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The injection brings his senses to a jittery, useless sort of energy, all awake at once with nowhere to go. And he can see and feel magical energies as though he'd put the Sight on himself, but everything is so nervous, so agitated, he can't quite focus.
While the drug certainly took effect, it seems Miach's mind is a bit more formidable than his captor would like. Oh well, just means it will take longer to bend him to her will.
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So that was what it was all about... The Sight.
Even as the sensation overtook his senses, Miach remembered the first time he had realized the universe wasn't as it had seemed a moment before. There was something else, something truer just beyond, if only you could reach it. It was a sensation like no other, intoxicating and frightening in many ways. No surprise the Sleepers got hooked to it real fast. However it was done...
The Enchanter hadn't lost his mind, though, and in the myriad of magical energies surrounding him, he can see his own. Still alive, still shaping the world around him. All was not lost. Not yet. So long as he's still alive, an opportunity will show eventually.
"So... True. Real. Genuine."
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"Is that so, fucker?" she asks, monitoring her new patient while she contemplates whatever her next move might be. Or perhaps her next move is simply to stare at his misery.
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Miach was tempting to let himself get drown in the pleasant sea of magical energies surrounding oneself, and seek the succor of a retreat inside oneself. It felt so easy, it would be so comfortable. As a matter of fact, he knew that he wouldn't be able to resist much longer if he didn't distract himself from it. He tried to focus on the voice of his captor, the woman that now had his life in her hands. Retreat wasn't likely to get him to live.
"Oh... yes... don't you know..." he said, his voice slurring from the elation he felt.
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In Miach's eyes he can see the specks of power in the girl's aura, settling and shining identifying her as a magic user; once again. This is the same image that he saw when he first woke up, though it was fading, but now with a new dose he can also see the darker specks that seem to echo with the original flecks. Raining down like an after image.
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Even the woman's aura was beautiful. It should have been sickening, but it wasn't. It was vibrant, it was colorful, it was alive. High as he felt, Miach found beauty in everything, and that was one of the thing that kept him from falling into a pit of despair. So long as there's life, there's Hope. It had now become a mantra more than ever before, but it was no less true.
"You... do... know... its beauty... its purity..." it was hard but the Enchanter tried to look into the woman's gaze, wondering what might happen in her mind to do such things. Even if they felt good now.
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For a moment the girl stops and just Kicks at him. No real desire to hit him in the motion, she just wanted to see him flinch then there was a sort of tapping and another gun found her hand. And she disappeared through the open door, leaving it only slightly ajar. And Miach in his dazzled state.
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It took Miach some time to recover from the kick, and even more so to realize that there was an open door in front of him, with no one in sight ! It was his first opportunity in months, and the Acanthus could hardly believe it. He held his breath, making sure he couldn't hear a thing beyond his own heartbeat. Could it be yet another trap ? After a few seconds of intense concentration, he couldn't bear it any longer. The temptation to escape was too great.
Fortunately, in all those months hanging down, he had had time to think of a plan, and he immediatly set it into motion. The Enchanter barely spoke above a loud whisper, and called on the Real Laws of the Universe to try and get free of this situation. It had been a long time since he had practiced though, and he felt the Imago distorted as the Abyss took hold of it. Focusing as hard as he could, Miach didn't let go of the spell and instead took upon himself the brunt of the Havoc. He couldn't afford anything else in his situation.
Successes galore...
As soon as he was finished, he could feel how his skin and legs had changed, granting him the skin and springing ability of batracians. Hopefully, that would be all he needed to flee. Immediatly, the Willworker tried to slip free of his bonds.
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As the Paradox floods through Miach's Skin causing damage where it really shouldn't his body changes and he slides, with a fair amount of trouble from the bindings. Bringing him CRASHING down onto the floor.
That was obviously going to draw some attention.
I'm so glad that Batrician is a specific animal like you should have chosen...
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OOC
Miach wasn't accustomed to using such magic, and was taken by surprise by its effects on his body. The feelings, the balance, all changed, and the Acanthus crashed down onto the floor without a chance to do a thing about it.
After a second of pure surprise to be free, the Acanthus stood, using some muscles for the first time in months. Merely trying to focus was hard, let alone running to freedom. But he would have no other opportunity, that was for sure. Do or die... Miach didn't have much willpower left, so he used his fear as a motivator instead, and started looking around for anything he may use in his escape. Keys, weapons, anything. But weapons mostly. Even syringes would do...
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