Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-72.205.23.158-20191126141235/@comment-39323068-20191128202446

The mentor was stacking papers as Rhys walked in. “Ah, Mr. Reimar,” the mentor said. “Today we’re testing you for—“ She looked down at one of the sheets of paper. “Washing.”

Washing? Rhys had always thought that was a scary ability. To make someone forget, it was like taking a piece of who they were.

“Now then,” the mentor continued. “You’re going to make me try to forget that you came in here. Okay? Think of it like digging into my memories, and pulling out that exact one.” Rhys nodded. It’s not like he would manifest then, since he was past the prime manifesting age. And besides, he had tested for washing in the past, but it was clear that he wasn’t a washer. That was a long time ago, a small voice in the back of his head spoke. He brushed it aside.

Rhys lifted his hands to the mentor’s temple. “Concentrate,” she told him. Rhys tried to use the techniques he learned in PE, in levitation and sprinting, etc. Just use your mind and use that energy to wash away her memories. Simple. Rhys stretched out his concentration, using the energy to reach out to the mentor’s mind, and trying grab onto that memory.

Glimpses of her memory flooded into his mind. Rhys jumped back, but his fingers were still on her temple. He took the memory and... washed it away.

“Ah, so you’re a washer,” the mentor said with a look of awe. Rhys’ eyes were bulging out of their sockets. Washer, washer, washer, washer, washer. The words echoed in his mind. Washer, washer, washer, washer, washer.

“S-sorry, I—“ Rhys ran out of the classroom.

Washer, washer, washer, washer, washer.