Living shadows? Reflections of themselves? It was ridiculous. There obviously had to be some trick to it all, executed using the advanced technology at Landel's dispense. Rita wasn't about to throw away her common sense so easily, no matter what illusions he threw at her.
Still, there was something that bothered her about all this. That sniffling, sobbing, pathetic parody of herself didn't act anything like her, but it had somehow known her innermost fears. Did Landel have some method of spying without being detected, or to even probe one's memories? It was difficult to theorize about technology as advanced as what he had, which made it hard to imagine how he could have acquired such personal information.
In any case, Rita felt relieved to finally have some time to herself, after spending a long night with what had to be the most obnoxious, delusional, long-winded idiot she had ever met - and Rita knew a lot of idiots, so that said a lot.
Breakfast was spent alone with her notes, and when the shift changed, she simply moved to a couch in the Sun Room and continued her process of reading, writing, and revising notes in there. In them, she wrote her experiences, her theories about the previous night, and as usual, her magic formulas. In the end, her blastia wasn't in the Patient Possessions Room, and so Rita was going to have to rely heavily on what little magic she could manage without it, which meant experimenting a bit with the formulas.
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Living shadows? Reflections of themselves? It was ridiculous. There obviously had to be some trick to it all, executed using the advanced technology at Landel's dispense. Rita wasn't about to throw away her common sense so easily, no matter what illusions he threw at her.
Still, there was something that bothered her about all this. That sniffling, sobbing, pathetic parody of herself didn't act anything like her, but it had somehow known her innermost fears. Did Landel have some method of spying without being detected, or to even probe one's memories? It was difficult to theorize about technology as advanced as what he had, which made it hard to imagine how he could have acquired such personal information.
In any case, Rita felt relieved to finally have some time to herself, after spending a long night with what had to be the most obnoxious, delusional, long-winded idiot she had ever met - and Rita knew a lot of idiots, so that said a lot.
Breakfast was spent alone with her notes, and when the shift changed, she simply moved to a couch in the Sun Room and continued her process of reading, writing, and revising notes in there. In them, she wrote her experiences, her theories about the previous night, and as usual, her magic formulas. In the end, her blastia wasn't in the Patient Possessions Room, and so Rita was going to have to rely heavily on what little magic she could manage without it, which meant experimenting a bit with the formulas.