Post by Brownie on Feb 25, 2017 16:02:24 GMT -5
rambling as a combo prompt write thingymado
I was just going through some prompts and a few of them seemed funny to put together, so I did.
- A thief who doesn't steal
- A mindreader who meets another mindreader
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I guess you can call me a criminal, although I never steal anything. Well, never for long anyways. You see, I can read minds. It’s not as great an ability as many people make it out to be. Most people’s thoughts are boring: cute girls, house payments, hotdogs.
So sometimes I like to lead them on a little fun. I can steal a purse or a wallet, follow them until they realize it’s missing, and then watch how they react. Both watching their reaction and their thoughts. Some of them panic, others start going methodological search back when they think they had the item last. I wait until I get bored, then give it back, saying how I ‘found’ it for them. Sometimes I even get a reward.
So you can call me a criminal, but technically I don’t really steal anything. It’s really just for the laughs.
That is, until I pickpocketed her.
She was an obvious target: high heels, pinned hair, trailing perfume in her wake. Her purse was practically inviting sneaky hands. There was nary a zipper or button on it to hold it closed, and so hung open like a dragon’s maw. But this dragon held plenty of treasures. I fell into step behind her.
I didn’t like to follow for too long, because even half a block could trigger suspicions if they were jumpy. However, I did like to follow for a little bit, just enough so they let their guard down. Then I touched their mind, waiting for that moment when they were distracted for something else. It always worked.
I lowered the box around my thoughts. I had to protect myself from the others somehow; having hundreds of people’s thoughts screamed at you with no protection is both confusing and painful, as I quickly learned. Now I had a few layers of protection around my own mind, and in order to touch someone else’s thoughts all I had to do was think of them.
So that’s what I did. I thought of the lady in the heels and perfume and voila, there they were.
--doesn’t even notice how green makes her look fat.
Bingo. I followed a few more steps, waiting, watching, listening. Come on, just a little more, I thought.
It was like talking to a mirror. I heard all my thoughts twice, like they were reflected back on me. What-what the-the hell-hell.
She stopped. I didn’t.
I tripped, but she caught my arm and held me painfully up. I heard her voice twice too, once in my mind and once, louder, in my ears. “So you’re one of them too, now aren’t you darling?”
I was just going through some prompts and a few of them seemed funny to put together, so I did.
- A thief who doesn't steal
- A mindreader who meets another mindreader
---
I guess you can call me a criminal, although I never steal anything. Well, never for long anyways. You see, I can read minds. It’s not as great an ability as many people make it out to be. Most people’s thoughts are boring: cute girls, house payments, hotdogs.
So sometimes I like to lead them on a little fun. I can steal a purse or a wallet, follow them until they realize it’s missing, and then watch how they react. Both watching their reaction and their thoughts. Some of them panic, others start going methodological search back when they think they had the item last. I wait until I get bored, then give it back, saying how I ‘found’ it for them. Sometimes I even get a reward.
So you can call me a criminal, but technically I don’t really steal anything. It’s really just for the laughs.
That is, until I pickpocketed her.
She was an obvious target: high heels, pinned hair, trailing perfume in her wake. Her purse was practically inviting sneaky hands. There was nary a zipper or button on it to hold it closed, and so hung open like a dragon’s maw. But this dragon held plenty of treasures. I fell into step behind her.
I didn’t like to follow for too long, because even half a block could trigger suspicions if they were jumpy. However, I did like to follow for a little bit, just enough so they let their guard down. Then I touched their mind, waiting for that moment when they were distracted for something else. It always worked.
I lowered the box around my thoughts. I had to protect myself from the others somehow; having hundreds of people’s thoughts screamed at you with no protection is both confusing and painful, as I quickly learned. Now I had a few layers of protection around my own mind, and in order to touch someone else’s thoughts all I had to do was think of them.
So that’s what I did. I thought of the lady in the heels and perfume and voila, there they were.
--doesn’t even notice how green makes her look fat.
Bingo. I followed a few more steps, waiting, watching, listening. Come on, just a little more, I thought.
It was like talking to a mirror. I heard all my thoughts twice, like they were reflected back on me. What-what the-the hell-hell.
She stopped. I didn’t.
I tripped, but she caught my arm and held me painfully up. I heard her voice twice too, once in my mind and once, louder, in my ears. “So you’re one of them too, now aren’t you darling?”
I find it very cool.