Sam doesn't reply, her dragging becoming more forceful as soon as they're out of eyesight of Jake. At a significant distance from the clearing, she whirled on him, and her face looked nothing like the cheerful, slightly playful expression she'd had in the clearing. This close, even in near darkness, her mouth was in a visible snarl and her eyes shot daggers at him.
"What the fuck do you keep trying to do to my head?" she growled.
edited 18th Nov '17 4:18:39 AM by 4maskwolf
Sam took a deep breath, closing her eyes. Another, slowly relaxing her posture. Another, backing off physically from the Andalite. Her eyes opened, and although she was still scowling she no longer appeared nearly as hostile.
"I protect myself from mental influence because I have to, because people who can influence you like that almost never do so with your best interests. You seem like a nice guy, though, so I'll give you a chance to prove it. I'm going to lower my guard, and I want you to talk to me with your mind," her voice trailed off, leaving whatever would happen if he was lying to his imagination.
She held up a hand, focusing on her breathing, and a slow tide of emotion began to pulse off of her. Suspicion, anger, and hope were the three most identifiable ones, the first two almost drowning out the third. She nodded, "go ahead"
OOC Info on Sam for Tats: Samantha is an empath who both reads the emotions of others and broadcasts her own emotions, thus the emotions almost literally coming off of her at the end of the post. How your character interprets that is entirely up to you: some people (most normal people, for example) don't properly process the emotions radiating off of her and simply incorporate them as their own emotions, others are able to parse those emotions as being hers and thus gain direct insight into her emotional state, and some others simply don't notice the broadcasted emotions at all, to give a few possible options.
edited 18th Nov '17 4:44:38 AM by 4maskwolf
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-Jo looks deep into Sam's eyes as she lets her guard down. The boy straightens himself up as he tries to regain his composure.-
-The emotions he felt at that moment felt almost similar to back when he spoke to his commanding officers-
Can... can you hear me now?
I don't wish to cause you any harm. Suggestions... manipulations... Even if I were capable of that, I wouldn't do it towards someone who was nice to me...
Err, unless it means I can get free soda. Sodas are delicious. Anyways... This is really the easiest way I can speak to others. Staying in that form for too long is dangerous. I could get stuck like that forever and... being an Andalite is really important to me...
-Jovek tries to make a face similar to when a human puts on a friendly smile-
edited 18th Nov '17 4:51:20 AM by Tatsumar
DeerGuilt, relief, trust: the three main emotions that sprung up briefly before fading away to an incredibly faint impression. Sam looked towards him, but didn't quite meet his eyes as she spoke in a subdued tone, "I'm sorry." She turned to head back towards the clearing, "I'd say beer over soda, but I can agree there are some things worth some minor manipulation for."
-Jack was still sat where he was in the clearing-
-though his eyes were closed, and he was holding a knife in a reverse grip on his lap-
-though he opened his eyes again, when Sam verbalised her return-
Ah, I thought that might have been the case.
edited 18th Nov '17 5:08:36 AM by RegularDefender
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See you around!
-he waves her off-
-before sighing and staying put where he was, closing his eyes again-
-returning to his meditations-
Right- lets reevaluate some probabilities, and figure out the best path...
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-his voice came out from behind the red bandanna/scarf that covered his face, the rest of it shadowed by his hood-
-it was remarkably low in pitch, and had a rather breathy quality to it-
I am... how do you term it... strolling... -he does not move a single inch-
-and in fact, does not seem to have moved at all in quite some time-
-he's also armed-
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-he frowned for a moment to himself-
-then looked at the Gnome-
What path have you taken me on, Santa...
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post