#muse: markathew farthem

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Markathew listened to his apprentice, he focused his eyes and his mind on the young man and his concern only grew. It was strange to watch thoughts and memories try to slip their way out of a mind he had always known to be keen and quick. Stranger still to see years added to the very young face that was turned toward him and through both the blindfold and closed kids it was still possible to see the older man with sharp features and odd golden eyes.

“Why shouldn’t you have been scourged?” Markathew felt a cold pit in his stomach as he anticipated the answer, but forced himself to ask anyway. He guided Baribus to a chair and then sat himself opposite, leaned forward and folded his hands. Worried that the young-old man would become more distressed without contact to anchor him in blindness he made sure to brush his mind against his apprentice as he peered into the swirling thoughts and memories.

It was only after asking that he had realized yet another change. Of course over the short year he had known the young man, his accent had lost many of its hard edges. He’d become properly educated, and had been working hard to adopt a new persona. Yes…yes that was what had been strange… The gentlemanly figure that his apprentice had been working so hard to craft, he was looking at it realized, perfected from many years of work until that was the only Baribus to exist….

Markathew sat up in his chair and stared at the young man across from him with a new understanding in his own white eyes.

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leerofthevinegaroons​:

Baribus listened and set his jaw. No. The life he lived before was not a dream nor a fabrication. He WAS a Scourman and had undergone training as such. How to see the details and the whole picture at once, how to detect even the minutest details, and how to recognize people and anticipate their intentions through their actions and body language. Not to mention all the people he knew or had known before this whole debacle…

“Sir, with all due respect,” he said in a low tenor voice, “unless you know someone who knows a young man named Theodore Becktel who should be a schoolboy now but will be a lieutenant in the Caribbean in ten years, or Jack Aubrey who is likely just beginning his career but will be a captain in that time as well, or Arnold Stewart the concometrist of South End who gave me all the chemicals I’d need for caring for my eyes and sthenicon…”

Each name brought up memories of each person and his memories with them. Truthfully, he didn’t know if he was doing the right thing, but he could feel his master’s concern for him and the thought that he might have received these memories from the scourging. But how could he when he had them before they began?

He then pursed his lips and decided to try his luck. “Sir,” he said as quietly as he had before. “If I had had these memories only after my scourging, that would have been one thing… But I had them before it, sir. You might not believe me, but I did have them before.”

Despite being primarily a psychic, Markathew kept only at the very edges of the minds around him. He had honed his skill in the way that Scourmen honed their eyes, to widen out their focus to take in all at once, or to examine a single detail with the fineness of a telescope and bring items into sharp detail. As each image and presumed-memory was brought to the forefront of his apprentice’s mind, the elder Videre drew it close to himself and examined it. He considered the knowledge and the skills that Baribus possessed which he had not taught the young man, the investigative and tracking, the smallest adjustments of the muscles around the eyes in order to flip through the various layers of a Scourman’s sight - not anything to be learned from a Trueman such as himself and yet - there it was.

Still, he did set that down in the category for possibly being absorbed during the scourging process. There were plenty of Scourmen in the room, and in the academy around them. This did not entirely support either theory.

Names and dates on the other hand.... this was much more difficult to ignore or write-off. “I do in fact know a man named Arnold Stewart.” Markathew smiled. “He is well-known for assisting in the care of apprentice’s eyes after they have been remade. But...I confess I don’t know any Becktels personally. Some of the furniture and even the newer buildings were constructed by the family. The Harlow family are an old name.”  Order of events could not be ignored either. The change in Baribus had indeed happened before, only a second before, but it was before the scourging took hold, before he had sensed the prying open of his mind.

“I do believe you.” The old Videre leaned back in his chair and sighed. “I believe that something, at the very least, has gone wrong. What it is....I don’t know. Whether your mind began to piece together different things and create Though the action couldn’t be seen by the blind apprentice, he shook his head. “I do know of someone, however, that is more familiar with such events going awry and as soon as your head has ceased aching and your eyes recovered we will go speak with him.” After one more sigh Farthem stood and crossed the room to fetch some medicines. “Until such time, I am curious as to how this has affected memories of this...life, for a lack of a better term. What can you recall from before today?”

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Baribus reached blindly about as he was guided to the chair, his only knowledge of it coming from his own master’s drifting thoughts. Those he let drift anyway. Even so, the young man’s head hurt all the more as he tried to keep his mind focused. But the brush of his mentor’s mind soothed the ache, and he quickly reached out for it.

It was a strange and frightening thing to wake up in a past that was so like and unlike your own. Like going to sleep and waking up in a dream real enough to think you were awake. This had to be a dream. this couldn’t possibly be anything else.

“B-because I’ve already been scourged,” Baribus answered, the headache making it difficult to speak or even string words together. “I was chosen as a scourman… but now I wake up to find myself becoming a trueman…”

He turned his head, blind, covered eyes aching as he tried to look beyond his eyelids at the figure beside him. “I think this is a dream,” he said in a soft voice. “No… I’m almost certain of it… none of this could be if it wasn’t…”

The more the young videre thought about it, the more the dream theory made sense. But then, how did he intend to wake up? And how could he do it while he was still asleep? Yes, he’d roused himself plenty a time when he felt himself lucid dreaming. But this… this was another matter altogether and he wasn’t sure if he was really dreaming or not…

The old videre had sat up to look more closely at his apprentice, at the way in which years were somehow added to the young man’s frame. No...they were not on his frame, they were on his mind. His mind was weighed down with decades of lived experience. He was inclined at first to disregard this theory and presume that what his young apprentice was experiencing was an affect of the scouring. It happened sometimes, those who were not adequately prepared absorbing too much from the minds around him, and Markathew was inclined to settle for that explanation.

But there was the thing that had hovered about the young man’s head, had covered his eyes with its hand and then turned its featureless face on the old Trueman...and it had opened its mouth in a smile full of shark’s teeth...

He slowly and deliberately blinked his eyes. “I was afraid that was what you’d say.” Markathew’s voice was a low murmur barely above a whisper, he always spoke in such a tone and yet was always easily heard by everyone he addressed. He drew in a slow breath, held it a moment, and then just as slowly let it out as he leaned forward again and folded his gnarled hands. “Just before they began...” He paused to chose his words. “I did hear you. But-” Markathew held up a hand to prevent argument.

“I must consider that perhaps this may be an affect of scourging itself.” He smiled ruefully, “There are many young men who do not handle becoming a Trueman with such grace and they take too much from those around them - they become different men... perhaps a way to put it would be that their identity becomes muddled among those of all the other minds they touch in that first moment.” Was it possible though for an entire life to be created in that moment? Markathew loosened his tight hold on his thoughts and allowed those questions to drift to Baribus.

This theory, the first and most simple, needed to be explored before they could move on to something more outlandish.

Markathew listened to his apprentice, he focused his eyes and his mind on the young man and his concern only grew. It was strange to watch thoughts and memories try to slip their way out of a mind he had always known to be keen and quick. Stranger still to see years added to the very young face that was turned toward him and through both the blindfold and closed kids it was still possible to see the older man with sharp features and odd golden eyes.

“Why shouldn’t you have been scourged?” Markathew felt a cold pit in his stomach as he anticipated the answer, but forced himself to ask anyway. He guided Baribus to a chair and then sat himself opposite, leaned forward and folded his hands. Worried that the young-old man would become more distressed without contact to anchor him in blindness he made sure to brush his mind against his apprentice as he peered into the swirling thoughts and memories.

It was only after asking that he had realized yet another change. Of course over the short year he had known the young man, his accent had lost many of its hard edges. He’d become properly educated, and had been working hard to adopt a new persona. Yes…yes that was what had been strange… The gentlemanly figure that his apprentice had been working so hard to craft, he was looking at it realized, perfected from many years of work until that was the only Baribus to exist….

Markathew sat up in his chair and stared at the young man across from him with a new understanding in his own white eyes.

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Baribus reached blindly about as he was guided to the chair, his only knowledge of it coming from his own master's drifting thoughts. Those he let drift anyway. Even so, the young man's head hurt all the more as he tried to keep his mind focused. But the brush of his mentor's mind soothed the ache, and he quickly reached out for it.

It was a strange and frightening thing to wake up in a past that was so like and unlike your own. Like going to sleep and waking up in a dream real enough to think you were awake. This had to be a dream. this couldn't possibly be anything else.

"B-because I've already been scourged," Baribus answered, the headache making it difficult to speak or even string words together. "I was chosen as a scourman... but now I wake up to find myself becoming a trueman..."

He turned his head, blind, covered eyes aching as he tried to look beyond his eyelids at the figure beside him. "I think this is a dream," he said in a soft voice. "No... I'm almost certain of it... none of this could be if it wasn't..."

The more the young videre thought about it, the more the dream theory made sense. But then, how did he intend to wake up? And how could he do it while he was still asleep? Yes, he'd roused himself plenty a time when he felt himself lucid dreaming. But this... this was another matter altogether and he wasn't sure if he was really dreaming or not...

Markathew listened to his apprentice, he focused his eyes and his mind on the young man and his concern only grew. It was strange to watch thoughts and memories try to slip their way out of a mind he had always known to be keen and quick. Stranger still to see years added to the very young face that was turned toward him and through both the blindfold and closed kids it was still possible to see the older man with sharp features and odd golden eyes.

“Why shouldn’t you have been scourged?” Markathew felt a cold pit in his stomach as he anticipated the answer, but forced himself to ask anyway. He guided Baribus to a chair and then sat himself opposite, leaned forward and folded his hands. Worried that the young-old man would become more distressed without contact to anchor him in blindness he made sure to brush his mind against his apprentice as he peered into the swirling thoughts and memories.

It was only after asking that he had realized yet another change. Of course over the short year he had known the young man, his accent had lost many of its hard edges. He’d become properly educated, and had been working hard to adopt a new persona. Yes…yes that was what had been strange… The gentlemanly figure that his apprentice had been working so hard to craft, he was looking at it realized, perfected from many years of work until that was the only Baribus to exist….

Markathew sat up in his chair and stared at the young man across from him with a new understanding in his own white eyes.

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