Bored and frustrated with his classes, Matthew decides to try out some of his own ideas on his unsuspecting teacher.
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Matthew swore, the focused thought vanishing almost the moment he began to try and materialize it. A few other students around him snickered with glee, but he ignored them, blue eyes focusing on the blank table in front of him. They weren't doing any better than him, so there was no reason to get drawn into their mocking. He just had to concentrate, and maybe he would be able to do it. Once again, he conjured up the image of a butterfly in his mind, and delicately tried to wrap it within Djed. The thought vanished. Once more he mumbled a curse under his breath, blue eyes sharpening even brighter than before. He was in his element, and he wasn't going to let the stupid exercise beat him. What point was there to this anyway? They were using Hypnotism concepts to form stupid little imaginary butterflies? The lesson was to imagine a detailed butterfly, and then press that thought upon the teacher. There were so many more options to be had than that. So many subtle uses, so many different types of clever suggestions that could be practiced. Instead, this teacher was having them do the most painfully old-fashioned of exercises. He had read the petching schoolbook. Students had done this decades ago. Hadn't they advanced as intelligent creatures since then? Hadn't they advanced as magic-users since then? The apocalyptic events of years before hadn't destroyed their imagination!
He had been opposed to this. This entire idea of attending a school for magic, he had hated it. He was annoyed by structured education, disgusted with the rigidness of it all. He was bothered by the teachers, who never actually gave examples of their own skill, just read from textbooks and quoted them theory that was written by wizards who were long dead. There were some he admired and that he knew he could learn from, but he hadn't gotten them. He had gotten this woman. He was not interested in this woman. He was interested in advancing magic in his own way, and coming up with his own uses. He wanted to power it by his free mind, and his free mind alone. They were told that after they became wise and practiced at their magic, then they would be able to explore new concepts and create their own unique uses. Why wait until then? Yes, there was a level of dangerous to playing with magic you couldn't fully control, but the only mind he was experimenting with was his own. Over-giving wasn't something he was scared off. He was willing to gamble. He sighed, clenching his outstretched fingers, really wanting to do nothing more than sit down and pout.
White teeth gently sunk into his lower lip, and his blue eyes glanced up at the teacher, curious as to if she was paying attention. She was not. He reached up, loosening the tie tugged around his neck, flicking open the top button of his button-up white shirt. It exposed a small bit of the golden skin beneath, teasing a peek of a necklace under the cotton. He rolled his shoulders, uncomfortable in the tight black vest that accompanied his outfit, giving him the look of a best man at a wedding. He hated weddings. Especially weddings for people his age.
He cast it out of his mind, realizing he was getting distracted. One annoyance led to another, and before long, he would be sitting here griping about every little thing he could find wrong with the current world. With the current state of his family, their ship-wrighting, their dreams and ambitions that he had no interest in fulfilling. There were so many things, so best not to get started. He cracked his fingers, and was about to try something original and interesting when the ruler snapped down. He let out a soft yelp, snatching back his hand as the teacher popped his fingertips. She had come out of nowhere, and now she was glowering at him, lips pursed as she regarded him disdainfully. "I believe you need to refocus yourself, Master Matthew. You don't seem to be focusing on the exercise. Your parents advised me on how difficult you could be. I would like to make this a pleasant and a professional relationship, no?" He stared at her for a bit, eyes emotionless, face cold as a stone. After a moment, his expression broke into a sweet smile, and spoke with syrup to his words. "Yes, Miss. Of course, Miss." She smiled with a pleased look, too easily flattered to understand that he was mocking her in his own little way. He nodded with that tight smile on her lips, and moved onward, a smug expression across her face. She was young for an teacher, perhaps not more than 10 years older than him. What was she doing here? Why was she teaching him?
His frustration grew, and he glanced back down at the table, stretching out his fingers to touch to his temple, and focusing. He had to deal with this. He had to struggle against this stupid place. It wasn't like he wanted to make a change or anything, he just wanted to make sure he wasn't growing complacent.
Students filed out of the classroom while Matthew took his time collecting his books, waiting for the last of the students to file out the door. He wanted to be alone for this next part. That thought sounded creepy, even to his own ears, but he felt like it would ruin it if there were distractions in the room. He needed to have her focused on him, and have nothing else that would draw her attention away for even a split second. He got up and headed to the door as if he was going to leave, but then paused right before it, half-turning. "Miss, do you mind if I ask you a quick question?" The teacher glanced up from where she sat on her desk, turning her eyes to Matthew, raising an eyebrow at him. He turned, casually shutting the door behind him, closing off another avenue for any potential distractions to come through.
"I came up with a new use for the standard Hypnotism basics, and wanted to see what you thought of the theory behind it, as well as the effectiveness." He walked toward her table, a small smile on his face, his features the perfect image of innocence. If she knew anything about him, she would knew that the look in his eyes was one of pure playfulness. If she knew anything at all about him, she would know that this was a very bad thing. Instead, she merely rolled her eyes, pursing her lips, shaking her head in disapproval. "Matthew, you know how I feel about you and your ideas. While I am sure some of the other professors may encourage your creative thinking, I do not particular wish for you to deviate from the school book. I can only shudder to think what you might possibly use this magic for in your... line of work." She spoke the last word with a tone of distaste, but Matthew let it slide off of him, unwilling to allow her underneath his skin. "Why don't you just stick to the study plan, and let me know if you need help with that. I would be happy to help you if you struggle there."
"Miss, what sort of man do you find attractive?"
The teacher paused, blinking, taken off guard by his sudden question. She opened her mouse to respond, her forehead crinkling in sudden anger, but he cut her off. The teasing smile was still on his face, but his blue eyes glimmered with a certain level of cruel cunning. He was brilliant, he knew he was brilliant, and he hid it just for occasions like this. Occasions where some stupid stuck-up cliche magic professor shot off her mouth. "I think I have it figured out, see. I took Psychology classes to compliment the Medicine and Magic training, and they were quite useful. I figure that the study of the mind would likely go hand-in-hand with the study of Hypnotism. Shouldn't one understand the mind in order to trick it?" The teacher rose, her eyes angry, her mouth opening just to be caught off by Matthew again. "And see, I think I understand yours. Why don't we go with my specialty? Being the perfect man for any woman."
She reached for her ruler, as if planning to beat him with it, and he continued on, eyes growing all the more dangerous. It was almost as if they brightened, the already-light shade of blue turning even lighter.
"You are a vagik that needs taught a lesson."
That froze the teacher in her motions, her eyes widening, her mouth falling open. Matthew spread his arms, and if she had been paying any attention, she might have noticed the soft touch of his Hypnotic aura expanding to wash over her. It was barely there, signaling the most minor use of magic, but it was there. He specifically used the harsh words to draw her attention away from what he would do next. Slowly, he began to send suggestions, flooding them subtly through his aura to tease with her perception of him. Suddenly, to her, Matthew would seem completely different. It was subtle, but it was changes that hit on a subconscious level. They played to basic instincts, they played with the way she was seeing him, and they barely adjusted those things into an image that he wanted to be. Matthew seemed taller, seemed stronger. His pretty-boy good looks seemed to be complimenting a more rugged sort of body and attitude. He seeped confidence, and from somewhere deep inside, he seeped primal urge. When he had once been a student, now he was a man, an almost completely instinctive version of one. She would feel the sexuality oozing from him, the dominance, and note the way his stance suddenly seemed to cause him to loom over her. His very presence overwhelmed hers and demanded that she submit to him, everything and all. The lightest clench of his muscles gave her the impression that if she dare show any signs of resistance, than his body would break that resistance in two.
Just by standing there, by looking at her, by taking a certain pose, and by pressing a certain idea... he had reverted them both to the very beginning of mortal existence. The very base, primal, instinctive urges that even animals had. She was a woman, and he was a man, and there was only one role for each of them. She was his to take in every way possible, and it was as simple as that.
A brief shudder fled through her body, and she desperately reached for words, blinking rapidly to clear the thoughts and impressions from her mind. She had no clue what he was doing, or how she could suddenly be imagining all of this. He had timed his attack perfectly, stunning her and scattering her mind before assaulting it. She needed to recover. Matthew didn't give her the chance, his smile spreading as he changed again.
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He was not interested in giving her a chance to breath. He had visibly seen her catch her breath once, and that was signal enough that on some level, he had touched something in her. Now that she was off her guard, he pressed the advantage, but not with the same thing. He was only giving minor impressions, and making minor suggestions, so much so that they would likely be seen through if she had a chance to gather her mind. That is why he had started off strong and forward, to put her off of her guard. Now he needed to change gears, to cater to something that might actually be there. More so than he thought her desire to be dominated existed. A lot of women had that desire, to some degree. But more often than not, there was a much different way to go about it. More than the average brute. Something that required a delicate touch of a sensual man. His lips curled at the corners, and he continued speaking. While his voice had been husky earlier, deep and rough, it now changed to something calm and light. Teasingly suggestive, enough to make her wonder if it was actually suggestive, or if she was just imagining it. He teasingly injected some loving emotion into his aura, allowing her to feel a slight sense if intimacy filling her. Filling them.
"Perhaps that isn't you, though. Perhaps you just need a soft touch. A gentle touch. A carefully planned touch and series of words that targets all the special things that can only be found through careful and through exploration."
His image had changed now as well, a series of small suggestions once again attempting to tell her how she should see him. He now held himself straight, a calm smile on his face, his slim body on display and his posture held in this professional manner. No longer did he look like a dominant animal ready to break, he now looked more like a seductive gentleman. He looked completely in control, his tone and stance held in check, his eyes and words hinting at bad things, but not actually giving enough of a clue to tell for sure. It was as if he was teasing at her with his ways, testing her out in various little ways to find out what made her shiver. His eyes flicked all over her, and his gaze playfully examined every bit. He was studying her, checking out every little piece, as if planning how he was going to travel it. He was fully confident that he could wrap her around his finger, and it showed. Confidence and control, and patience. Patience to take the hours it would take to find out how her body clicked. How it was constructed, and how it worked as a woman.
He encouraged the suggestions that his body would make, still trying to use his magic in a very elegant and minor way. He phsyically adjusted small aspects of himself to the image that he was trying to construct, and then gently encouraged that image to her mind. He tilted his head, eyes finding her own gaze again, which was now vacant. For a moment, she had lost herself in the little fantasy he had created. He chuckled, his hand reaching out, going for the fingers she had placed onto her ruler. She had forgot them, and that was key. Right now, she was focused on exactly what she needed to be. Her eyes had found his body, his sharp outfit clinging to the definition of slim muscle just right. If anything, she would likely wonder if his fitness would aid in all the things his eyes and posture were promising her. The tone to his voice suggested that it would, especially with the level of confidence he seemed to have.
His touch grazed her fingers, lightly slipping them up the length of her arm to the shoulder. It was the lightest of touches, but it was enough to cause a sensation, and he encouraged that sensation as well. It wasn't the mere touch of fingers on skin, it was more than that. He was suggesting something to her, in her mind. He was giving her an example of how his fingers could move if required. He was doing in such a playful way, as if to see if she would take it that way, or lie and simply ignore the casual motion. He had begun his testing of her body.
It feels so good.
The thought gently slipped into her mind, and she didn't have the wits to consider it might not be her own.
She couldn't help but tremble at the knees, and when Matthew took her hand in his own and helped her sit down, she didn't resist. She needed to rest herself a bit. She needed to get the strength back to her legs.
"You can sit, Miss. Don't worry. I don't need you to do anything. I just to... test some techniques." Once again, a soft suggestion caressed at her. She was fully in his aura, and he took complete advantage.
She could do that. He probably meant magic techniques. She could sit.
Matthew suddenly stepped back, leaving her in a daze, his blue eyes dangerously gleeful. He spread his arms wide, as if showing off a new toy for her, his voice light and playful. "So, what do you think?"
She blinked, the strength flooding back to her body. What had happened? How had she been looking at her student like that? Why were her teeth sunk into her lower lip in such a sharp bite? She felt a bit of anger bubbling in his stomach, and opened her mouth to speak. She was sure he had done something to her, and wouldn't let him get away with it. Like so many times before though, he interrupted before she could speak, his voice painfully innocent and almost child-like, searching for approval from his teacher. "What did you think? It is just a simple application of tricking the mind into thinking that the body is weak, such as the knees, though there is actually no tiredness whatsoever. When the mind thinks this, it automatically sends the urge for the body to sit down. I thought it was neat."
She hesitated, now unsure. She stared at him, trying to read his smiling face, but it was hard to tell. Doubts now tugged at her mind, his simple innocent show cropping up all sorts of questions. If she accused him of something that outlandish and she was wrong, then that would bring trouble down on both her and the school. Who would even use Hypnotism to do what she had just felt? Could someone even do that? It wasn't like he had changed his appearance with Illusion, or not that she could tell. He was naturally a certain sort of "elegant handsome", almost dark and mysterious. Not dark really, but more... she wasn't sure. He was just a mystery, and it could be considered attractive. But why was she suddenly thinking all of these thoughts? Was it him, or was it her? Her mind now riddled with doubt, she waved a dismissive hand, finding her voice and applying the normally cold tone. "It was fine. It still wasn't the correct application of the listed study plan. It doesn't even have anything to do with the listed subject material, besides being a fairly useless technique that might only be able to help play pranks." Matthew expected the retort, and let his face fall in practiced fake disappointment, nodding dejectedly. "Alright, miss. Sorry to take up your time."
She crossed her arms and went back to her work, her entire body buzzing with frustration and annoyance. He merely turned, leaving the classroom, his smile wide and devious, his eyes shimmering with multiple playful emotions.
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Lores -Not fearing overgiving -Frustrated by structured education -Disarming a professor with hypnotism -Practicing seductive and hypnotic arts on your teacher
Notes :
Interesting thread, and since you asked for some advice I'll give you what I can. I'm certainly no expert in Seduction, however I know a bit about magic having a PC who uses it a lot. Hypnosis is a tricky magic in my opinion, its limits are much more difficult to define and its side effects are mostly mental. Hypnotists are the wizards who are more likely than others to go mad, knowing other wizards that says something. The reason for this is that Hypnotists can be effected by their own powers, as in suggestions might echo in their own skulls if they are not careful.
This being said you used a lot of it for your level, meaning that adverse effects would start to show on your PC. Mental and physical since you are using Djed with each suggestion or emotional response. Just a future reference for future hypnotism use.
If you have any comments/questions/concerns about your grade please PM me and we will work something out.
