Post by Chancellor Cheri on Jul 19, 2022 2:38:46 GMT -5
”I doubt the ability she used on Hatchi City was the same as what she used on you,” for, indeed, well before she was queen, Rosemary had caused a great ruckus in the city by bringing all of its (primarily tuffle) inhabitants nearby into a raging, violent furor, ”but she had some supra-mundane capacity to draw out the id in others. However, I was able to become more resistant to it over time, so it was not nearly as gripping as that which you describe.” Indeed, as Nasu went on with his description, it sounded less and less like the two abilities were one and the same: for Nasu, the change was far more… total, more far-encompassing, and more permanent. More than just boosting the worst parts of someone, it was more like washing away what was there, good or bad, and replacing it with something else entirely. But then, as Nasu went on to describe how it brought out forgotten parts of himself… well, perhaps the two effects weren’t as distinct as Cheri had figured. Perhaps just… different potencies, different grades of application, of the one ability.
As Nasu’s story reached a lull, Cheri provided him with the slightest hint of comfort by placing a hand on his nearest shoulder reassuringly. ... His hair? Well, yes, she supposed he was right: his hair was different. That certainly wasn’t normal, for a saiyan. Perhaps Nasu had a hair ghost that was removed when the rest of the mind control/curses were cleaned out, and this was how it naturally looked. Surely, the only logical explanation.
”... Hm.” Cheri thought, discussing the story as Nasu told it. ”Well, I certainly appreciate the thought,” and here came the ‘but’, ”but I have merely been trained to be an expert soldier, tactician, strategist, politician, scientist, and public figure; I only took a few courses in psychiatry.” This was tuffle for ‘I’m not qualified enough to do that’. ”I’m not particular confident I’ll be able to help much…”
She thought on the matter some more. She would open her mouth to speak, but then think better of it, and this would happen a few times as she went though multiple conversations with herself and tried to piece the words together in a way that Nasu would find useful. To pause like this, rather irregular for her. ”... But I’ll try. That angry little homunculus in the back of your head, the repressed id, the ‘lizard brain’ self? That did not disappear with the rest of your curses because it is not a spectre, not a possessing curse. Rosemary did not place it in you, did not burden you with it: she simply saw what was there and amplified it to suit her ends. I do not think you will be able to remove this dark voice, and I do not think it would be healthy if you somehow succeeded. Perhaps it is more— and I do not claim this as fact or say it with any confidence— that it was always there, always like that, and what has changed is simply that you are now consciously aware of it?” Her hand on his shoulder has since moved, to shift as she spoke, and at a few points both hands moved together to form a scholarly gesture.
As Nasu’s story reached a lull, Cheri provided him with the slightest hint of comfort by placing a hand on his nearest shoulder reassuringly. ... His hair? Well, yes, she supposed he was right: his hair was different. That certainly wasn’t normal, for a saiyan. Perhaps Nasu had a hair ghost that was removed when the rest of the mind control/curses were cleaned out, and this was how it naturally looked. Surely, the only logical explanation.
”... Hm.” Cheri thought, discussing the story as Nasu told it. ”Well, I certainly appreciate the thought,” and here came the ‘but’, ”but I have merely been trained to be an expert soldier, tactician, strategist, politician, scientist, and public figure; I only took a few courses in psychiatry.” This was tuffle for ‘I’m not qualified enough to do that’. ”I’m not particular confident I’ll be able to help much…”
She thought on the matter some more. She would open her mouth to speak, but then think better of it, and this would happen a few times as she went though multiple conversations with herself and tried to piece the words together in a way that Nasu would find useful. To pause like this, rather irregular for her. ”... But I’ll try. That angry little homunculus in the back of your head, the repressed id, the ‘lizard brain’ self? That did not disappear with the rest of your curses because it is not a spectre, not a possessing curse. Rosemary did not place it in you, did not burden you with it: she simply saw what was there and amplified it to suit her ends. I do not think you will be able to remove this dark voice, and I do not think it would be healthy if you somehow succeeded. Perhaps it is more— and I do not claim this as fact or say it with any confidence— that it was always there, always like that, and what has changed is simply that you are now consciously aware of it?” Her hand on his shoulder has since moved, to shift as she spoke, and at a few points both hands moved together to form a scholarly gesture.