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[Yes, he's still at the clinic. Yes, he's still a bit injured and mentally unstable. No, he does not look any happier. It's a less silent anger than before, and his eyes are more focused, however.]

It never ends around here, does it, hmmm? It looks like someone's trying to have their own little fun with mind control. Pathetic attempt, if you'll ask me. Even more pathetic: hostages? I mean, really? Give up while you're ahead.


Filtered to the Tenth Doctor // Unhackable

Keep your mental walls up. I know you slept through practically every class on telepathy back at Academy, but now's not the time for your usual lazy stupidity.

And is it just me, or is there something not quite right your future self? When I sense him, something's simply....off. Even during the day hours.


Filtered to the Eleventh Doctor // Unhackable

You. Where are you. You've stopped visiting, my dear, and something's off with your mind.

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[verydistinct]

An out patient that visits a lot, you could say. That way I get what needs to be done finished, and still get some care.

[Could be worse. Could be an exact Jack Harkness clone!]

The name's Kenneth Crane.

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

Riiiight. [A shrug.] Harold Saxon. A pleasure, I suppose.

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[verydistinct]

Helps avoid infections and other bad things.

[That, and while he's there no trouble's gonna come up as long as he can stop it.]

So what's this about mind control?

[His night time hypnotism is mostly just not interfere with anything and not notice what's going on with the moon.]

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[He leans back in his bed.]

Mass mind control, only during the hours of the life. A bit rudimentary, and crude, but it seems to be getting the job more than done. I haven't tracked a source yet.

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[verydistinct]

But you've managed to keep it from affecting you.

[Not a question of that.]

How?

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

Simple, I'm not human. [It's casual, as always, and he crosses his arms.] I'm particularly able at mental shielding.

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[verydistinct]

You were taught that though, right? It possible for a human to learn that?

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

Doubtful. You humans just don't have the mental capacity for it.

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[verydistinct]

You'd be surprised at what humans can do with the right motivation.

[Like firing two bullets with a bolt action rifle in less than a second.]

If it were possible, what kind of things would need to be taught?

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

It's not possible. Simple as that.

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[verydistinct]

I bet a human in this place could. Not everything follows your world's rules. Now-

[Stop being a bit growly there, Kenneth.]

What kind of things would be taught?

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[His eyes narrow slightly. His patience hasn't been too great as of late.]

I don't particularly take well to attitudes like yours, nor do I care to constantly repeat myself. Your stupid ape brains cannot biologically do it.

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[verydistinct]

And they say humans biologically shoot fire from their hands, but I'm pretty sure someone here does that to. If it's so hard for you to grasp things being different, let's pretend it's just a person- not necessarily human, and capable as you say.

What kind of training and other things are learned for this?


[[I predict a point in the semi-far if not far future when the Master eats his words and Eliot resists the mind control. Even if Eliot's already got a foot in the door when it's willpower against another.]]

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It's years of training. Decades, even. Even for a Time Lord, it takes time.

[He leans back in his bed.]

And I don't care to tell you just how we're trained. Deal with it.

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[verydistinct]

Which there's nothing but of here.

[There's something of a silent snarl. Not that he's going to push this guy further, but he's got one of those looks of being frustrated at being unable to do anything. Even running his good hand through his hair, grabbing at it a bit.]

Fine. You won't be the only one who knows how to deal with it. Not like there's a reason to try and twist your arm about this kinda thing. My apologies for pushing.