The Brainwashed Meme

[anothersoul]

1. Reply with your characters.
2. For some reason, the community has left them in an, ah, vulnerable state. They've been brainwashed. So when a character responds to yours they find that they're very susceptable to suggestion.
3. Want to humilate that enemy of yours by making them believe that they're your servant? Go ahead. Want to manipulate that goody-goody two shoes into a crime spree? Why not! Want to keep the person safe and sound until you can find a way to snap them out of it? Definitely an option. (Though, if you want to do anything too drastic you should ask the other mun first.!)
4. Shenanigans.
5. Have fun!

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[shinjaeba]

[She doesn't laugh out loud. She can't, not yet. The excitement builds inside her mind. The blood rushing to her head. It's just like all those years ago when Rosa (oh, poor stupid trusting Rosa) would be foolish enough to stay and listen to one of her big sister's stories. Ones that would certainly leave her awake in the middle of the night staring at the ceiling or closet.

She stands up, wiping off the her dress. She moves towards where he sleeps and kneels by his side, lowering her head so it's right next to his ear. She whispers, softly, as not to wake him (not yet) but enough to get her words through. To twist whatever shallow dreams he's having. When he wakes... Heh. He'll be so eager to please. Her voice has a slight sing-song quality to it as it did when she told all those lies to Rosa oh so many years ago.]

There once was a little boy who didn't believe in magic, oh not him... No matter how much the elders told him not to say such things he continued to say it. [She allows that to sink in. She even reaches out her hand, gently touching his hair. As if he really was just a child who fell asleep during story time.] You know what happened to him. That the fairies and witches took him away...to a place where only magic existed. Where, if he didn't do exactly as he's told he would never return home... but you aren't like the naughty boy, are you? Magic is real. Beans can turn into ladders to the sky. Witches can turn wheat into gold. Good boys are rewarded.

[She strokes his hair.] You're a good boy, aren't you? [Even if he's asleep, she still asks this question.]

[omniferous]

[ he is accustomed to having another presence in his mind. it doesn't seem strange or invasive to hear someone else's words in his sleep, after his time with the shinrabanshou's spirit. but she is not there. she's sleeping in some deepness of his heart, charmed by the same influence as him. she cannot help him now.

but in the shinrabanshou's place, there is a witch, and she tells him a story. he listens. more than that, he takes it to heart for some reason - a reason that he does not care to consider, and even less so when it is his subconscious that is being twisted. he doesn't want to be a bad child. doesn't want to be punished or hated. he is a good boy. he wants to be good. he believes in magic and good fairies, he wants to be rewarded with gold and miracles, he wants to be able to go home. he has to please. to submit.

miharu doesn't stir from his sleep, because he hasn't yet been told to wake. ]

[shinjaeba]

But you denied magic, didn't you? You were a naughty boy. The fairies took you while you were sleeping there... I couldn't stop them because you were had been so bad. They took you back to fairy land. Wake up... see for yourself but be careful: if you eat anything here, even if you're on your best behavior? You can never ever go back.

[It's a simple illusion she creates as he sleeps. If he weren't charmed it's very possible that the illusion would fade quickly or be denied all together. But the witch is as shrewd as she is cruel: she made sure that he'd believe it before waking him. Built upon memories of a large rose garden, the room around them has seemingly transformed into a garden. Roses grow freely and golden butterflies flit from flower to flower.

And the boy's simple sleeping bag becomes a grand bed. Fitting for a little prince in a fairy tale.

It's simple, really. The eyes see what the mind wants to see.]