How to keep a nerd distracted from all the feelings in a heart: give library.
But when you get to the blue leather, when you take any of these books, you feel a rush of foreign thoughts and feelings. Though they belong to someone else, for a moment, you feel them for yourself.
You have your own thoughts and feelings, as it should be, but when you touch the book suddenly they're gone. Not even replaced by others, they just....aren't. You are only a shell, almost catatonic, just waiting to be told what to do. Except for something buried deep down behind plenty of mental blocks, some more insidious than that, magic in origin. This something sinks its claws into your mind when you start to notice it, whispering to you that this isn't right. You are not this, you're --
But you don't know what or who. You've started to scream from the visceral anguish of trying to remember, maybe guarding yourself from further pain if you did recall.
But you do come back to yourself shortly, left standing with that book just as you were. Its pages are all damaged beyond any recognition. You might make a word out here and there, but it looks like an animal shredded the insides while leaving the cover untouched.
You gain +1 Perseverance. Looks like the one Emet took managed to make its way back on the shelf. There are still many more of these type, too. You're probably nosy enough to go through each of them, huh.
Re: LIBRARY
But when you get to the blue leather, when you take any of these books, you feel a rush of foreign thoughts and feelings. Though they belong to someone else, for a moment, you feel them for yourself.
You have your own thoughts and feelings, as it should be, but when you touch the book suddenly they're gone. Not even replaced by others, they just....aren't. You are only a shell, almost catatonic, just waiting to be told what to do. Except for something buried deep down behind plenty of mental blocks, some more insidious than that, magic in origin. This something sinks its claws into your mind when you start to notice it, whispering to you that this isn't right. You are not this, you're --
But you don't know what or who. You've started to scream from the visceral anguish of trying to remember, maybe guarding yourself from further pain if you did recall.
But you do come back to yourself shortly, left standing with that book just as you were. Its pages are all damaged beyond any recognition. You might make a word out here and there, but it looks like an animal shredded the insides while leaving the cover untouched.
You gain +1 Perseverance. Looks like the one Emet took managed to make its way back on the shelf. There are still many more of these type, too. You're probably nosy enough to go through each of them, huh.