Jeffrey smiles widely and with glee as Myitt grabs his head, and he feels something slithering and slimy edge through his ear. He winces as a sharp pain hits his head, and the ringing in his mind gets even louder. But the change in circumstances doesn't last, and he suddenly finds himself...drifting away from the world. Out of focus. Jeffrey laughs a bit lightly, like he's tipsy, and then stumbles back into the bar. His hands find a place to prop himself up onto it, but he can barely seem to get a handle on them. Eventually...Jeffre y can't find his body at all.
He is drifting, almost floating, within the confines of his own mind. <<Haha. ...She's probably going to see the brain lesions in there, no doubt about that. Jeffrey is not right in the head, no he isn't! Heehee!!>> Jeffrey's thought vision of himself appears to grin nastily. <<...finally. Someone's trying to hypnotize me. Maybe I can get free of the nightmare, for just a blessed moment!>>
But he can't, of course, and it would be nearly the very first thing she'd find. The lingering, haunting images that plague him every time he uses his powers. The image of the tiny child, his own sister, putting a gun to her own head and blowing her own brains out. Her horrible, muffled screams from his parents' bedroom. He tries to redirect his own thoughts from this, while he can, if he still has any control. To bring forth better images. Better times.
His thoughts skip briefly between the nightmares he himself had caused--- The bloodshed, the violence, the careful planning and showmanship of each major event--- A thrill runs right up his spine, as if experiencing them for the first time. The distance so sharpened his thoughts! But better subjects, better subjects! He could share later.
He then focuses on himself, on the man wearing the purple and gold jacket and the grinning masquerade mask. On the Master Dome, and the gleaming silver-white view of it that can be seen from his own penthouse. A vast, sprawling metropolis, with human beings darting quickly across the ground and floating past his window or glowing with light. Rosie, his red-haired teenage daughter, laying her head on his shoulder for a brief moment.
<<Hello in there! Do you like what you see? My name is Void Valmont. Mind Melter. Jeffrey Barnes sometimes, but I've never had a love affair with the moniker my rotten father gave me! You should hear a humming sound. Yeah, it's annoying, but try it out! Sing.>>