xii λ the apple

[assassino]

[He wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but it certainly wasn't this.

At first there's just a weird feeling in him, something that makes it feel like his insides are vibrating, reverberating from the Apple in his hand.

Then it bursts, like an explosion, with a gold light tearing across the room in all directions. It vanishes into the walls, and Ezio can't see where it goes, but he's startled enough to drop the Apple. He feels winded.

Elsewhere in the castle, humans may have just felt like something tried to invade their head, and unless the castle chose to protect them from it, it'll hurt like a blast to the head.

And then it's gone.

What the hell was that?]



[Mini event post here! And an video example of what this looks like! Again, it won't effect non-humans, and any psychics who probe "back" at it will know whatever did it isn't organic.]

Comments

[atrophied]

Check the others. See if anyone else—

[ He breaks off, staring at a wall as if he might find the answer on it. His mind is running, trying to find a rational explanation, everything can be explained, he just needs to find it. ]

[save_the_souls]

[Meanwhile he is also trying to think of things. Why wasn't he affected? What was it? He's never seen floaty gold light here.]

See if anyone else was affected? All right.

[atrophied]

Report back immediately when you find something.

[ You're dismissed, Allen. He needs more information. He may need to rely on others. Perception is colored. Humans have imperfect recall. Tainted, incomplete data. Almost useless. ]

[save_the_souls]

I will.

[He'll get up and get going. He's worried about House, but he seems to be mostly okay right now and he just needs to check on the other clinic staff? Should be quick]

[atrophied]

[ When he returns, House is still on the ground although he has managed to draw himself into a comfortable sitting position. His journal is open beside him, aprivate filter hastily inscribed so no one can overhear him, but he can still listen in. He holds his cane straight up and bounces it rhythmically against floor between his legs. The movement has no purpose, but he does not stop. His gaze is focused on the far wall, unseeing yet examining something that is not there. ]

[save_the_souls]

[He'll come back a few minutes later after checking around the clinic with everyone around, staff and patient alike]

Several other people were affected, though not everyone. Same symptoms.

[atrophied]

Who.

[save_the_souls]

John...[And a list of people in the clinic would be there and is 1) human 2) Has no fancy powers that would stop it yay 3) would talk to Allen. What i'm lazy okay]

[atrophied]

[ Add those to the ones he has heard through the journal. Not limited by sex or age. Only common factor: ]

Humans. All humans. Why all humans?

[save_the_souls]

[he makes a face at that; way not to count him among the humans jerk!]

It could be some sort of spell meant to target only humans.

[atrophied]

[ The glare now is definitely accusatory. ]

Why are you unaffected?

[ You were better off when he was ignoring you. ]

[save_the_souls]

Good question...

[He frowns and crosses his arms a moment, leaning against a door as he thinks. Something trying to get into your head, that sounds very familiar, something he's experienced before- ] - Oh!

Mind control!

[atrophied]

What about it?

[ He has heard the word 'telepathy' thrown around a little too much in the past few minutes. He's waiting to see if Allen's response ties into it. ]

[save_the_souls]

[Oh wow I'm the one explaining for once AWESOME]

When a mind control spell happens to someone, a very common thing to have is the feeling that something, or someone is trying to get into your head- or is in your head if they're successful. As though something is trying to...hijack your brain and use it themselves.

[Master has done it enough time that he is VERY familiar with the feeling okay. He reaches under his shirt and pulls out his necklace- a simple gold chain with a purple glowing gemstone]

A few years ago I had a bad incident with a mind controller, so I had someone make a charm against such spells. That's probably why I wasn't affected, if I'm right.

[atrophied]

[ Did you just seriously show the brilliant man child a pretty, glowing rock? Your genius, or lack thereof, is showing. ]

That still doesn't explain why it's only humans being affected.

[save_the_souls]

[Well they are fresh out of red buttons. But he's putting back under his shirt...because honestly he thinks it's tacky looking]

Maybe something about the spell. Every spell has rules and limitations. It's not as all powerful as people from non-magical worlds seem to think it is.

[atrophied]

Do you really take me for some idiot who'll believe in unlimited power just because someone says so?

[ Of course, there is going to be a limit. Just as there will be a backlash. It still doesn't answer his questions. He turns back to the wall. ]

Put up a sign at the door. Those with a headache can wish up a bottle of Tylenol and read the directions on it. They don't need to see a doctor no matter how much they cry.

[save_the_souls]

No...I believe you for the sort of idiot that thinks it's all ludicrous to begin with.

[He sighs and resists the urge to roll his eyes - man he does this a lot these days]

John already had me wish up a bunch of aspirin. I think the other doctors will feel fine letting you think.

[atrophied]

Use aspirin only if you have 0.1 cc of epinephrine on hand. Unless you'd like to kill the allergic who have no idea they are allergic.

[ Idiot. ]

[save_the_souls]

[UGH UGH I knew I forgot something] Ugh...

I'll go fix that then.

[Turning to leave; maybe he can leave this guy to think while helping the other doctors for the rest of the night. That'd be awesome.]

[atrophied]

[ House approves of this plan. He draws the journal closer to him and ignores Allen. ]

[save_the_souls]

[Good! He'll definitely do that for a long while, dealing either with a rush of patients- or no rush of patients and simply a clinic staff that is waiting for a rush of patients- WHOSE TO SAY? Eventually when he has a moment an hour or two later, he'll be looking into the lab to see if House is alright]

[atrophied]

[ He is in the middle of preparing a new batch of cells after the previous one was ruined. His right sleeve is rolled up. His journal is still open, now beside him on the table. House glances at Allen before turning back to his work. ]

[save_the_souls]

[Well...at least he's back to what he was doing before - just whatever that way it better not be developing a plague. He watches for a bit, but will probably turn away eventually to leave House to his work if he keeps on doing that]

[atrophied]

Learned anything new?

[ He does not look at Allen when he speaks. ]