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Summary: Tywyll Heliwr awakens to find herself restrained in a different cell with someone other than a thief for company. Tharax has chosen to give Tywyll Heliwr some of her personal attention. While melding with Tywyll Heliwr, Tharax attempts to persuade the fetch to 'get to know her'. After fighting Tharax's advances and defying her both mentally and physically, Tharax launches Tywyll Heliwr out into space. (Note: This log is edited of any portion that would be considered inappropriate for younger audiences in keeping with the PG-13 rating of the site).

Drip, drip, drip … The sound was deafening compared to the silence as small droplets splashed against the damp floor as the thick condensation of the room created the insufferable dripping. The room was muggy, damp and warm and comfortable to be in. Not that Tywll had much choice, after her little escape and trip around the ship she was thrown in maximum security, her arm were bound behind her, stretched high in the air and enclosed by some sort of metal cylinder that kept her fingers from moving, her body hunched forward with her knees bent and spread, a metal contraption to keep her body in place and her eyes and mouth tightly bound by some sort of metal lock that kept her jaw clenched around a rubber gang like object as huge beams of light shone down at the open space around her only adding to this discomforting heat.

What was most unusual was the intense feeling of gravity in the middle of the room, nothing lethal but enough to make movement a struggle, no doubt secluded just to this room. To top it all off there was a thick Neural Control Collor clamped around her neck, and large machine looming behind her, one long arm with a metal ball on the end with around 10 long multi jointed arms that ended in long needles that pierced her body, like acupuncture designed to immobilise her pressure points, every now and then changing depending on her shuffles and movement to keep her body lax.

This was overkill, even for Tywll this intense secure holding looked and felt as if it was for something much stronger and more volatile, or someone … With the young Fech bound in unreasonable restraint, the world around her remained still, still enough with the exception of the drop of water every minute or so. It was hard to gauge how long she’d been like this, an hour? Several? A day? Time seemed so still with a distinct lack of sense, but there was a point where the temperature of the room begun to drop and the heat of the lights and the discomfort of the damp hot air seemed to ease. Around her in utter silence a black creeping mass had begun to spread across the walls, engulfing everything in its path until the entire room was a black void, then suddenly, the endless stretch of darkness was filled with a million eyes, large and small, each beading and glaring as their narrow pupils stared at the Fetch in silence for a few seconds only to simultaneously close, disappear and with it the darkness.

As the room returned to normal and Twyll’s consciousness begun to slip again she found herself in a sense of ease, in a calm and safer place where she was no longer bound with huge needles poking in her, an endless white space that felt so at home and so natural … or at least it was until she’d notice the figure sat cross legged in front of her. At first glance it seemed like some sort of condensed black mass, burning ‘smoke’ and constantly out of focus. After a second or two it seemed to take form as a women, a pail women in tight black clothing and a un-hinged smile and wide snake like eyes, legs crossed and tight just under her elbows as if she’d been waiting for Tywll to arrive.
“Do you hear the Whispermen
the Whisper men are near
If you hear the Whispermen
then turn away your ear
Do not hear the Whispermen
Whatever else you do
for once you've heard the Whispermen
they'll stop and look at you.~”

The women said under her breath as Twyll’s consciousness and attention began to form in this world.

A rhyme whispered by adults to children to frighten them into behaving and then passed from chlid to child in order to scare one another for thrills; Tywyll Heliwr knew the rhyme well. It was about her people and oftentimes it was her own people who spread it to keep it in circulation. Spectres, the name for Fetches who chose the dark path, would infuse that rhyme with true horror, lending credence to all the dark rumors about Fetch.

There was momentary confusion though no fear or anger experienced by Tywyll Heliwr. Her consciousness was one of great intelligence fogged over by pain whenever she slipped back into wakefullness. Now Tywyll Heliwr was sure that she was not experiencing being in a different room somewhere other than a cell. Tywyll Heliwr was too comfortable for someone who had a cracked sternum, that was slipping into shock. She hazarded an inference that she could be having a fever dream, then observed how lucid the dream seemed. Tywyll Heliwr had the sense the woman at which she was looking was an intelligence seperate from her own. Dream or no dream, Tywyll Heliwr decided she would speak to the woman as though she were a seperate person. Tywyll Heliwr thought to herself, *I have no time for children's rhymes, I slip deeper into shock. I need to treat myself with medicine from my pack because it has right keys. Other medicines may kill me.*

Tywyll Heliwr imagined speaking to the woman and murmured, *Who are you? Why do you invade my privacy?*

The women remained silent, grinning at her for a minute or two before a snicker tilted her smile, arching her back and lowering her knees as the back of her hands rested against them as she bit her bottom lip with excitement. “Dont worry~ you’re being looked after well enough” The women said, not having to project to communicate with Tywll as she spent another second or two snickering at her. “Who am I to invade your privacy? Who are you to invade my ship? You’ve caused me a lot of trouble, you even killed someone.” the women said glancing down at the space between where the two sat, a dead young creature curled up in a black mess, it looked like a baby. “Not even able to enjoy their first breath before being taken from us … that’s what would happen when you cause power fluctuations through the ship … and its medical centres” The women said, her grin not even lowering for a second as she stared down at the dead creature between them that seemed to have just appeared out of nowhere.

Tywyll Heliwr raised an eyebrow and projected to the woman, *Oh, I did not invade your ship. If this is your ship, then you know that I was taken from Void station by someone you know and thrown in a cell with a thief. I did not cause power fluctuation throughout ship. I have killed no one. In fact, I met one of your experiments when I tried to retrieve my things. He tried to kill and eat me. I would have to say that Mr. Vladislous D. Tipish killed quite a number of your crew while attempting to kill me. Do not lay the deeds of others at my feet. If you are having power fluctuation, then look elsewhere. You may have serious problem that needs fixing. In meantime, I would prefer that you were not in my head.*

The women stare gently moved back to Tywll as her grin perked a centimetre higher, her eyes still lazy and quarter lidded as the two made eye contact, the dead creature between the two of them gone from the empty white space. “So defensive … is making up stories like this how you justify what you do?” Tharax said as her head tilted gently to the right, pausing as Twyll talked ‘at’ her. “My dog? He killed no one, you, on the other hand, caused system confusion through my ship, activating protocol alarms on decks B through Y, across medical, sciences and storage-” At this point Tharax’s voice sounded more robotic, echoing around them like a system computer reading out a report, no doubt what she was mimicking before her natural voice returned. “The feedback loop caused a fluctuation through each deck through 10 difference system faults … 4000 to the power of ten that all 10 would fail and cause feed back like that, feedback that friend that pore creature alive inside its mother … Almost like it was fate…” the tone on the women's lip was one of bemusement as she studied the Fetch. “But I guess you don't have children … no younger siblings or family younger than yourself” she said with a bemused wicked tone, wicked because their story she’d fed her was a lie, not that Twyll would be able to tell, the women didn’t earn the title of ‘deserver’ without being best at what she could do. “Besides~ We’re not in your head,” she said lifting her head and looking down her nose at her with a smirk as if she knew a dirty secret that Tywll didn’t.

Without so much as a ripple of feeling, Tywyll Heliwr projected to the woman, *I have no need to defend or justify any of my actions. I am not on trial here and you are no judge.* Tywyll Heliwr did her best to read the tone of the other woman's thought like someone might pick up the tone of a writer in a piece of written work. Tywyll Heliwr projected again to the woman, *I would infer otherwise. This conversation can not be happening elsewhere when my body feels no pain after suffering such injury and I find myself in clean clothes without so much as bruise on my person.*

Tywll’s logical assumption seemed to greatly please the women, her smug attitude at the ignorance of others, normally she littered herself with those who had rather in depth understanding of the force, and even then they were sceptical of her abilities … now she had someone who’d truly appreciate the impossible she could create with her power. “I’m sure there Naboolian bunk lizards who’d argue that you and everything you are is ‘impossible’. Don't assume to know what is and isn’t possible in the galaxy, especially with what is possible with the force.” the women said, lecturing Tywll on her preconception of logic and possibility.

“And we are~” she said with that smug tone again, seeming to hold a stiffened giggle between her teeth. “I like to call this the ‘conceptual plain of existence’”, a mental space of existence created by two telepaths when their minds are joined, this is neither my head nor yours, rather something we share together. The Jedi call this mind melding, but being able to project yourself into this space is of my design~” she said with a softer tone as her head tilted back. “Here we are gods of our own world, in here we can do anything our imagination desire, as a natural telepath this bond phenomenally clear and strong. I’ve never been able to create a conceptual plain of existence this clear with someone I’ve just met before, the last was a Shard collective so this is very fasinating~” The women carried on, seeming unfazed or simply uncaring of the news she’d given Tywll moments before, probably showing her own lie for what it was.

Tywyll Heliwr raised both her eyebrows and sent the thought, *So my inference was close. I do not believe in impossible thing, only improbable. Inference is more like....how you say....hypothesis. Is guess that you make and then seek to find out if it is right.* Tywyll Heliwr shook her head before continuing her thought, *We have sayng, 'Do not teach your Grandmother to suck eggs.'*

This thought is delivered with no signs of irritation on Tywyll Heliwr's part at all. In fact, Tywyll Heliwr seems to relay things in a rather matter of fact way while maintaining an emotional flatline. Tywyll Heliwr continued, *I might have found correspondence interesting...if I had invited it. As it stands, I would prefer that we ended this meld and I was returned to Void Station.*

Tharax grinned, bouncing a little as she sat, seemingly pleased by Tywyll and her reaction, she was fun and an intellectual, these people entertained Tharax to no end. “Oh you are one of the fun ones~ deep thinkers and logical reasoners” she said pursing her lips as she calmed her smile for a moment as she pulled her knees in close and brought them to her chest as she licked her bottom lip softly. “Well sadly my advisor say you are a threat and we had to be sure that you were secure … Fetch’s are slippery creatures~ I’ve only ever met one before, so having the time to sit down and talk with a second was not an opportunity to miss~” she said with another little bounce. “Also that is unfortunate because you are my prisoner~ I mean as you elegantly put the actions of others variables dont reflect on you, and me actions of one of my people wasn’t a reflection on myself. But she’s a good girl, maybe she just thought i’d find you entertaining? Your kind is so rare, it not everyday you get to meet a ‘whisperman’” she joked with a grin as the world around them started to turn a darker shade as her head gently twitched to the side. Tharax’s pull on Tywyll was strong, a lot of variables where keeping her in this place but the most potent was Tharax’s power, it was daunting how strong she was, able to trap Tywyll in this place, even with her telepathic ability. "but whilst we are here how about we have some fun~ I know so little about you, and we can have so much fun in this place." she said clapping her hands above her head with a gentle tap as the room grew darker and a eclipsed sun begun to rise over head as Tharax formated the world they both resided in.

Tywyll Heliwr stood there and watched the other woman play architect. Being a powerful telepath herself, Tywyll Heliwr was no stanger to mental landscapes and how to manipulate or move within them. Tywyll Heliwr did not seem disturbed by the sudden darker atmosphere and she took this moment to find out something about the woman constructing their mental environment from the environment itself.

“Oh come on~ have fun, very few people share this interest, in here we are gods! The only limit our own imagination, c’mon it’s half of your intimation too~” she said willing to coach her friend on to play her little games, it was hard to find someone willing and skilled enough to take part, normally people just cried and played stubborn, but at least this one seemed to take the time to take it all in. “surely you must have some imagination to you?”

Tywyll Heliwr seemed to consider the woman's words and she walk across the darkened area to look up at the sky. Tywyll Heliwr looked back at Tharax for a moment before turning her attention to the sky again.She held out her arms as though she was about to catch something. Then with a tremendous act of Will, Tywyll Heliwr attempted to change Tharax into the eclipsed sun and the eclipsed sun into a person with its own conciousness.

The women grinned as she watched Tywyll take a stand and gain some distance between the two, only to try and turn the tables on Tharax by forming her into the eclipsed sun. Tharax seemed fairly unchanged to begin with, staring up at her and wide and unnerving smile before it suddenly dropped as her body gave a sharp twitch, “ah-...” suddenly Tharax's skin begun to turn a dark grey and expand in a rather painful and horrific fashion as she indeed begun to turn into a much smaller and manageable version of the eclipsed sun and the sun turned into a large floating humans creature, simply floating in the atmosphere. It was quite the thing to behold, it felt so real and yet was all in the shared mindspace of the two telepaths. Before Tywyll could have a chance to really enjoy the scene there was a whistle that echoed from behind her as the pale women stepped out from nowhere, arms folded and a bemused smile on her face “Very nice~ but unfortunately your power only extends to the world around you, not the individuals inside. Everything you to do here is limited to my resistance, my mental capacity pushing against yours~.” she pursed her lips as Tharax took a few steps back and flexed her hands, the world around them slowly turning into a huge city scape, a beautiful and gothic scene of architecture with hundreds of levels and millions of building spanning up to the newly formed sky.

*Do you really think that I do not know this? The same is true for you as well. Again, do not teach your grandmother to suck eggs.* Tywyll Heliwr sent to Tharax.

Tywyll Heliwr began to float and then disappeared and reappeared on the shoulder of the larger being in the sky. Tywyll Heliwr projected to the being, *Shall we go for a walk in the city. I think the woman below might like to come along for the ride. Why not pick her up?* The huge being turned its head and two large orblike eyes looked at Tharax. Its great arm descended from the sky and made to pick Tharax up.

“Well I mean you did try to turn me into a sun~,” she said quietly turning around to see Tywyll had gone, though she knew exactly where she’d decided to go, it was just a ‘feeling’ one would have had over the other. “But don’t pretend that your experience makes you stronger” she said quietly lifting her hand as everything froze in place, the entire mental simulation halted in its tracks as Tharax flex her mental capacity, after all, she wasn’t just a Master of the Sith, she was THE master of the Sith, her mental capacity was powerful and her ability in the force was frightening, especially in a place where mental capacity was the route to all power and she wasn’t going to let this Fetch take control of her little play date. “Come on now let’s not start breaking our toys~” With a click of her fingers the scene changed, the two were sat in a lavish cosy room, three walls and a floor overlooking what looked like the creation of a black hole in a sped up state. “How about something a little more sophisticated, give us a chance to get to know each other” The women stated, trying to sound accommodating though in truth she was keeping her friend on a very short leash.

Tywyll Heliwr regarded Tharax for a moment and sent the thought, *everything that happens here is...just pretending. One moment, you say to me that there are no limits....no boundaries...everything is possible here...everything permitted. Now you tell me that this is not so...that you can make things not possible here.* Tywyll Heliwr's brow winkled and she shook her head. She continued, *because I am not in your mind but in shared mental state, I am not helpless.* Tywyll Heliwr looked out at the growing gaping maw of the singularity in their shared mental state and she willed it to shift into a zero point singularity. Everything began to be pulled into the hungry aperture and crushed down by the unyielding gravity.

“Well pretend as you want it to be~” Tharax said with a soft sign, “but you’re right, what host would I be bringing you to this place if I didn’t let you splurge and indulge yourself” she said with a grin that began to slowly stretch as the two and the room they were settled in began to fall into the heart of the singularity, the two of them stretched for miles until all light and colour faded away. The next thing the two new they were sat in a forest, monitored on a screen watching themselves before the focus moved in through the screen as their perception returned back to first person. “besides I am stronger, much stronger compared to you~ even with your limited understanding of the force even in this place you are still my prisoner.

The wind kicked up scattering a plethora of leaves across the forest floor and the sky became overcast. A look overhead would reveal that the decrease in daylight was not due to gathering clouds but a thickening of the canopy overhead. Scanning the forest around the area, one could see that it had been transformed into a sea of thick old growth trees, whose trunks one person could not wrap their arms round. The breeze began to build and the sound of the leaves rustling in the wind seemed to carry a thousand whispers.

Tywyll Heliwr seems to have disappeared into thin air. The whispers build to a distant and muffled crescendo before coming to a sudden stop. The wind has stopped as well and the whole wood had grown quite and still. Slight shadows that might be humanoid in form seem to slip through the trees in the peripheral vision of the eye but there is nothing there when one tries to fix their focus on the apparitions.
There begins to be the scent of smoke in the air that tickles the throat and causes one to want to cough. Following the smell of smoke is the sudden chorus of the cry of birds and the flapping of their wings overhead. Other ground bound wild life now and then make their presence known to dash by in the same direction in which the birds flew. Then an abundance of smaller vermin scampered across the ground like a wave, moving in the direction of the other wildlife in great haste. The smell of smoke built and now black clouds began to inch their way between the trees accompanied by a crackling noise and thud noises in the distance that could be far way explosions.

Tharax sat quietly in the large opening her eyes curiously watching the enviroment change, the mysterious figures, the wave of creatures and the oncoming wildfire. She wasn’t sure what to make of it, was this the girls concept of fear? Was she trying to peer into her own fears? Was that the point of the wild fire? The faceless creatures? Tharax watched curiously, so very few ever took this bold of a step, always being the victim and never the scene making these little playdates borning. Tharax crossed her legs, hooking her knees between her elbows and resting her chin against her arm quietly as she watched with great interest … but she wasn’t going to just let her have too much fun. “Well~ you’re more proactive than the other fetch for sure” she said with a wide toothy grin.

There is a whisper blown in on a gust of hot wind that says, *We know who you are.* The heat begins to build in the area to an uncomfortable degree. A red orange light starts to illuminate the lower levels of the trees nearby and the thud noises caused by explosions grow nearer. In mere seconds, the fire spreads across the forest floor, licking at ungrowth and the thick carpet made up of many years worth of fallen leaves, setting them aflame. An evergreen explodes and throws burning sap down into the small clearing and into nearby trees, setting them alight. The floor of the clearing is on fire and so are the woods encircling it.

Suddenly, several grey skinned lanky androgenous figures, each with three eyes like voids, encircled Tharax. The wind seemed to carry a whisper, *You know us as Whispermen, We are also known as the Host.* A pair of grey hands gripped Tharax's shoulders from behind. Then, a long tongue slipped itself around Tharax's neck and began to constrict. The bodies of the other figures distorted, their extemeties becoming far more elongated, their mouths opening like gaping maws full of sharp teeth and their jaws dropping downward. These figures advanced on Tharax as though meaning to devour her with the inferno burning behind them. The figure behind Tharax expanded its jaws to impossible proportions and stuck Tharax's head all the way inside...its long prehensile tongue only serving to help pull Tharax's head inward as though the being was intent on either biting her head off or swallowing her whole.

The scene was rather intense, the creatures standing around her, looming and grasping, the fire suddenly spreading and the creature's tongue wrapped around her neck, it was … disappointing to Tharax's expectations, she was hoping for a fun playmate instead of an animal lashing out, still, her disapproval didn't show on the lazy grin she kept wearing. The grip from tongue did very little to her, as Tharax mentioned before the strength of one's mental ability in this place was their greatest weapon and defence, any pain or threat had to bypass their users capacity, which for Tharax was a whole different league. The fire, on the other hand, had her attention, her eyes lazily watching the fire as the dull grin lingered across her face, her demons danced in those flames as they distracted her from the world around them, but she didn't give anything away beyond the fascination of the flame itself, if either of the two wanted to delve into their minds it would have taken a lot of effort to do so, or at least for Tywll. Tharax dazed by the light ignored the world around it, or at least until her light was slowly blocked out by the large mouth and sharp teeth slowly encompassing her head.

“Well this is rather defensive~,” She said gently clicking her fingers as the world went perfectly still once more, the fire stopping, the creatures freezing in place and Twyll unable to manifest or manipulate the plain of existence they were in for the time being. Tharax casually moved to unwrap the tongue from around her neck, stand and dust herself off. “So are these them? Whispermen? The last fetch seemed to describe them differently, but he was missing a few limbs so it was debatable what he was trying to say” Tharax questioned taking the time to examine the one that had hunched her with its tongue around her neck. “This is the third time now you’ve tried to elude me, have something try to ‘kill’ me in this place. Is it fear that drives you? I tend to find those who lash out and try to be ‘robotic’ are always the ones who have the most fear, unable to embrace their emotions, so they just push it deep down and run from it~” she said observantly as folded her arms. “I mean unless you are trying to fight me in this place?” she said with a bit of a chuckle, easing on her control of the world around them as everything begun to speed up again slowly, enough for Tywylls to carry on her little scene.

The figures around Tharax seemed to dissappear into thin air. However, the fire remained. There was a whisper on the hot wind that said, "Return what you have stolen." Then the slender form of Tywyll Heliwr was standing there in the burning clearing opposite Tharax. She did not say anything to Tharax. Rather there was a loud buzzing sound like a swarm of flying insects that was gone as suddenly as it had manifested. The three black voids that seemed to be Tywyll Heliwr's eyes seemed to penetrate Tharax and Tywyll Heliwr parted her lips as though getting ready to speak.

The buzzing sound returned and a flying stinging insect crawled out of Tywyll Heliwr's mouth onto her lip. The insect flicked its wings before taking fight. Other flying and stinging insects came spewing out of Tywyll Heliwr's mouth and flew at Tharax, swarming her human form and landing on her. Several of them crawled into the human's clothing before they could be brushed off tickling the skin with their tiny feet and piercing her with their stingers. There seemed to be no end to the swarm coming out of Tywyll Heliwr's mouth and flying over to cover Tharax, trying to crawl into her nostrils and inside her ears and always stinging.

Tharax thought she was onto something when Twyll was about to speak, but it seemed that she was playing hard ball, it actually caused her smirk to drop as it was replaced with a look of disappointment and annoyance. Tharax signed as she watched the swarm engulf her, again Twyll seemed to have gone on the defensive, with no real interest in having fun, just lashing out as if she could actually hurt Tharax in this place. Flexing out hands into open palms the swarm of bugs dissipated as a sphere of white light that grew until the world was reset into the vast white void they had started in, “Now-” with a quick whip of her hand Tharax clutched the air, a feeling of tight force kept Tywll tight, constricted in position to stop her from going off again in this feral state, “how about we try and help you relax a little~”.

Whilst Tharax held Twyll in their little conceptual plain of existence, the real Tharax, the one who seemed well adept in multitasking in these little mind games whilst moving through the real world with ease. In the real world, Tharax was gently walking around the bound Fetch, hands gently guiding one hand across her shape and curves, touching what wasn’t hers as if it was, whilst in her other hand dangled a needle.

Tharax bit her bottom lip lightly as she reached over and gently removed the voice scrambler, wondering in a place like this what the effects would be in their mind scape, hypersensitivity in a slower and duller environment? It could have been a game changer, but not as much as the needle tharax slowly begun to push into Twyll’s neck, a hallucinogen, nothing too toxic or life-threatening but a drug to dull her mind and send her to very strange places, to make their play time a little ‘interesting’.

Whatever action that Tywyll Heliwr had intended to take to escape the invisible grasp of Tharax suddenly was for naught when Tharax removed her modified Ulkop Voice Scrambler. A sudden disorienting influx of thoughts, ranging from the most mundane to the closest kept secrets of the community, bombarded Tywyll Heliwr's mind and bled over into the shared reality that they occupied. In fact, a few of Tharax's own thought filtered through into the space. It became clear that Tywyll Heliwr's telepathy was quite powerful but that the Fetch had little control over it.

Add to that the introduction of a hallucinogen designed for a different race into the body and a little more than just the expected happened. The other drug that Tywyll Heliwr took for her condition did not mix well with the drug introduced to her system. Also, the components that made up the hallucinogen were not anything that should ever be given to Tywyll Heliwr's species. The period of Tywyll Heliwr experiencing visions was very short before her body began to convulse in a grand mal seizure set off in her brain. Tywyll Heliwr jerked violently in her restrains, her limbs dislocating in and out of their sockets repeatedly in a disturbing fashion. There was some muffled noise escaping past her gag as her vocal chords vibrated involutarily. Within, their shared mental state, Tywyll Heliwr hung limp in Tharax's grasp, her head lolling to one side like some morbid doll. Tywyll Helliwr's jaw hung loose exposing those small sharp teeth and drool began to dribble out of the side of her mouth.

Tharax was amused by the response she got from removing the filter, simply soaking up information and thoughts from the world around her, still she didn’t have to worry, nothing beyond passive memory, but the possibility of having such a creature placed in the middle of a busy room would have been astounding~ no causal thought would have been safe. However, the more important issue at the moment was the creature’s reaction to the drug and how it seemed to affect her, which caused Tharax to pause, both watching her in the mind scape to her reaction in the real world it was fascinating. Tharax’s smile returned with gusto.

Waiting a second or two Tharax simply stood there as she observed the reaction, assuming by now the only thing supporting Tywll’s side of the Conceptual plain was her passive mental abilities, it left Tharax with a few thoughts she documented the little experiment. “Hmm, interesting~ maybe this might help balance things out a little” Tharax said picking up another needle and jabbing it firmly into Twyll’s side to try and counter it, or at the very least slow the effects, she was spitballing.

Internally once Tharax jabbed her with the needle she firmly planted her hand in the creature's head, a more visual representation of Tharax trying to bust to the other side, to dominate Twyll’s mind and control her body functions. Though she wasn’t foolish enough to drop her own defence, not whilst Twyll was blowing up internally.

When Tharax applied whatever new cocktail she had in that sirenge into Tywyll Heliwr's system, the neuron storm in Tywyll Heliwr's brain had begun to settle down. Tywyll Heliwr's breathing past the gag in her mouth sounded akin to a muffled wheezing death rattle. Her pulse was thready.
Within their shared mental landscape, Tywyll Heliwr still hung limp as a rag doll in Tharax's grasp.

While it could be said that once a door was open, it could be stepped through in either direction, the present mental state in which Tywyll Heliwr was made it most unlikely that she would be doing any of her own exploration through open doors in another's mind. Images distorted by the drugs flashed through Tywyll Heliwr's mind as she tripped so close to dying. There was the image of a cell much like the one where Tywyll Heliwr was originally placed with the thief, though the walls seemed to soften and collapse inward into concave curves, the lamp in the ceiling became some bioluminescent flying insect that flew about the room. The face of the thief began to melt and slough off on one side. The stench from the urine and the offal inside the cell increased tenfold and took on a somewhat sweet smell underneath the putrid bouquet of odors that invited one to take in another sniff through the nose only to experience stomach churning revulsion once again.
There was the memory of a waitress stumbling back into a table screaming and an alien departing the bathroom with guilty thoughts about not washing his hands at a cafe, though that too became distorted. The waitress's extremities became elongated and bent backwards holding up her body off the floor like a crab and her face became an unrecognizable horror. The eyes of the alien departing the bathroom began to melt in their sockets and ooze and run down the cheeks of his face as he continued to make a beeline back to his table as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

There was a memory of Tharax speaking with a familiar looking thief in a crowd on void station but it was only moments before everyone around them began sinking into the floor and screaming. Some could be heard pleading for help and mercy as they found themselves waist or face deep into the floor. There was the terrifying image of an infant screaming and held up in the hands of someone who was sunken elbow deep into the floor that must have been the childling's parent, only their forearms and hands were visible above the floor anymore.

Tharax watched with great amusement at the scenes going on, memories bleeding into the shared space but going horrifically deformed as the drug seemed to manipulate the vissions into horrific monstrosities, was this how her mind worked? Instantly going to the sick and depraved~? It was very entertaining to say the least. The entire thing had Tharax captivated, not even the screaming child shaking her attention as it gave proof to there sociopath tendency, her lack of empathy for it or anything else in this place measured by her interest in what was going on. “My my~ …. What about this then” both Tharax’s aid as she gently ran a finger across her ear, the real her, the one bound and gagged in the twisted bondage before sharply clicking her fingers, testing the reaction of sudden noise had on her sensitive senses.

Things seemed so far away for the drugged Tywyll Heliwr dangling like a doll in Tharax's grip within their shared mental space. Then Tywyll Heliwr's head snapped to one side in a sudden manner and then started to lull over onto her shoulder in a most uncomfortable looking fashion. The direction in which her head had snapped around was the same side of her head where Tharax was clicking her fingers in the cell. Inside the cell, there was no physical movement of Tywyll Heliwr's head because of the paralyzing current sent through her body by the Neural Control Collar. However, there was the sound of a muffled soft moan that passed by the gag in her mouth.

Tharax watched curiously, her mental being holding the head and tenderly stroking it, almost obsessively as Twyll started to fall into the category of Tharax’s pet projects which she grew over compulsive with. Tenderly she ran her hand across her jawline, curious of the muffled noise in the gag as she clicked her fingers again, this time on the other side to gauge another reaction out of her.

With her head still lulled to one side within the mental landscape, Tywyll Heliwr's head snapped to the other side causing her neck to appear contorted in an unnatural way. A strange noise that was somewhat grating began to rise up out of her throat and the string of drool hanging from the corner of her lip dropped off in the burning leaves below her.

Within the cell, a more distorted version of the same sound was coming from her because of the gag. Then the sound stopped as if Tywyll Heliwr had just become aware that she had been making it. Her breaths became short quick and labored again due to the pain of her injuries.

Tharax paused, grinning with a poised smirk as she watched the head jar in another direction, this time in a more frantic fashion as she trailed her fingers over the none physical embodiments of them. Outside Tharax was doing something of the same, hand running across her throat as she kneeled next to her, lips centimeters away from her ears, almost touching as she leant in, enough for Tywll to hear her breathing, curious at how sensitive her hearing was and what reactions she got out of harsh and soft sounds.

Within their shared cognitive experience, Tywyll Heliwr's head drooped down her front while twisted one hundred and sixty degrees leaving her face outwards. Those solid black void like eyes made it impossible to determine how coherent she was though there was the suggestion that all three of them were staring at the woman stroking her head and neck. A low distant whine climbed its way up Tywyll Heliwr's throat.

In the cell, Tywyll Heliwr's nostrils flared and her breaths through her nose increased in speed when Tharax breathed near her ears. That same distant whine muffled by the gag escaped Tywyll Heliwr's throat. Tywyll Heliwr returned to taking short quick gasps against the gag in her mouth.

“Hmm … interesting” she said reaching one hand around to the side of her head and giving her another sharp click through both ears as she moved to stand, the none physical incarnation of the witch slowly letting the creature rest down on the ground before giving the twisted turned head another tender and obsessive stroke, “now~ just one more thing, and I can return you home my sweet” she said softly as she knelt in front of the women, the none physical form disappearing at the conceptual plane of existence they created dissipating into nothing, the transition between it and Twyll’s internal thoughts merging softly with Tharax there. The machine behind her slowly brought out a long thick needle, quietly letting it over above her skin before plunging in as it took a very hefty sample of blood from the women before pulling out with a rather sharp tug.

“There we go~ something to remember you by” She said with a pursed smile as he clicked her fingers as the large door behind her slowly opened with a lurching ‘clank’. Behind her was a group of witches with a cylinder container, inside it floating was Twylls weapon, which was probably looking just as worse for wear as she was. “Wouldn’t want you to leave without your friend~” she said with a sly smirk as she moved rest it against her as the large metal claws of the machine behind her slowly pulled from her body and the bondage locks that kept her in place detached from the floor, still keeping her bound but no longer attached to the floor. “Have the pod sent to the nearest planet, somewhere with a basic society.”

After taking a step back Tharax moved to leave the room as a giant glass chamber moved to engulf Twyll and her weapon celing them inside before everything started to grow insufferably cold as a thick liquid gel oozed into the chamber engulfing her completely, suddenly sending her into a state of shock before a very strong calm as her body seemed to be preserved in some sort of stasis pod keeping her well preserved in the thick fluid. After that was done the chamber was slowly pulled into the floor and made its journey to the cargo bay where it was immediately jettisoned in some sort of escape pod that begun its long journey to the nearest inhabited planet.

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Summary: Tywyll Heliwr awakens to find herself restrained in a different cell with someone other than a thief for company. Tharax has chosen to give Tywyll Heliwr some of her personal attention. While melding with Tywyll Heliwr, Tharax attempts to persuade the fetch to 'get to know her'. After fighting Tharax's advances and defying her both mentally and physically, Tharax launches Tywyll Heliwr out into space. (Note: This log is edited of any portion that would be considered inappropriate for younger audiences in keeping with the PG-13 rating of the site).

Drip, drip, drip … The sound was deafening compared to the silence as small droplets splashed against the damp floor as the thick condensation of the room created the insufferable dripping. The room was muggy, damp and warm and comfortable to be in. Not that Tywll had much choice, after her little escape and trip around the ship she was thrown in maximum security, her arm were bound behind her, stretched high in the air and enclosed by some sort of metal cylinder that kept her fingers from moving, her body hunched forward with her knees bent and spread, a metal contraption to keep her body in place and her eyes and mouth tightly bound by some sort of metal lock that kept her jaw clenched around a rubber gang like object as huge beams of light shone down at the open space around her only adding to this discomforting heat.

What was most unusual was the intense feeling of gravity in the middle of the room, nothing lethal but enough to make movement a struggle, no doubt secluded just to this room. To top it all off there was a thick Neural Control Collor clamped around her neck, and large machine looming behind her, one long arm with a metal ball on the end with around 10 long multi jointed arms that ended in long needles that pierced her body, like acupuncture designed to immobilise her pressure points, every now and then changing depending on her shuffles and movement to keep her body lax.

This was overkill, even for Tywll this intense secure holding looked and felt as if it was for something much stronger and more volatile, or someone … With the young Fech bound in unreasonable restraint, the world around her remained still, still enough with the exception of the drop of water every minute or so. It was hard to gauge how long she’d been like this, an hour? Several? A day? Time seemed so still with a distinct lack of sense, but there was a point where the temperature of the room begun to drop and the heat of the lights and the discomfort of the damp hot air seemed to ease. Around her in utter silence a black creeping mass had begun to spread across the walls, engulfing everything in its path until the entire room was a black void, then suddenly, the endless stretch of darkness was filled with a million eyes, large and small, each beading and glaring as their narrow pupils stared at the Fetch in silence for a few seconds only to simultaneously close, disappear and with it the darkness.

As the room returned to normal and Twyll’s consciousness begun to slip again she found herself in a sense of ease, in a calm and safer place where she was no longer bound with huge needles poking in her, an endless white space that felt so at home and so natural … or at least it was until she’d notice the figure sat cross legged in front of her. At first glance it seemed like some sort of condensed black mass, burning ‘smoke’ and constantly out of focus. After a second or two it seemed to take form as a women, a pail women in tight black clothing and a un-hinged smile and wide snake like eyes, legs crossed and tight just under her elbows as if she’d been waiting for Tywll to arrive.
“Do you hear the Whispermen
the Whisper men are near
If you hear the Whispermen
then turn away your ear
Do not hear the Whispermen
Whatever else you do
for once you've heard the Whispermen
they'll stop and look at you.~”

The women said under her breath as Twyll’s consciousness and attention began to form in this world.

A rhyme whispered by adults to children to frighten them into behaving and then passed from chlid to child in order to scare one another for thrills; Tywyll Heliwr knew the rhyme well. It was about her people and oftentimes it was her own people who spread it to keep it in circulation. Spectres, the name for Fetches who chose the dark path, would infuse that rhyme with true horror, lending credence to all the dark rumors about Fetch.

There was momentary confusion though no fear or anger experienced by Tywyll Heliwr. Her consciousness was one of great intelligence fogged over by pain whenever she slipped back into wakefullness. Now Tywyll Heliwr was sure that she was not experiencing being in a different room somewhere other than a cell. Tywyll Heliwr was too comfortable for someone who had a cracked sternum, that was slipping into shock. She hazarded an inference that she could be having a fever dream, then observed how lucid the dream seemed. Tywyll Heliwr had the sense the woman at which she was looking was an intelligence seperate from her own. Dream or no dream, Tywyll Heliwr decided she would speak to the woman as though she were a seperate person. Tywyll Heliwr thought to herself, *I have no time for children's rhymes, I slip deeper into shock. I need to treat myself with medicine from my pack because it has right keys. Other medicines may kill me.*

Tywyll Heliwr imagined speaking to the woman and murmured, *Who are you? Why do you invade my privacy?*

The women remained silent, grinning at her for a minute or two before a snicker tilted her smile, arching her back and lowering her knees as the back of her hands rested against them as she bit her bottom lip with excitement. “Dont worry~ you’re being looked after well enough” The women said, not having to project to communicate with Tywll as she spent another second or two snickering at her. “Who am I to invade your privacy? Who are you to invade my ship? You’ve caused me a lot of trouble, you even killed someone.” the women said glancing down at the space between where the two sat, a dead young creature curled up in a black mess, it looked like a baby. “Not even able to enjoy their first breath before being taken from us … that’s what would happen when you cause power fluctuations through the ship … and its medical centres” The women said, her grin not even lowering for a second as she stared down at the dead creature between them that seemed to have just appeared out of nowhere.

Tywyll Heliwr raised an eyebrow and projected to the woman, *Oh, I did not invade your ship. If this is your ship, then you know that I was taken from Void station by someone you know and thrown in a cell with a thief. I did not cause power fluctuation throughout ship. I have killed no one. In fact, I met one of your experiments when I tried to retrieve my things. He tried to kill and eat me. I would have to say that Mr. Vladislous D. Tipish killed quite a number of your crew while attempting to kill me. Do not lay the deeds of others at my feet. If you are having power fluctuation, then look elsewhere. You may have serious problem that needs fixing. In meantime, I would prefer that you were not in my head.*

The women stare gently moved back to Tywll as her grin perked a centimetre higher, her eyes still lazy and quarter lidded as the two made eye contact, the dead creature between the two of them gone from the empty white space. “So defensive … is making up stories like this how you justify what you do?” Tharax said as her head tilted gently to the right, pausing as Twyll talked ‘at’ her. “My dog? He killed no one, you, on the other hand, caused system confusion through my ship, activating protocol alarms on decks B through Y, across medical, sciences and storage-” At this point Tharax’s voice sounded more robotic, echoing around them like a system computer reading out a report, no doubt what she was mimicking before her natural voice returned. “The feedback loop caused a fluctuation through each deck through 10 difference system faults … 4000 to the power of ten that all 10 would fail and cause feed back like that, feedback that friend that pore creature alive inside its mother … Almost like it was fate…” the tone on the women's lip was one of bemusement as she studied the Fetch. “But I guess you don't have children … no younger siblings or family younger than yourself” she said with a bemused wicked tone, wicked because their story she’d fed her was a lie, not that Twyll would be able to tell, the women didn’t earn the title of ‘deserver’ without being best at what she could do. “Besides~ We’re not in your head,” she said lifting her head and looking down her nose at her with a smirk as if she knew a dirty secret that Tywll didn’t.

Without so much as a ripple of feeling, Tywyll Heliwr projected to the woman, *I have no need to defend or justify any of my actions. I am not on trial here and you are no judge.* Tywyll Heliwr did her best to read the tone of the other woman's thought like someone might pick up the tone of a writer in a piece of written work. Tywyll Heliwr projected again to the woman, *I would infer otherwise. This conversation can not be happening elsewhere when my body feels no pain after suffering such injury and I find myself in clean clothes without so much as bruise on my person.*

Tywll’s logical assumption seemed to greatly please the women, her smug attitude at the ignorance of others, normally she littered herself with those who had rather in depth understanding of the force, and even then they were sceptical of her abilities … now she had someone who’d truly appreciate the impossible she could create with her power. “I’m sure there Naboolian bunk lizards who’d argue that you and everything you are is ‘impossible’. Don't assume to know what is and isn’t possible in the galaxy, especially with what is possible with the force.” the women said, lecturing Tywll on her preconception of logic and possibility.

“And we are~” she said with that smug tone again, seeming to hold a stiffened giggle between her teeth. “I like to call this the ‘conceptual plain of existence’”, a mental space of existence created by two telepaths when their minds are joined, this is neither my head nor yours, rather something we share together. The Jedi call this mind melding, but being able to project yourself into this space is of my design~” she said with a softer tone as her head tilted back. “Here we are gods of our own world, in here we can do anything our imagination desire, as a natural telepath this bond phenomenally clear and strong. I’ve never been able to create a conceptual plain of existence this clear with someone I’ve just met before, the last was a Shard collective so this is very fasinating~” The women carried on, seeming unfazed or simply uncaring of the news she’d given Tywll moments before, probably showing her own lie for what it was.

Tywyll Heliwr raised both her eyebrows and sent the thought, *So my inference was close. I do not believe in impossible thing, only improbable. Inference is more like....how you say....hypothesis. Is guess that you make and then seek to find out if it is right.* Tywyll Heliwr shook her head before continuing her thought, *We have sayng, 'Do not teach your Grandmother to suck eggs.'*

This thought is delivered with no signs of irritation on Tywyll Heliwr's part at all. In fact, Tywyll Heliwr seems to relay things in a rather matter of fact way while maintaining an emotional flatline. Tywyll Heliwr continued, *I might have found correspondence interesting...if I had invited it. As it stands, I would prefer that we ended this meld and I was returned to Void Station.*

Tharax grinned, bouncing a little as she sat, seemingly pleased by Tywyll and her reaction, she was fun and an intellectual, these people entertained Tharax to no end. “Oh you are one of the fun ones~ deep thinkers and logical reasoners” she said pursing her lips as she calmed her smile for a moment as she pulled her knees in close and brought them to her chest as she licked her bottom lip softly. “Well sadly my advisor say you are a threat and we had to be sure that you were secure … Fetch’s are slippery creatures~ I’ve only ever met one before, so having the time to sit down and talk with a second was not an opportunity to miss~” she said with another little bounce. “Also that is unfortunate because you are my prisoner~ I mean as you elegantly put the actions of others variables dont reflect on you, and me actions of one of my people wasn’t a reflection on myself. But she’s a good girl, maybe she just thought i’d find you entertaining? Your kind is so rare, it not everyday you get to meet a ‘whisperman’” she joked with a grin as the world around them started to turn a darker shade as her head gently twitched to the side. Tharax’s pull on Tywyll was strong, a lot of variables where keeping her in this place but the most potent was Tharax’s power, it was daunting how strong she was, able to trap Tywyll in this place, even with her telepathic ability. "but whilst we are here how about we have some fun~ I know so little about you, and we can have so much fun in this place." she said clapping her hands above her head with a gentle tap as the room grew darker and a eclipsed sun begun to rise over head as Tharax formated the world they both resided in.

Tywyll Heliwr stood there and watched the other woman play architect. Being a powerful telepath herself, Tywyll Heliwr was no stanger to mental landscapes and how to manipulate or move within them. Tywyll Heliwr did not seem disturbed by the sudden darker atmosphere and she took this moment to find out something about the woman constructing their mental environment from the environment itself.

“Oh come on~ have fun, very few people share this interest, in here we are gods! The only limit our own imagination, c’mon it’s half of your intimation too~” she said willing to coach her friend on to play her little games, it was hard to find someone willing and skilled enough to take part, normally people just cried and played stubborn, but at least this one seemed to take the time to take it all in. “surely you must have some imagination to you?”

Tywyll Heliwr seemed to consider the woman's words and she walk across the darkened area to look up at the sky. Tywyll Heliwr looked back at Tharax for a moment before turning her attention to the sky again.She held out her arms as though she was about to catch something. Then with a tremendous act of Will, Tywyll Heliwr attempted to change Tharax into the eclipsed sun and the eclipsed sun into a person with its own conciousness.

The women grinned as she watched Tywyll take a stand and gain some distance between the two, only to try and turn the tables on Tharax by forming her into the eclipsed sun. Tharax seemed fairly unchanged to begin with, staring up at her and wide and unnerving smile before it suddenly dropped as her body gave a sharp twitch, “ah-...” suddenly Tharax's skin begun to turn a dark grey and expand in a rather painful and horrific fashion as she indeed begun to turn into a much smaller and manageable version of the eclipsed sun and the sun turned into a large floating humans creature, simply floating in the atmosphere. It was quite the thing to behold, it felt so real and yet was all in the shared mindspace of the two telepaths. Before Tywyll could have a chance to really enjoy the scene there was a whistle that echoed from behind her as the pale women stepped out from nowhere, arms folded and a bemused smile on her face “Very nice~ but unfortunately your power only extends to the world around you, not the individuals inside. Everything you to do here is limited to my resistance, my mental capacity pushing against yours~.” she pursed her lips as Tharax took a few steps back and flexed her hands, the world around them slowly turning into a huge city scape, a beautiful and gothic scene of architecture with hundreds of levels and millions of building spanning up to the newly formed sky.

*Do you really think that I do not know this? The same is true for you as well. Again, do not teach your grandmother to suck eggs.* Tywyll Heliwr sent to Tharax.

Tywyll Heliwr began to float and then disappeared and reappeared on the shoulder of the larger being in the sky. Tywyll Heliwr projected to the being, *Shall we go for a walk in the city. I think the woman below might like to come along for the ride. Why not pick her up?* The huge being turned its head and two large orblike eyes looked at Tharax. Its great arm descended from the sky and made to pick Tharax up.

“Well I mean you did try to turn me into a sun~,” she said quietly turning around to see Tywyll had gone, though she knew exactly where she’d decided to go, it was just a ‘feeling’ one would have had over the other. “But don’t pretend that your experience makes you stronger” she said quietly lifting her hand as everything froze in place, the entire mental simulation halted in its tracks as Tharax flex her mental capacity, after all, she wasn’t just a Master of the Sith, she was THE master of the Sith, her mental capacity was powerful and her ability in the force was frightening, especially in a place where mental capacity was the route to all power and she wasn’t going to let this Fetch take control of her little play date. “Come on now let’s not start breaking our toys~” With a click of her fingers the scene changed, the two were sat in a lavish cosy room, three walls and a floor overlooking what looked like the creation of a black hole in a sped up state. “How about something a little more sophisticated, give us a chance to get to know each other” The women stated, trying to sound accommodating though in truth she was keeping her friend on a very short leash.

Tywyll Heliwr regarded Tharax for a moment and sent the thought, *everything that happens here is...just pretending. One moment, you say to me that there are no limits....no boundaries...everything is possible here...everything permitted. Now you tell me that this is not so...that you can make things not possible here.* Tywyll Heliwr's brow winkled and she shook her head. She continued, *because I am not in your mind but in shared mental state, I am not helpless.* Tywyll Heliwr looked out at the growing gaping maw of the singularity in their shared mental state and she willed it to shift into a zero point singularity. Everything began to be pulled into the hungry aperture and crushed down by the unyielding gravity.

“Well pretend as you want it to be~” Tharax said with a soft sign, “but you’re right, what host would I be bringing you to this place if I didn’t let you splurge and indulge yourself” she said with a grin that began to slowly stretch as the two and the room they were settled in began to fall into the heart of the singularity, the two of them stretched for miles until all light and colour faded away. The next thing the two new they were sat in a forest, monitored on a screen watching themselves before the focus moved in through the screen as their perception returned back to first person. “besides I am stronger, much stronger compared to you~ even with your limited understanding of the force even in this place you are still my prisoner.

The wind kicked up scattering a plethora of leaves across the forest floor and the sky became overcast. A look overhead would reveal that the decrease in daylight was not due to gathering clouds but a thickening of the canopy overhead. Scanning the forest around the area, one could see that it had been transformed into a sea of thick old growth trees, whose trunks one person could not wrap their arms round. The breeze began to build and the sound of the leaves rustling in the wind seemed to carry a thousand whispers.

Tywyll Heliwr seems to have disappeared into thin air. The whispers build to a distant and muffled crescendo before coming to a sudden stop. The wind has stopped as well and the whole wood had grown quite and still. Slight shadows that might be humanoid in form seem to slip through the trees in the peripheral vision of the eye but there is nothing there when one tries to fix their focus on the apparitions.
There begins to be the scent of smoke in the air that tickles the throat and causes one to want to cough. Following the smell of smoke is the sudden chorus of the cry of birds and the flapping of their wings overhead. Other ground bound wild life now and then make their presence known to dash by in the same direction in which the birds flew. Then an abundance of smaller vermin scampered across the ground like a wave, moving in the direction of the other wildlife in great haste. The smell of smoke built and now black clouds began to inch their way between the trees accompanied by a crackling noise and thud noises in the distance that could be far way explosions.

Tharax sat quietly in the large opening her eyes curiously watching the enviroment change, the mysterious figures, the wave of creatures and the oncoming wildfire. She wasn’t sure what to make of it, was this the girls concept of fear? Was she trying to peer into her own fears? Was that the point of the wild fire? The faceless creatures? Tharax watched curiously, so very few ever took this bold of a step, always being the victim and never the scene making these little playdates borning. Tharax crossed her legs, hooking her knees between her elbows and resting her chin against her arm quietly as she watched with great interest … but she wasn’t going to just let her have too much fun. “Well~ you’re more proactive than the other fetch for sure” she said with a wide toothy grin.

There is a whisper blown in on a gust of hot wind that says, *We know who you are.* The heat begins to build in the area to an uncomfortable degree. A red orange light starts to illuminate the lower levels of the trees nearby and the thud noises caused by explosions grow nearer. In mere seconds, the fire spreads across the forest floor, licking at ungrowth and the thick carpet made up of many years worth of fallen leaves, setting them aflame. An evergreen explodes and throws burning sap down into the small clearing and into nearby trees, setting them alight. The floor of the clearing is on fire and so are the woods encircling it.

Suddenly, several grey skinned lanky androgenous figures, each with three eyes like voids, encircled Tharax. The wind seemed to carry a whisper, *You know us as Whispermen, We are also known as the Host.* A pair of grey hands gripped Tharax's shoulders from behind. Then, a long tongue slipped itself around Tharax's neck and began to constrict. The bodies of the other figures distorted, their extemeties becoming far more elongated, their mouths opening like gaping maws full of sharp teeth and their jaws dropping downward. These figures advanced on Tharax as though meaning to devour her with the inferno burning behind them. The figure behind Tharax expanded its jaws to impossible proportions and stuck Tharax's head all the way inside...its long prehensile tongue only serving to help pull Tharax's head inward as though the being was intent on either biting her head off or swallowing her whole.

The scene was rather intense, the creatures standing around her, looming and grasping, the fire suddenly spreading and the creature's tongue wrapped around her neck, it was … disappointing to Tharax's expectations, she was hoping for a fun playmate instead of an animal lashing out, still, her disapproval didn't show on the lazy grin she kept wearing. The grip from tongue did very little to her, as Tharax mentioned before the strength of one's mental ability in this place was their greatest weapon and defence, any pain or threat had to bypass their users capacity, which for Tharax was a whole different league. The fire, on the other hand, had her attention, her eyes lazily watching the fire as the dull grin lingered across her face, her demons danced in those flames as they distracted her from the world around them, but she didn't give anything away beyond the fascination of the flame itself, if either of the two wanted to delve into their minds it would have taken a lot of effort to do so, or at least for Tywll. Tharax dazed by the light ignored the world around it, or at least until her light was slowly blocked out by the large mouth and sharp teeth slowly encompassing her head.

“Well this is rather defensive~,” She said gently clicking her fingers as the world went perfectly still once more, the fire stopping, the creatures freezing in place and Twyll unable to manifest or manipulate the plain of existence they were in for the time being. Tharax casually moved to unwrap the tongue from around her neck, stand and dust herself off. “So are these them? Whispermen? The last fetch seemed to describe them differently, but he was missing a few limbs so it was debatable what he was trying to say” Tharax questioned taking the time to examine the one that had hunched her with its tongue around her neck. “This is the third time now you’ve tried to elude me, have something try to ‘kill’ me in this place. Is it fear that drives you? I tend to find those who lash out and try to be ‘robotic’ are always the ones who have the most fear, unable to embrace their emotions, so they just push it deep down and run from it~” she said observantly as folded her arms. “I mean unless you are trying to fight me in this place?” she said with a bit of a chuckle, easing on her control of the world around them as everything begun to speed up again slowly, enough for Tywylls to carry on her little scene.

The figures around Tharax seemed to dissappear into thin air. However, the fire remained. There was a whisper on the hot wind that said, "Return what you have stolen." Then the slender form of Tywyll Heliwr was standing there in the burning clearing opposite Tharax. She did not say anything to Tharax. Rather there was a loud buzzing sound like a swarm of flying insects that was gone as suddenly as it had manifested. The three black voids that seemed to be Tywyll Heliwr's eyes seemed to penetrate Tharax and Tywyll Heliwr parted her lips as though getting ready to speak.

The buzzing sound returned and a flying stinging insect crawled out of Tywyll Heliwr's mouth onto her lip. The insect flicked its wings before taking fight. Other flying and stinging insects came spewing out of Tywyll Heliwr's mouth and flew at Tharax, swarming her human form and landing on her. Several of them crawled into the human's clothing before they could be brushed off tickling the skin with their tiny feet and piercing her with their stingers. There seemed to be no end to the swarm coming out of Tywyll Heliwr's mouth and flying over to cover Tharax, trying to crawl into her nostrils and inside her ears and always stinging.

Tharax thought she was onto something when Twyll was about to speak, but it seemed that she was playing hard ball, it actually caused her smirk to drop as it was replaced with a look of disappointment and annoyance. Tharax signed as she watched the swarm engulf her, again Twyll seemed to have gone on the defensive, with no real interest in having fun, just lashing out as if she could actually hurt Tharax in this place. Flexing out hands into open palms the swarm of bugs dissipated as a sphere of white light that grew until the world was reset into the vast white void they had started in, “Now-” with a quick whip of her hand Tharax clutched the air, a feeling of tight force kept Tywll tight, constricted in position to stop her from going off again in this feral state, “how about we try and help you relax a little~”.

Whilst Tharax held Twyll in their little conceptual plain of existence, the real Tharax, the one who seemed well adept in multitasking in these little mind games whilst moving through the real world with ease. In the real world, Tharax was gently walking around the bound Fetch, hands gently guiding one hand across her shape and curves, touching what wasn’t hers as if it was, whilst in her other hand dangled a needle.

Tharax bit her bottom lip lightly as she reached over and gently removed the voice scrambler, wondering in a place like this what the effects would be in their mind scape, hypersensitivity in a slower and duller environment? It could have been a game changer, but not as much as the needle tharax slowly begun to push into Twyll’s neck, a hallucinogen, nothing too toxic or life-threatening but a drug to dull her mind and send her to very strange places, to make their play time a little ‘interesting’.

Whatever action that Tywyll Heliwr had intended to take to escape the invisible grasp of Tharax suddenly was for naught when Tharax removed her modified Ulkop Voice Scrambler. A sudden disorienting influx of thoughts, ranging from the most mundane to the closest kept secrets of the community, bombarded Tywyll Heliwr's mind and bled over into the shared reality that they occupied. In fact, a few of Tharax's own thought filtered through into the space. It became clear that Tywyll Heliwr's telepathy was quite powerful but that the Fetch had little control over it.

Add to that the introduction of a hallucinogen designed for a different race into the body and a little more than just the expected happened. The other drug that Tywyll Heliwr took for her condition did not mix well with the drug introduced to her system. Also, the components that made up the hallucinogen were not anything that should ever be given to Tywyll Heliwr's species. The period of Tywyll Heliwr experiencing visions was very short before her body began to convulse in a grand mal seizure set off in her brain. Tywyll Heliwr jerked violently in her restrains, her limbs dislocating in and out of their sockets repeatedly in a disturbing fashion. There was some muffled noise escaping past her gag as her vocal chords vibrated involutarily. Within, their shared mental state, Tywyll Heliwr hung limp in Tharax's grasp, her head lolling to one side like some morbid doll. Tywyll Helliwr's jaw hung loose exposing those small sharp teeth and drool began to dribble out of the side of her mouth.

Tharax was amused by the response she got from removing the filter, simply soaking up information and thoughts from the world around her, still she didn’t have to worry, nothing beyond passive memory, but the possibility of having such a creature placed in the middle of a busy room would have been astounding~ no causal thought would have been safe. However, the more important issue at the moment was the creature’s reaction to the drug and how it seemed to affect her, which caused Tharax to pause, both watching her in the mind scape to her reaction in the real world it was fascinating. Tharax’s smile returned with gusto.

Waiting a second or two Tharax simply stood there as she observed the reaction, assuming by now the only thing supporting Tywll’s side of the Conceptual plain was her passive mental abilities, it left Tharax with a few thoughts she documented the little experiment. “Hmm, interesting~ maybe this might help balance things out a little” Tharax said picking up another needle and jabbing it firmly into Twyll’s side to try and counter it, or at the very least slow the effects, she was spitballing.

Internally once Tharax jabbed her with the needle she firmly planted her hand in the creature's head, a more visual representation of Tharax trying to bust to the other side, to dominate Twyll’s mind and control her body functions. Though she wasn’t foolish enough to drop her own defence, not whilst Twyll was blowing up internally.

When Tharax applied whatever new cocktail she had in that sirenge into Tywyll Heliwr's system, the neuron storm in Tywyll Heliwr's brain had begun to settle down. Tywyll Heliwr's breathing past the gag in her mouth sounded akin to a muffled wheezing death rattle. Her pulse was thready.
Within their shared mental landscape, Tywyll Heliwr still hung limp as a rag doll in Tharax's grasp.

While it could be said that once a door was open, it could be stepped through in either direction, the present mental state in which Tywyll Heliwr was made it most unlikely that she would be doing any of her own exploration through open doors in another's mind. Images distorted by the drugs flashed through Tywyll Heliwr's mind as she tripped so close to dying. There was the image of a cell much like the one where Tywyll Heliwr was originally placed with the thief, though the walls seemed to soften and collapse inward into concave curves, the lamp in the ceiling became some bioluminescent flying insect that flew about the room. The face of the thief began to melt and slough off on one side. The stench from the urine and the offal inside the cell increased tenfold and took on a somewhat sweet smell underneath the putrid bouquet of odors that invited one to take in another sniff through the nose only to experience stomach churning revulsion once again.
There was the memory of a waitress stumbling back into a table screaming and an alien departing the bathroom with guilty thoughts about not washing his hands at a cafe, though that too became distorted. The waitress's extremities became elongated and bent backwards holding up her body off the floor like a crab and her face became an unrecognizable horror. The eyes of the alien departing the bathroom began to melt in their sockets and ooze and run down the cheeks of his face as he continued to make a beeline back to his table as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

There was a memory of Tharax speaking with a familiar looking thief in a crowd on void station but it was only moments before everyone around them began sinking into the floor and screaming. Some could be heard pleading for help and mercy as they found themselves waist or face deep into the floor. There was the terrifying image of an infant screaming and held up in the hands of someone who was sunken elbow deep into the floor that must have been the childling's parent, only their forearms and hands were visible above the floor anymore.

Tharax watched with great amusement at the scenes going on, memories bleeding into the shared space but going horrifically deformed as the drug seemed to manipulate the vissions into horrific monstrosities, was this how her mind worked? Instantly going to the sick and depraved~? It was very entertaining to say the least. The entire thing had Tharax captivated, not even the screaming child shaking her attention as it gave proof to there sociopath tendency, her lack of empathy for it or anything else in this place measured by her interest in what was going on. “My my~ …. What about this then” both Tharax’s aid as she gently ran a finger across her ear, the real her, the one bound and gagged in the twisted bondage before sharply clicking her fingers, testing the reaction of sudden noise had on her sensitive senses.

Things seemed so far away for the drugged Tywyll Heliwr dangling like a doll in Tharax's grip within their shared mental space. Then Tywyll Heliwr's head snapped to one side in a sudden manner and then started to lull over onto her shoulder in a most uncomfortable looking fashion. The direction in which her head had snapped around was the same side of her head where Tharax was clicking her fingers in the cell. Inside the cell, there was no physical movement of Tywyll Heliwr's head because of the paralyzing current sent through her body by the Neural Control Collar. However, there was the sound of a muffled soft moan that passed by the gag in her mouth.

Tharax watched curiously, her mental being holding the head and tenderly stroking it, almost obsessively as Twyll started to fall into the category of Tharax’s pet projects which she grew over compulsive with. Tenderly she ran her hand across her jawline, curious of the muffled noise in the gag as she clicked her fingers again, this time on the other side to gauge another reaction out of her.

With her head still lulled to one side within the mental landscape, Tywyll Heliwr's head snapped to the other side causing her neck to appear contorted in an unnatural way. A strange noise that was somewhat grating began to rise up out of her throat and the string of drool hanging from the corner of her lip dropped off in the burning leaves below her.

Within the cell, a more distorted version of the same sound was coming from her because of the gag. Then the sound stopped as if Tywyll Heliwr had just become aware that she had been making it. Her breaths became short quick and labored again due to the pain of her injuries.

Tharax paused, grinning with a poised smirk as she watched the head jar in another direction, this time in a more frantic fashion as she trailed her fingers over the none physical embodiments of them. Outside Tharax was doing something of the same, hand running across her throat as she kneeled next to her, lips centimeters away from her ears, almost touching as she leant in, enough for Tywll to hear her breathing, curious at how sensitive her hearing was and what reactions she got out of harsh and soft sounds.

Within their shared cognitive experience, Tywyll Heliwr's head drooped down her front while twisted one hundred and sixty degrees leaving her face outwards. Those solid black void like eyes made it impossible to determine how coherent she was though there was the suggestion that all three of them were staring at the woman stroking her head and neck. A low distant whine climbed its way up Tywyll Heliwr's throat.

In the cell, Tywyll Heliwr's nostrils flared and her breaths through her nose increased in speed when Tharax breathed near her ears. That same distant whine muffled by the gag escaped Tywyll Heliwr's throat. Tywyll Heliwr returned to taking short quick gasps against the gag in her mouth.

“Hmm … interesting” she said reaching one hand around to the side of her head and giving her another sharp click through both ears as she moved to stand, the none physical incarnation of the witch slowly letting the creature rest down on the ground before giving the twisted turned head another tender and obsessive stroke, “now~ just one more thing, and I can return you home my sweet” she said softly as she knelt in front of the women, the none physical form disappearing at the conceptual plane of existence they created dissipating into nothing, the transition between it and Twyll’s internal thoughts merging softly with Tharax there. The machine behind her slowly brought out a long thick needle, quietly letting it over above her skin before plunging in as it took a very hefty sample of blood from the women before pulling out with a rather sharp tug.

“There we go~ something to remember you by” She said with a pursed smile as he clicked her fingers as the large door behind her slowly opened with a lurching ‘clank’. Behind her was a group of witches with a cylinder container, inside it floating was Twylls weapon, which was probably looking just as worse for wear as she was. “Wouldn’t want you to leave without your friend~” she said with a sly smirk as she moved rest it against her as the large metal claws of the machine behind her slowly pulled from her body and the bondage locks that kept her in place detached from the floor, still keeping her bound but no longer attached to the floor. “Have the pod sent to the nearest planet, somewhere with a basic society.”

After taking a step back Tharax moved to leave the room as a giant glass chamber moved to engulf Twyll and her weapon celing them inside before everything started to grow insufferably cold as a thick liquid gel oozed into the chamber engulfing her completely, suddenly sending her into a state of shock before a very strong calm as her body seemed to be preserved in some sort of stasis pod keeping her well preserved in the thick fluid. After that was done the chamber was slowly pulled into the floor and made its journey to the cargo bay where it was immediately jettisoned in some sort of escape pod that begun its long journey to the nearest inhabited planet.