detail then the first time."
Doc uses Apollo to establish a telepathic link to Jingka as he walks in,
<Remember, the best way to cover up a crime is with a more blatant, obvious one. For example, as a doctor, I am allowed to write prescriptions. Albeit, under my assumed name, as I am legally dead. Did you know there are all sorts of fun things in medicine.> Using Apollo, Doc transmits an image of a perscription bottle in his hand,
<For example, this bottle contains angina medication. Its active ingredient is extremely fun.> Jingka can hear a very slight tinkering in the bathroom, masked by a running faucet, before Doc comes out again.
<And we have about three minutes to get to the far end of this place. I suggest we move.>
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HEY! Who is-how is-what am I seeing?'
'Pulse... you are making it very difficult... please quiet down.'
'Wait, this is... this is a Pokemon, it isn't him-'
'Pulse.'
Her raising of mental thought made Pulse immediately silence, knowing Jingka never raised her voice often enough for it to be considered normal. It was nighttime, and right now there was more people or entities inside Jingka's head than that of her very limit. Acting was the easy part, it was keeping her head together, while there was now three others inside of it, that was the difficult part.
'... can't you ask him to wait?'
'No.'
'But your pain is beginning to grow at a rapid rate, and I know you aren't showing it at all because of me but-'
'No Pulse. I will be... fine. Now, keep leading to wherever it is... I mean... hold on...'
Jingka did not often have to recompose her thoughts, not unless she was getting another vibe from another source. She sends her thought specifically through the unfamiliar ambient link between the minds so Doc knows she acknowledges she's listening. Or at least trying to listen.
'Apologies. Now, just keep leading as you were.'
Socratic:
Doc grabs Jingka by the arm as he walks her, just slow enough to avoid arousing suspicion as he moves her away from the area back to her room. They just make it there when a huge sound makes itself known. An alarm shrills and sprinklers start.
<Aaaaaaand there's our cue. Emergency exit is thataway. Remember, if you do what everyone else is doing, no one has reason to be skeptical.>
It was a medical ward for those deemed insane. If everyone did everything the same way, it’d be considered normal and there very presence would have been considered irrelevant and obsolete. Jingka bolted as fast as she could away from Doc and into a few other people who were acting just the same. There were PA instructions to evacuate into the yard and wait for further instructions. Guards shoved her in with the already frantic crowd of people while her Zoroark was making use of the chaos, by having ‘stray patients’ running to other points of the yard and out of sight, forcing guards to go and chase an illusion that would only disappear. Jingka was barely outside when she had herself falsify tripping, and catching her hand on a nearby lights witch.
‘Pulse, you know what to do from here.’
The electrical poltergeist snickered as he left Jingka’s body and moved into the electrical wiring within the building. From there he would need to find Jingka’s Sableye, Kimberlite, and cause the computer to download a random set of information onto whatever computer Kimberlite found a portable USB drive in. Thanks to technology of the modern age, they were fairly common. Once that was done, Kimberlite would remove the USB drive, and Pulse would cause the entire building to blackout. This was their plan from the beginning, but thanks to having the run in with the stranger, things turned out for the better. As Jingka was led outside into a crowd of horrible disorganization that was looking more like human herding, she counted the seconds by, knowing Endra was having far too much fun messing with the minds of the armed guards who were beginning to wonder why their aim had suddenly turned so horrible. A minute turned into two, and two turned into four. Soon it was getting to six minutes and thirty four seconds of being outside when the flood lights all turned off at once, causing various women and men to scream and try to run away. Jingka could feel people trying to move this way and that way, pulling and pushing. She could also hear the strikes of rifle butts against skulls, and people falling to the ground. The girl waited for a light double tap on her shoulder, knowing that was the signal that Endra had found her and was ready to pull her out. She only moved when she was pulled to do so, ducking and weaving between human beings, despite the fact Endra’s mastery of illusions would provide well enough cover. Soon the freedom of open air could be felt as the two of them made it to the wall, waiting for Pulse and Kimberlite to return.
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