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The past few days had been busy for Rekhmire. There had been an influx of experiments that Rekhmire was expected to perform. Certain 'workers' who decided to be disobedient. Not that Rekhmire was ungrateful for the work. His experimentation of the human body was probably the main reason the Tempest of Set considered him as valuable as he was.
For the past three years, he had kept a private journal, one separate from his medical and personnel journals. Unlike journals for medical practices or the medical history of each member of the Tempest, this journal was a place for him to jot down theories and ideas.
These ideas were less of the body and more of the mind. More specifically, Kesi's. The girl and her mind astounded and amazed Rekhmire. A byproduct of an older method of indoctrination as well as a relapse forcing him to apply some of his new methods. He could tell at least two personalities were residing in the girl's mind. One being the Kesi that everyone knew and... cared about. The other being some sort of... protectorate. He was unsure if this personalty was separate or the same as the Issa that was who the girl used to be.
His research into the matter had led to dead ends all over. No one seemed to care about patients such as Kesi. People with any sort of mental phenomenon were shunned from both polite society and low society. They ended up on the sides of roads or at market squares begging for scraps. It was lucky that the girl was here in the Tempest of Set.
This day, however, would see some answers for Rekhmire. As this day he had no further experimentation padding his work. He knew he had to deal with the entire scenario delicately. He couldn't mention Issa under any strenuous circumstances as it might risk undoing all of his work.
It was late, on this day in Thanii that he decided to seize whatever chance he could have to learn about this mental phenomena. He strolled out of his tent, wearing thick robes. Unlike most Egyptians, Rekhmire preferred modesty to exposure. He did not care for the hedonistic lifestyle his brethren enjoyed so much.
He glanced around the encampment taking in the sights that might seem wondrous to outsiders. Though, as he had been in the circus for twenty-two years now, thirty-two if you counted from when he was a year old, so everything about the circus had become commonplace. Fire-dancers, acrobats, and snakes didn't faze him anymore.
It was shortly after, where he approached the tent where he knew Kesi practiced. "Impertinent child," he called out in one of his usual greetings to Kesi, before brushing aside the tent fabric to allow himself in. "I have a proposal for you. I am in the process of examining the mind and I need a willing volunteer. It involves no pain nor humiliation so it wouldn't work as a punishment option for involuntary purposes."
He retrieved a journal from his robes which was a copy of his personal journal, sans all the information of Kesi. It covered all of his research on the topic of mental disorders and phenomena which was very limited, as well as all of his observations of the shunning of such people. "Should you be willing to act as my test subject for this matter, I shall either allow you to raid my personal ingredient stores for your poisons and the like, OR I shall allow you to sit in on an experimentation and even participate in whatever way you like."
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The past few days had been busy for Rekhmire. There had been an influx of experiments that Rekhmire was expected to perform. Certain 'workers' who decided to be disobedient. Not that Rekhmire was ungrateful for the work. His experimentation of the human body was probably the main reason the Tempest of Set considered him as valuable as he was.
For the past three years, he had kept a private journal, one separate from his medical and personnel journals. Unlike journals for medical practices or the medical history of each member of the Tempest, this journal was a place for him to jot down theories and ideas.
These ideas were less of the body and more of the mind. More specifically, Kesi's. The girl and her mind astounded and amazed Rekhmire. A byproduct of an older method of indoctrination as well as a relapse forcing him to apply some of his new methods. He could tell at least two personalities were residing in the girl's mind. One being the Kesi that everyone knew and... cared about. The other being some sort of... protectorate. He was unsure if this personalty was separate or the same as the Issa that was who the girl used to be.
His research into the matter had led to dead ends all over. No one seemed to care about patients such as Kesi. People with any sort of mental phenomenon were shunned from both polite society and low society. They ended up on the sides of roads or at market squares begging for scraps. It was lucky that the girl was here in the Tempest of Set.
This day, however, would see some answers for Rekhmire. As this day he had no further experimentation padding his work. He knew he had to deal with the entire scenario delicately. He couldn't mention Issa under any strenuous circumstances as it might risk undoing all of his work.
It was late, on this day in Thanii that he decided to seize whatever chance he could have to learn about this mental phenomena. He strolled out of his tent, wearing thick robes. Unlike most Egyptians, Rekhmire preferred modesty to exposure. He did not care for the hedonistic lifestyle his brethren enjoyed so much.
He glanced around the encampment taking in the sights that might seem wondrous to outsiders. Though, as he had been in the circus for twenty-two years now, thirty-two if you counted from when he was a year old, so everything about the circus had become commonplace. Fire-dancers, acrobats, and snakes didn't faze him anymore.
It was shortly after, where he approached the tent where he knew Kesi practiced. "Impertinent child," he called out in one of his usual greetings to Kesi, before brushing aside the tent fabric to allow himself in. "I have a proposal for you. I am in the process of examining the mind and I need a willing volunteer. It involves no pain nor humiliation so it wouldn't work as a punishment option for involuntary purposes."
He retrieved a journal from his robes which was a copy of his personal journal, sans all the information of Kesi. It covered all of his research on the topic of mental disorders and phenomena which was very limited, as well as all of his observations of the shunning of such people. "Should you be willing to act as my test subject for this matter, I shall either allow you to raid my personal ingredient stores for your poisons and the like, OR I shall allow you to sit in on an experimentation and even participate in whatever way you like."
The past few days had been busy for Rekhmire. There had been an influx of experiments that Rekhmire was expected to perform. Certain 'workers' who decided to be disobedient. Not that Rekhmire was ungrateful for the work. His experimentation of the human body was probably the main reason the Tempest of Set considered him as valuable as he was.
For the past three years, he had kept a private journal, one separate from his medical and personnel journals. Unlike journals for medical practices or the medical history of each member of the Tempest, this journal was a place for him to jot down theories and ideas.
These ideas were less of the body and more of the mind. More specifically, Kesi's. The girl and her mind astounded and amazed Rekhmire. A byproduct of an older method of indoctrination as well as a relapse forcing him to apply some of his new methods. He could tell at least two personalities were residing in the girl's mind. One being the Kesi that everyone knew and... cared about. The other being some sort of... protectorate. He was unsure if this personalty was separate or the same as the Issa that was who the girl used to be.
His research into the matter had led to dead ends all over. No one seemed to care about patients such as Kesi. People with any sort of mental phenomenon were shunned from both polite society and low society. They ended up on the sides of roads or at market squares begging for scraps. It was lucky that the girl was here in the Tempest of Set.
This day, however, would see some answers for Rekhmire. As this day he had no further experimentation padding his work. He knew he had to deal with the entire scenario delicately. He couldn't mention Issa under any strenuous circumstances as it might risk undoing all of his work.
It was late, on this day in Thanii that he decided to seize whatever chance he could have to learn about this mental phenomena. He strolled out of his tent, wearing thick robes. Unlike most Egyptians, Rekhmire preferred modesty to exposure. He did not care for the hedonistic lifestyle his brethren enjoyed so much.
He glanced around the encampment taking in the sights that might seem wondrous to outsiders. Though, as he had been in the circus for twenty-two years now, thirty-two if you counted from when he was a year old, so everything about the circus had become commonplace. Fire-dancers, acrobats, and snakes didn't faze him anymore.
It was shortly after, where he approached the tent where he knew Kesi practiced. "Impertinent child," he called out in one of his usual greetings to Kesi, before brushing aside the tent fabric to allow himself in. "I have a proposal for you. I am in the process of examining the mind and I need a willing volunteer. It involves no pain nor humiliation so it wouldn't work as a punishment option for involuntary purposes."
He retrieved a journal from his robes which was a copy of his personal journal, sans all the information of Kesi. It covered all of his research on the topic of mental disorders and phenomena which was very limited, as well as all of his observations of the shunning of such people. "Should you be willing to act as my test subject for this matter, I shall either allow you to raid my personal ingredient stores for your poisons and the like, OR I shall allow you to sit in on an experimentation and even participate in whatever way you like."
Impertinent child.
Great, just great. Kesi’s day was going fantastic. She woke up only a little bit sore from upsetting her father the previous day, which was a vast improvement considering most days. And she wasn’t sent to do busy boring work. She had all day to spend with her snakes. It was a perfect day. It was a fantastic day. So why did stupid Rekhmire with his stupid voice and his stupid face had to ruin it? Stupid!
Kesi turned to him with the fakest smile in the world. She would just answer his question and be do- what was this? Kesi’s smile instantly shifted to a look of shock and then excitement. Something that didn’t cause pain or humiliation… but would allow her to play with his experiments too?! She could make those screams happen?! She could see all that blood?! Was this her day? Was this the day that Kesi has been waiting for?
She nearly jumped for joy. For once in Rekhmire’s life (and it was a really, really long life. Like really long.) he was going to be fun!
Kesi hesitated. There was always a catch with these sorts of things. This was Rekhmire. He wasn’t very trustworthy. I mean… he was. He never did anything bad but Kesi didn’t trust him way deep down in her heart of hearts. Things were fishy, and Kesi was on the case!
“Why do you want to examine my mind?” Kesi asked, tilting her head to the side. “My mind isn’t anything special. Nem has the special mind.” Kesi was a normal girl. Nem was a god. Maybe it was because she was related to him? “Mama or Papa would have better minds to look at. I’m not good like they are.” Papa made that very clear. The way he mistreated her, beat her down, made her feel as if she was nothing… which she probably was. “And what would I even have to do, Doc? You never ever ever let me play with you. If it doesn’t hurt, and if it’s not embarrassing, why are you bribing me?”
That is what it is, right? A bribe? Papa bribed people sometimes. Kesi saw it with her own two eyes. She would serve them tea and then go sit in her corner and then papa would slide some money and bribe them. But then again, money wasn’t being exchanged. So maybe this wasn’t a bribe.
This whole situation was confusing. Kesi shook her head, trying to return to the conversation at hand. “I mean… I guess I can help. But if I hate it I’m gonna be really upset. You wouldn’t lie to me right Doc? Doctors aren’t supposed to lie…” Kesi thought she heard that somewhere. Was it Delia to someone else? One of the new girls were all upset and Delia soothed them and said that doctors were super trustworthy. They won’t lie or do bad things. They’re there to help.
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Impertinent child.
Great, just great. Kesi’s day was going fantastic. She woke up only a little bit sore from upsetting her father the previous day, which was a vast improvement considering most days. And she wasn’t sent to do busy boring work. She had all day to spend with her snakes. It was a perfect day. It was a fantastic day. So why did stupid Rekhmire with his stupid voice and his stupid face had to ruin it? Stupid!
Kesi turned to him with the fakest smile in the world. She would just answer his question and be do- what was this? Kesi’s smile instantly shifted to a look of shock and then excitement. Something that didn’t cause pain or humiliation… but would allow her to play with his experiments too?! She could make those screams happen?! She could see all that blood?! Was this her day? Was this the day that Kesi has been waiting for?
She nearly jumped for joy. For once in Rekhmire’s life (and it was a really, really long life. Like really long.) he was going to be fun!
Kesi hesitated. There was always a catch with these sorts of things. This was Rekhmire. He wasn’t very trustworthy. I mean… he was. He never did anything bad but Kesi didn’t trust him way deep down in her heart of hearts. Things were fishy, and Kesi was on the case!
“Why do you want to examine my mind?” Kesi asked, tilting her head to the side. “My mind isn’t anything special. Nem has the special mind.” Kesi was a normal girl. Nem was a god. Maybe it was because she was related to him? “Mama or Papa would have better minds to look at. I’m not good like they are.” Papa made that very clear. The way he mistreated her, beat her down, made her feel as if she was nothing… which she probably was. “And what would I even have to do, Doc? You never ever ever let me play with you. If it doesn’t hurt, and if it’s not embarrassing, why are you bribing me?”
That is what it is, right? A bribe? Papa bribed people sometimes. Kesi saw it with her own two eyes. She would serve them tea and then go sit in her corner and then papa would slide some money and bribe them. But then again, money wasn’t being exchanged. So maybe this wasn’t a bribe.
This whole situation was confusing. Kesi shook her head, trying to return to the conversation at hand. “I mean… I guess I can help. But if I hate it I’m gonna be really upset. You wouldn’t lie to me right Doc? Doctors aren’t supposed to lie…” Kesi thought she heard that somewhere. Was it Delia to someone else? One of the new girls were all upset and Delia soothed them and said that doctors were super trustworthy. They won’t lie or do bad things. They’re there to help.
Impertinent child.
Great, just great. Kesi’s day was going fantastic. She woke up only a little bit sore from upsetting her father the previous day, which was a vast improvement considering most days. And she wasn’t sent to do busy boring work. She had all day to spend with her snakes. It was a perfect day. It was a fantastic day. So why did stupid Rekhmire with his stupid voice and his stupid face had to ruin it? Stupid!
Kesi turned to him with the fakest smile in the world. She would just answer his question and be do- what was this? Kesi’s smile instantly shifted to a look of shock and then excitement. Something that didn’t cause pain or humiliation… but would allow her to play with his experiments too?! She could make those screams happen?! She could see all that blood?! Was this her day? Was this the day that Kesi has been waiting for?
She nearly jumped for joy. For once in Rekhmire’s life (and it was a really, really long life. Like really long.) he was going to be fun!
Kesi hesitated. There was always a catch with these sorts of things. This was Rekhmire. He wasn’t very trustworthy. I mean… he was. He never did anything bad but Kesi didn’t trust him way deep down in her heart of hearts. Things were fishy, and Kesi was on the case!
“Why do you want to examine my mind?” Kesi asked, tilting her head to the side. “My mind isn’t anything special. Nem has the special mind.” Kesi was a normal girl. Nem was a god. Maybe it was because she was related to him? “Mama or Papa would have better minds to look at. I’m not good like they are.” Papa made that very clear. The way he mistreated her, beat her down, made her feel as if she was nothing… which she probably was. “And what would I even have to do, Doc? You never ever ever let me play with you. If it doesn’t hurt, and if it’s not embarrassing, why are you bribing me?”
That is what it is, right? A bribe? Papa bribed people sometimes. Kesi saw it with her own two eyes. She would serve them tea and then go sit in her corner and then papa would slide some money and bribe them. But then again, money wasn’t being exchanged. So maybe this wasn’t a bribe.
This whole situation was confusing. Kesi shook her head, trying to return to the conversation at hand. “I mean… I guess I can help. But if I hate it I’m gonna be really upset. You wouldn’t lie to me right Doc? Doctors aren’t supposed to lie…” Kesi thought she heard that somewhere. Was it Delia to someone else? One of the new girls were all upset and Delia soothed them and said that doctors were super trustworthy. They won’t lie or do bad things. They’re there to help.
If Rekhmire was honest with himself, he was expecting the suspicion that the girl seemed to emanate from her. He couldn't blame her. His experimentation was legendary among the Tempest, but not for being pleasant. He also never approached anyone in a similar manner except to check with Somgi if there were any slaves in need of 'punishment'.
However, he could also sense the excitement of the girl of being able to participate in an experiment. He could't remember the number of times the girl used to ask him to do just that. He always said no.
He tilted his head at her question, before nodding. He should have expected that. "Do not disparage your mind. Every mind is unique and therefore special. Besides, you have plenty of years for you to expand your mind and repertoire."
He turned away from the girl, tapping his finger against the back of his other hand. "I have procured a concoction that will do most of my work for me. You only need to sit or lay down somewhere. I have prepared some special hieroglyphs. Each one is designed to trigger some type of emotion or feeling." 'or personality'
"You only need to communicate with me as we go through the process."
He raised a brow as she asked why he was bribing her. He had to admit she was clever to have come to that conclusion. He shook his head slightly, waving his hand laughing dryly. "Consider this not a bribe, but a fair exchange. I require your assistance, so I am giving you something for services rendered."
He started walking slowly, hoping the girl would follow him to his tent. He focused his eyes on the route ahead, listening to the girl's words before laughing once more, just as dry. Of course he could lie, not that he would tell her. He wasn't a public doctor. He didn't have any obligation to tell the truth. But he would not tell the girl this and have her scared away. "Of course," he started, slicking his hair back focusing on the girl with piercing eyes. "You can rest assured that every word I've said has been truthful."
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He walked into the his tent before waving for the girl to choose a seat. He walked over to his shelf before taking a small clay pot from the shelf. He poured the contents of the pot into his mortar and pestle. He curled his fingers around the pestle, before mixing and grinding down the concoction. He poured the concoction into a small stone bowl. He took a small candle and brought it down into the bowl, causing the concoction to start burning within the bowl. The smoke started rising slowly, and he placed the bowl near the girl.
He turned towards the girl wherever she was, before gently waving the smoke up and towards her. "Breathe in deeply. The smoke will loosen your mind and make your mind more receptive to the hieroglyphs. When you feel relaxed and ready, say so and we will begin."
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If Rekhmire was honest with himself, he was expecting the suspicion that the girl seemed to emanate from her. He couldn't blame her. His experimentation was legendary among the Tempest, but not for being pleasant. He also never approached anyone in a similar manner except to check with Somgi if there were any slaves in need of 'punishment'.
However, he could also sense the excitement of the girl of being able to participate in an experiment. He could't remember the number of times the girl used to ask him to do just that. He always said no.
He tilted his head at her question, before nodding. He should have expected that. "Do not disparage your mind. Every mind is unique and therefore special. Besides, you have plenty of years for you to expand your mind and repertoire."
He turned away from the girl, tapping his finger against the back of his other hand. "I have procured a concoction that will do most of my work for me. You only need to sit or lay down somewhere. I have prepared some special hieroglyphs. Each one is designed to trigger some type of emotion or feeling." 'or personality'
"You only need to communicate with me as we go through the process."
He raised a brow as she asked why he was bribing her. He had to admit she was clever to have come to that conclusion. He shook his head slightly, waving his hand laughing dryly. "Consider this not a bribe, but a fair exchange. I require your assistance, so I am giving you something for services rendered."
He started walking slowly, hoping the girl would follow him to his tent. He focused his eyes on the route ahead, listening to the girl's words before laughing once more, just as dry. Of course he could lie, not that he would tell her. He wasn't a public doctor. He didn't have any obligation to tell the truth. But he would not tell the girl this and have her scared away. "Of course," he started, slicking his hair back focusing on the girl with piercing eyes. "You can rest assured that every word I've said has been truthful."
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He walked into the his tent before waving for the girl to choose a seat. He walked over to his shelf before taking a small clay pot from the shelf. He poured the contents of the pot into his mortar and pestle. He curled his fingers around the pestle, before mixing and grinding down the concoction. He poured the concoction into a small stone bowl. He took a small candle and brought it down into the bowl, causing the concoction to start burning within the bowl. The smoke started rising slowly, and he placed the bowl near the girl.
He turned towards the girl wherever she was, before gently waving the smoke up and towards her. "Breathe in deeply. The smoke will loosen your mind and make your mind more receptive to the hieroglyphs. When you feel relaxed and ready, say so and we will begin."
If Rekhmire was honest with himself, he was expecting the suspicion that the girl seemed to emanate from her. He couldn't blame her. His experimentation was legendary among the Tempest, but not for being pleasant. He also never approached anyone in a similar manner except to check with Somgi if there were any slaves in need of 'punishment'.
However, he could also sense the excitement of the girl of being able to participate in an experiment. He could't remember the number of times the girl used to ask him to do just that. He always said no.
He tilted his head at her question, before nodding. He should have expected that. "Do not disparage your mind. Every mind is unique and therefore special. Besides, you have plenty of years for you to expand your mind and repertoire."
He turned away from the girl, tapping his finger against the back of his other hand. "I have procured a concoction that will do most of my work for me. You only need to sit or lay down somewhere. I have prepared some special hieroglyphs. Each one is designed to trigger some type of emotion or feeling." 'or personality'
"You only need to communicate with me as we go through the process."
He raised a brow as she asked why he was bribing her. He had to admit she was clever to have come to that conclusion. He shook his head slightly, waving his hand laughing dryly. "Consider this not a bribe, but a fair exchange. I require your assistance, so I am giving you something for services rendered."
He started walking slowly, hoping the girl would follow him to his tent. He focused his eyes on the route ahead, listening to the girl's words before laughing once more, just as dry. Of course he could lie, not that he would tell her. He wasn't a public doctor. He didn't have any obligation to tell the truth. But he would not tell the girl this and have her scared away. "Of course," he started, slicking his hair back focusing on the girl with piercing eyes. "You can rest assured that every word I've said has been truthful."
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He walked into the his tent before waving for the girl to choose a seat. He walked over to his shelf before taking a small clay pot from the shelf. He poured the contents of the pot into his mortar and pestle. He curled his fingers around the pestle, before mixing and grinding down the concoction. He poured the concoction into a small stone bowl. He took a small candle and brought it down into the bowl, causing the concoction to start burning within the bowl. The smoke started rising slowly, and he placed the bowl near the girl.
He turned towards the girl wherever she was, before gently waving the smoke up and towards her. "Breathe in deeply. The smoke will loosen your mind and make your mind more receptive to the hieroglyphs. When you feel relaxed and ready, say so and we will begin."
Every mind was unique, perhaps, but there were minds that were better than other’s. Nem’s mind was the best in the whole wide world. Mama had a good mind too. Papa didn’t have as good a mind as mama or Nem, but it was better than Kesi’s. All Kesi was good at were training her snakes and poisons- none of which papa would even acknowledge. All she was good at to him was fetching tea and whatever other menial tasks he had her do.
So once more she didn’t really understand why he wanted to study her mind. Unless it was, of course, to see why such a failure came from a family full of great people. That was the only explanation. How could Kesi come out the way she was when mama, papa, and of course Nem, were so fantastic? It was an anomaly, of course. Kesi was an oddity of the family.
She thought about this the whole way to Rekhmire’s tent. Maybe in his studies, he’d figure out how to make Kesi better. Maybe if Kesi could be better, she could get papa’s praise. Maybe she could serve Nem more successfully! She’d get Nem everything he could ever want. This would be perfect. This was better than being able to assist in Rekhmire’s experiments. If Kesi came out stronger out of this, that’s all she could ever want.
Kesi went and chose a seat in the tent. Her eyes glanced around as he got whatever it was that he wanted ready. She wondered what half the things were in his tent. Some of it she’d recognized, ingredients that she used in her poisons or even antivenoms that were stored with Rekhmire in the case Kesi was unavailable. But other things were weird and completely foreign to Kesi. It caught her interest and perhaps would be something worthy of talking to Rekhmire about if she ever… wanted to talk to him. The overlap of ingredients used to heal and kill was interesting.
But that wasn’t important right now. Dark eyes now went to observe Rekhmire as he lit a candle inside a stone bowl. Was Kesi going to do drugs? She did that sometimes. She knew she did because she’d feel it in the morning, but Kesi never really remembered doing it. But drugs did sort of make things foggy, didn’t it?
“Just take a deep breath?” Kesi said uneasily. That wasn’t too hard, right. She breathes all the time. Okay! Kesi took several deep breaths, feeling the smoke go into her lungs. She coughed a little bit, but that didn’t stop her from taking another breath.
It wasn’t an immediate effect. Eventually, though, she felt her shoulders began to relax. She felt… looser. Oh, Kesi thought to herself. This is nice. This would make her mind better for study? She didn’t quite understand but… she didn’t really care to understand right now. She just looked up at Rekhmire and tilted her head. “I like this I think.”
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Every mind was unique, perhaps, but there were minds that were better than other’s. Nem’s mind was the best in the whole wide world. Mama had a good mind too. Papa didn’t have as good a mind as mama or Nem, but it was better than Kesi’s. All Kesi was good at were training her snakes and poisons- none of which papa would even acknowledge. All she was good at to him was fetching tea and whatever other menial tasks he had her do.
So once more she didn’t really understand why he wanted to study her mind. Unless it was, of course, to see why such a failure came from a family full of great people. That was the only explanation. How could Kesi come out the way she was when mama, papa, and of course Nem, were so fantastic? It was an anomaly, of course. Kesi was an oddity of the family.
She thought about this the whole way to Rekhmire’s tent. Maybe in his studies, he’d figure out how to make Kesi better. Maybe if Kesi could be better, she could get papa’s praise. Maybe she could serve Nem more successfully! She’d get Nem everything he could ever want. This would be perfect. This was better than being able to assist in Rekhmire’s experiments. If Kesi came out stronger out of this, that’s all she could ever want.
Kesi went and chose a seat in the tent. Her eyes glanced around as he got whatever it was that he wanted ready. She wondered what half the things were in his tent. Some of it she’d recognized, ingredients that she used in her poisons or even antivenoms that were stored with Rekhmire in the case Kesi was unavailable. But other things were weird and completely foreign to Kesi. It caught her interest and perhaps would be something worthy of talking to Rekhmire about if she ever… wanted to talk to him. The overlap of ingredients used to heal and kill was interesting.
But that wasn’t important right now. Dark eyes now went to observe Rekhmire as he lit a candle inside a stone bowl. Was Kesi going to do drugs? She did that sometimes. She knew she did because she’d feel it in the morning, but Kesi never really remembered doing it. But drugs did sort of make things foggy, didn’t it?
“Just take a deep breath?” Kesi said uneasily. That wasn’t too hard, right. She breathes all the time. Okay! Kesi took several deep breaths, feeling the smoke go into her lungs. She coughed a little bit, but that didn’t stop her from taking another breath.
It wasn’t an immediate effect. Eventually, though, she felt her shoulders began to relax. She felt… looser. Oh, Kesi thought to herself. This is nice. This would make her mind better for study? She didn’t quite understand but… she didn’t really care to understand right now. She just looked up at Rekhmire and tilted her head. “I like this I think.”
Every mind was unique, perhaps, but there were minds that were better than other’s. Nem’s mind was the best in the whole wide world. Mama had a good mind too. Papa didn’t have as good a mind as mama or Nem, but it was better than Kesi’s. All Kesi was good at were training her snakes and poisons- none of which papa would even acknowledge. All she was good at to him was fetching tea and whatever other menial tasks he had her do.
So once more she didn’t really understand why he wanted to study her mind. Unless it was, of course, to see why such a failure came from a family full of great people. That was the only explanation. How could Kesi come out the way she was when mama, papa, and of course Nem, were so fantastic? It was an anomaly, of course. Kesi was an oddity of the family.
She thought about this the whole way to Rekhmire’s tent. Maybe in his studies, he’d figure out how to make Kesi better. Maybe if Kesi could be better, she could get papa’s praise. Maybe she could serve Nem more successfully! She’d get Nem everything he could ever want. This would be perfect. This was better than being able to assist in Rekhmire’s experiments. If Kesi came out stronger out of this, that’s all she could ever want.
Kesi went and chose a seat in the tent. Her eyes glanced around as he got whatever it was that he wanted ready. She wondered what half the things were in his tent. Some of it she’d recognized, ingredients that she used in her poisons or even antivenoms that were stored with Rekhmire in the case Kesi was unavailable. But other things were weird and completely foreign to Kesi. It caught her interest and perhaps would be something worthy of talking to Rekhmire about if she ever… wanted to talk to him. The overlap of ingredients used to heal and kill was interesting.
But that wasn’t important right now. Dark eyes now went to observe Rekhmire as he lit a candle inside a stone bowl. Was Kesi going to do drugs? She did that sometimes. She knew she did because she’d feel it in the morning, but Kesi never really remembered doing it. But drugs did sort of make things foggy, didn’t it?
“Just take a deep breath?” Kesi said uneasily. That wasn’t too hard, right. She breathes all the time. Okay! Kesi took several deep breaths, feeling the smoke go into her lungs. She coughed a little bit, but that didn’t stop her from taking another breath.
It wasn’t an immediate effect. Eventually, though, she felt her shoulders began to relax. She felt… looser. Oh, Kesi thought to herself. This is nice. This would make her mind better for study? She didn’t quite understand but… she didn’t really care to understand right now. She just looked up at Rekhmire and tilted her head. “I like this I think.”
Rekhmire watched the girl very carefully during the walk, and even when they entered the tent that Rekhmire called home. He could almost see the wheels turning in the girl's head, but he had to make sure that she didn't suspect a single thing.
So when she chose a seat, he had to stop himself from smiling. He had mixed another ingredient in the mixture, one that would make this session a haze to her. In the future the moments after inhaling the drug-like mixture would become something of a haze to the girl. She would most likely attribute it to 'another boring session with Rekhmire'.
She would of course remember the promise he made to her, but only because he had no intention on reneging on the deal. He merely didn't want her remembering the purpose of the examination. "That's good, keep breathing in an even pattern." He moved over towards where he lay the sheets with written hieroglyphs.
He waited a few minutes so she could let the smoke fill her mind and relax her to outside probing. "Now that you are relaxed I'm going to ask some basic questions to make sure the relaxant is working as it is supposed to." He lifted the candle, and moved it around, allowing the mixture inside to move around and the fresher herbs beneath the one slowly turning to ash to start burning as well.
He turned back to Kesi before glancing her over again, gauging how well the mixture was working, "So onto the questions. What do you enjoy doing most within the confines of the Tempest?"
The question was mainly intending to see if she both had her full faculties during the conversation, and to see how relaxed and open her mind was to his questions and other similar outside influences. If everything went as planned, then he would proceed and attempt to bring forth any other personalities she might have by slowly easing her mind into a state where he could do so.
If it didn't work as planned, he would merely call the day there, and do some more research before he approached Kesi again. For now though, this was the best he could do. He started looking through his sheets. About half were hieroglyphs, the other half were images.
"And to the next question, what do you consider your greatest failure?" He knew this was a deeply personal question, but it was the best question had to check her mind's openness. If she answered the question truthfully, her mind was putty in his hands and he could perform the experiment to the highest degree.
If she closed herself off completely, he knew that there was nothing he could do during this session to trigger her mind into revealing any other personalities within that head of hers.
However, if she did anything in between, as he suspected she might, then it was a different story entirely. It might not be the best possible result, but her mind would still be malleable and that was the least he could ask for. He would have to wait and see. He turned to her to hear her answers all while closely examining her expressions for any sign of her shutting herself off from him and his questions.
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Rekhmire watched the girl very carefully during the walk, and even when they entered the tent that Rekhmire called home. He could almost see the wheels turning in the girl's head, but he had to make sure that she didn't suspect a single thing.
So when she chose a seat, he had to stop himself from smiling. He had mixed another ingredient in the mixture, one that would make this session a haze to her. In the future the moments after inhaling the drug-like mixture would become something of a haze to the girl. She would most likely attribute it to 'another boring session with Rekhmire'.
She would of course remember the promise he made to her, but only because he had no intention on reneging on the deal. He merely didn't want her remembering the purpose of the examination. "That's good, keep breathing in an even pattern." He moved over towards where he lay the sheets with written hieroglyphs.
He waited a few minutes so she could let the smoke fill her mind and relax her to outside probing. "Now that you are relaxed I'm going to ask some basic questions to make sure the relaxant is working as it is supposed to." He lifted the candle, and moved it around, allowing the mixture inside to move around and the fresher herbs beneath the one slowly turning to ash to start burning as well.
He turned back to Kesi before glancing her over again, gauging how well the mixture was working, "So onto the questions. What do you enjoy doing most within the confines of the Tempest?"
The question was mainly intending to see if she both had her full faculties during the conversation, and to see how relaxed and open her mind was to his questions and other similar outside influences. If everything went as planned, then he would proceed and attempt to bring forth any other personalities she might have by slowly easing her mind into a state where he could do so.
If it didn't work as planned, he would merely call the day there, and do some more research before he approached Kesi again. For now though, this was the best he could do. He started looking through his sheets. About half were hieroglyphs, the other half were images.
"And to the next question, what do you consider your greatest failure?" He knew this was a deeply personal question, but it was the best question had to check her mind's openness. If she answered the question truthfully, her mind was putty in his hands and he could perform the experiment to the highest degree.
If she closed herself off completely, he knew that there was nothing he could do during this session to trigger her mind into revealing any other personalities within that head of hers.
However, if she did anything in between, as he suspected she might, then it was a different story entirely. It might not be the best possible result, but her mind would still be malleable and that was the least he could ask for. He would have to wait and see. He turned to her to hear her answers all while closely examining her expressions for any sign of her shutting herself off from him and his questions.
Rekhmire watched the girl very carefully during the walk, and even when they entered the tent that Rekhmire called home. He could almost see the wheels turning in the girl's head, but he had to make sure that she didn't suspect a single thing.
So when she chose a seat, he had to stop himself from smiling. He had mixed another ingredient in the mixture, one that would make this session a haze to her. In the future the moments after inhaling the drug-like mixture would become something of a haze to the girl. She would most likely attribute it to 'another boring session with Rekhmire'.
She would of course remember the promise he made to her, but only because he had no intention on reneging on the deal. He merely didn't want her remembering the purpose of the examination. "That's good, keep breathing in an even pattern." He moved over towards where he lay the sheets with written hieroglyphs.
He waited a few minutes so she could let the smoke fill her mind and relax her to outside probing. "Now that you are relaxed I'm going to ask some basic questions to make sure the relaxant is working as it is supposed to." He lifted the candle, and moved it around, allowing the mixture inside to move around and the fresher herbs beneath the one slowly turning to ash to start burning as well.
He turned back to Kesi before glancing her over again, gauging how well the mixture was working, "So onto the questions. What do you enjoy doing most within the confines of the Tempest?"
The question was mainly intending to see if she both had her full faculties during the conversation, and to see how relaxed and open her mind was to his questions and other similar outside influences. If everything went as planned, then he would proceed and attempt to bring forth any other personalities she might have by slowly easing her mind into a state where he could do so.
If it didn't work as planned, he would merely call the day there, and do some more research before he approached Kesi again. For now though, this was the best he could do. He started looking through his sheets. About half were hieroglyphs, the other half were images.
"And to the next question, what do you consider your greatest failure?" He knew this was a deeply personal question, but it was the best question had to check her mind's openness. If she answered the question truthfully, her mind was putty in his hands and he could perform the experiment to the highest degree.
If she closed herself off completely, he knew that there was nothing he could do during this session to trigger her mind into revealing any other personalities within that head of hers.
However, if she did anything in between, as he suspected she might, then it was a different story entirely. It might not be the best possible result, but her mind would still be malleable and that was the least he could ask for. He would have to wait and see. He turned to her to hear her answers all while closely examining her expressions for any sign of her shutting herself off from him and his questions.
Kesi felt her mind start to truly relax. She stared at the hieroglyphs. She may have wondered what they had to do with the testing that Rekhmire had wanted to do. But instead she found herself thinking about… nothing. Nothing was really worth being thought of. Everything was at ease.
And then he started to talk. She kept breathing in that even pattern, feeling herself relax even more. Kesi might even float away. She felt herself moving up and down, going towards the sky. Away… away… away…
What do you enjoy most within the confines of the Tempest?
There was so much to this question. There was a lot that Kesi enjoyed. But even though there was a lot that she enjoyed, there was so much that she hated. The Tempest was complicated, as chaotic as the name might lead you to believe. But there was one thing she loved most, more than anything that the circus could offer her.
“Nem.”
Of course, that would be her answer. Her brother was her everything. He protected her when he could from their father. He taught her, led her, believed in her. Everything their father was not, Nem was. He was a leader. He was a God.
And he made the circus worth it. Without Nem, Kesi would be nothing. She would be a slave to her father. She would be miserable. She would have likely died, offed herself within her first year. It was Nem that gave her the will to keep going. It was her brother that gave her hope. It was her brother that gave her purpose.
But the second question was what truly stumped Kesi. What was her greatest failure? Kesi didn’t believe in failure. She would keep trying. She was tenacious. If she failed, that only harmed Nem. But unlike her brother, Kesi was not perfect. She was fallible. She made mistakes. So while she did not believe in failure, it did not mean it did not exist.
At first she wanted to speak of the times that Nem got hit in place of Kesi. Those were horrible times. Each blow Nem suffered so that Kesi did not have to made Kesi hate her father even more. Her brother was a God, how dare he lay a finger on her.
But something deep within told her that it wasn’t her greatest failure. A voice hidden so far beneath all the rubble in her mind whispered. She couldn’t make sense of that voice. It was shattered, broken, stuck behind so many walls that no matter what it said it would never be able to make it’s way to the surface.
But it existed there. And it frustrated the girl. Why couldn’t she hear it? Why didn’t she know her greatest failure? “I…” She stammered. Her eyebrows began to knit together. It was there. It was on the tip of her tongue. “I…”
Kesi, stop thinking so hard. A voice told her. It’s scary.
“I don’t like being scared.” That wasn’t the answer to his question. She was no longer talking to Rekhmire. Instead, she was replying to that voice, gently trying to coax her away from the answer she had been searching for.
You’re right. We don’t like being scared.
That was a terrible feeling. Kesi felt it when she entered her father’s tent every night. Fear was awful. It was worse than boredom. It was worse than anger. Kesi did not want to feel scared.
Kesi wrinkled her nose. She didn’t like this experimentation anymore. The relaxed feeling started to disappear. Instead, she started to feel anxious. “I… I don’t like being scared.” She repeated. She wanted to feel relaxed again. That was better. She was… happy.
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Kesi felt her mind start to truly relax. She stared at the hieroglyphs. She may have wondered what they had to do with the testing that Rekhmire had wanted to do. But instead she found herself thinking about… nothing. Nothing was really worth being thought of. Everything was at ease.
And then he started to talk. She kept breathing in that even pattern, feeling herself relax even more. Kesi might even float away. She felt herself moving up and down, going towards the sky. Away… away… away…
What do you enjoy most within the confines of the Tempest?
There was so much to this question. There was a lot that Kesi enjoyed. But even though there was a lot that she enjoyed, there was so much that she hated. The Tempest was complicated, as chaotic as the name might lead you to believe. But there was one thing she loved most, more than anything that the circus could offer her.
“Nem.”
Of course, that would be her answer. Her brother was her everything. He protected her when he could from their father. He taught her, led her, believed in her. Everything their father was not, Nem was. He was a leader. He was a God.
And he made the circus worth it. Without Nem, Kesi would be nothing. She would be a slave to her father. She would be miserable. She would have likely died, offed herself within her first year. It was Nem that gave her the will to keep going. It was her brother that gave her hope. It was her brother that gave her purpose.
But the second question was what truly stumped Kesi. What was her greatest failure? Kesi didn’t believe in failure. She would keep trying. She was tenacious. If she failed, that only harmed Nem. But unlike her brother, Kesi was not perfect. She was fallible. She made mistakes. So while she did not believe in failure, it did not mean it did not exist.
At first she wanted to speak of the times that Nem got hit in place of Kesi. Those were horrible times. Each blow Nem suffered so that Kesi did not have to made Kesi hate her father even more. Her brother was a God, how dare he lay a finger on her.
But something deep within told her that it wasn’t her greatest failure. A voice hidden so far beneath all the rubble in her mind whispered. She couldn’t make sense of that voice. It was shattered, broken, stuck behind so many walls that no matter what it said it would never be able to make it’s way to the surface.
But it existed there. And it frustrated the girl. Why couldn’t she hear it? Why didn’t she know her greatest failure? “I…” She stammered. Her eyebrows began to knit together. It was there. It was on the tip of her tongue. “I…”
Kesi, stop thinking so hard. A voice told her. It’s scary.
“I don’t like being scared.” That wasn’t the answer to his question. She was no longer talking to Rekhmire. Instead, she was replying to that voice, gently trying to coax her away from the answer she had been searching for.
You’re right. We don’t like being scared.
That was a terrible feeling. Kesi felt it when she entered her father’s tent every night. Fear was awful. It was worse than boredom. It was worse than anger. Kesi did not want to feel scared.
Kesi wrinkled her nose. She didn’t like this experimentation anymore. The relaxed feeling started to disappear. Instead, she started to feel anxious. “I… I don’t like being scared.” She repeated. She wanted to feel relaxed again. That was better. She was… happy.
Kesi felt her mind start to truly relax. She stared at the hieroglyphs. She may have wondered what they had to do with the testing that Rekhmire had wanted to do. But instead she found herself thinking about… nothing. Nothing was really worth being thought of. Everything was at ease.
And then he started to talk. She kept breathing in that even pattern, feeling herself relax even more. Kesi might even float away. She felt herself moving up and down, going towards the sky. Away… away… away…
What do you enjoy most within the confines of the Tempest?
There was so much to this question. There was a lot that Kesi enjoyed. But even though there was a lot that she enjoyed, there was so much that she hated. The Tempest was complicated, as chaotic as the name might lead you to believe. But there was one thing she loved most, more than anything that the circus could offer her.
“Nem.”
Of course, that would be her answer. Her brother was her everything. He protected her when he could from their father. He taught her, led her, believed in her. Everything their father was not, Nem was. He was a leader. He was a God.
And he made the circus worth it. Without Nem, Kesi would be nothing. She would be a slave to her father. She would be miserable. She would have likely died, offed herself within her first year. It was Nem that gave her the will to keep going. It was her brother that gave her hope. It was her brother that gave her purpose.
But the second question was what truly stumped Kesi. What was her greatest failure? Kesi didn’t believe in failure. She would keep trying. She was tenacious. If she failed, that only harmed Nem. But unlike her brother, Kesi was not perfect. She was fallible. She made mistakes. So while she did not believe in failure, it did not mean it did not exist.
At first she wanted to speak of the times that Nem got hit in place of Kesi. Those were horrible times. Each blow Nem suffered so that Kesi did not have to made Kesi hate her father even more. Her brother was a God, how dare he lay a finger on her.
But something deep within told her that it wasn’t her greatest failure. A voice hidden so far beneath all the rubble in her mind whispered. She couldn’t make sense of that voice. It was shattered, broken, stuck behind so many walls that no matter what it said it would never be able to make it’s way to the surface.
But it existed there. And it frustrated the girl. Why couldn’t she hear it? Why didn’t she know her greatest failure? “I…” She stammered. Her eyebrows began to knit together. It was there. It was on the tip of her tongue. “I…”
Kesi, stop thinking so hard. A voice told her. It’s scary.
“I don’t like being scared.” That wasn’t the answer to his question. She was no longer talking to Rekhmire. Instead, she was replying to that voice, gently trying to coax her away from the answer she had been searching for.
You’re right. We don’t like being scared.
That was a terrible feeling. Kesi felt it when she entered her father’s tent every night. Fear was awful. It was worse than boredom. It was worse than anger. Kesi did not want to feel scared.
Kesi wrinkled her nose. She didn’t like this experimentation anymore. The relaxed feeling started to disappear. Instead, she started to feel anxious. “I… I don’t like being scared.” She repeated. She wanted to feel relaxed again. That was better. She was… happy.