Had a fun thought while in the sim today.~ From now on, unless asked to stop of course, I think I might be IMing the residents of Abingdon with little "mini-rp" illusions.~ All are One within Yog-Sothoth and thus all minds are HIS domain.~ Thus the Dancer can alight upon any unprotected mind within the town of Abingdon.~

Here is a record of my current little illusions:

Rae sends whispers to crawl in the mind of the Arkham intruder.~

Jaegen Fenris: Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.

Jaegen Fenris: my brain is a split of beast and man, of feral and formal. The mind of a soldier and the heart of the beast. It's not an easy mind to trick

Rae: easy or not~ I serve the Gate and I shall not tollerate Arkham to steal the Master's Secrets~

Rae reaches out to touch your mind, the shadows at the edge of your vision begin to crawl and squirm as if they contained the horror you worship.~

Augusta Darcy: mwahahahaa

Rae reaches out to touch the mind of the priest, you hear a clatter below as if someone has knocked something over in your church. ((to Luc))

Rae reaches out and touches your mind, something clatters in your tray of soaps and perfumes, you hear something dropped into your bath water.~

Dylia slowly she leans back more into the small tub, enjoys the warmth of the water, the soapy scent, she closes her eyes and inhales deeply, reaches inside the warm water to pour it over her chest, hr plump breasts, leans her head back more against the edge of the tub, slowly rubbing the soap along her arms and shoulder, down her pale and heavy breasts, cupping them gently, cups her soft breast with soapy fingers, she leans back more, slides deeper into the water, looks puzzled at the water as she hears the light splashing sound

Rae sends more illusions your way, you swear you caught a glimpse of movement in the dark recesses of your tub, something cold and slimey brushes past your bare skin.~

Dylia still cups and slowly kneads her left breast, the pale flesh is glistening wet and soapy as she looks into the water, sees the darkness of the tub, her own pale thighs, she thinks to see the sudden movement, to feel something brushing along her inner thigh, she witches and shudders with the sudden touch, leans back more against the side of the tub, reaches with her free hand in side the water, towards the shadow of a movement

Rae: Suddenly you feel something grip your ankle and tug you under the water! You feel as if you have suddenly been plunged not into your warm bath but into the cold ocean out beyond the docks!~ Something strong and malevolent attempts to pull you down into the crushing dark.

Dylia's naked body tenses and jerks with the sudden firm grip, she feels the firm and cold grip around each ankle, she shrieks as she feels how she is pulled down, into the sudden cold and dark depths, tries to reach for the sides of the tub, the wobbling movement of her large breasts visible, the water splashes and sways out of the small tub as she gets pulled down into the dark and cold depths, her scream muffled as the water closes above her head, the hands can be seen for a brief moment before the naked and curvy body gets pulled deeper into the sudden cold water, she tries to kick against the pressure of the firm grip, feels the cold water around her body, tries to hold her breath, only feels the tight grip tugging her deeper

Rae: Suddenly you are released!~ You clammer against the sides of your tub, spilling water everywhere as you break the surface and again all is fine, as if nothing happened at all.~

Dylia's hands are desperately trying to reach for anything she can find, se suddenly feels again the wooden side of the tub, digs her fingers into the wet and warm wood and pulls herself up again, more water is spilling over the sides of the tub, she inhales and exhales audibly, again her face, the large breasts are breaking the water, her hair now clinging wetly ot her face and head, she leans over the side of the tub, still trying to catch her breath, her heaving breasts pressed against the hard wooden side of the tub

Dylia leans inside the tub, the head resting against the side of the tub, her eyes closed, the wet hair is clinging wetly to her forehead, her neck, most of the body inside the warm and soapy water, her closed eyes seem to move slightly as she dreams, sees her own body, naked and pale, how she seems to float in the dark depths of this ocean, sees her own hair, billowing around the head, the arms and legs spread slightly as the nude body limply seems to move in the water, moved by some slow current, sees her unmoving breasts, the pale appearing flesh.

Rae reaches out with her mind to the familiar Mr. Deering,~ You hear her haunting voice trilling from behind you in the cemetary, "Mr. Deering.~"

Victor E. Eton: The incident in the cemetery had gone unspoken, at least out loud, though John lingered on that encounter in the back of his mind as if someone surely dripped poison onto his tongue. He let it fester in his own mind, though he went about his own daily tasks without much more issue. The fog continued to ebb and flow and eventually he fell back into a bit of a routine for himself, pushing the memory at bay until one evening, getting ready to settle after a hard day's work, he heard a voice chitter in his head. Familiar, far away but right behind his ears. The blond flinched, fingers wrapping tight around the kettle he held in hand. It came from the cemetery, but in his head all at once. It must be an illusion... maybe.

Rae reaches out and touches your mind.~ Your food seems to wriggle in your mouth.~

The Black Puppeteer whispered then. "Hating a full species, would be --- counterproductive, it is best to judge indivi---" Was then he arhced his eyebrow and stood up, letting a small piece of his food to come out of his mouth and down the plate as if he was gagging a bit, he grew up and said. "Worms?" However there was something there, the blade, red and crystaline that was hidden under his cape started to glow, he knew well what this meant, the one responsible may feel a 'burn' back as this went on, and the mind of the Hunter got touched, he frowned and whispered. "We may be under attack."

Rae recedes her influence, her intention fulfilled.~

The Black Puppeteer: Angus Liebermann blinked and said. "No, it is gone." He added as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, and looked up at Nora with a small frown. "Something attempted to mess with my mind, I guess my 'defenses' activated." Admitted feeling a bit sick in the stomach after this, but knowing it to have been a compulsion, an illusion, he looked up at her and said. "I lost contact."