Kin thought for a moment. He didnt like having too many passengers at once, but at least these would be advantageous in far greater amounts than the typical bystander.
"Alright they can come. I will need to re-splinter him to get inside. His body has had time to calm itself down, so that window of time has passed. This means I may need to get a little physical, so just bear with me..."
Kin walked back over to Dorian, then looked at the others. "When your ready, take my hand. Physical contact will let me drag you in with me. Your free to join me as well Damien."
Then he took out a small cloth and blindfolded Dorian, sitting him down on a rock.
"Wha...What are you doing to me?"
"Shhhh... dont worry. Im not gonna hurt you. Just relax...." Kin replied, his voice soothing.
He gave him a hearty pat on the back, then began to rub his shoulders, massaging them.
"Does that feel good?"
"Yes... yes it does...." Dorian replied, his voice calming down....
"Good.... Now just relax..."
A breif moment of calm silience, then... WHACK! Kin suddenly struck his head hard with his elbow. Muy Thai. He had learned some of the basics a few years ago. Kin quickly placed a hand on his head and held the other, outstretched to the group. "Quickly now.." He said before he was in a trance like state.
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Kin stood inside of what looked like a Casino...... In fact he was pretty sure that's what it was. One of those gambling houses popping up across America.
"Horribly cliche on his part" Kin thought to himself. "Although it makes sense. some of these places were built to keep people in, and there were always men hired by the owners to deal with trouble makers. Security, "Bouncers" if his memory was correct.
The building bustled with activity as suddenly the mind was occupied. Members of the rich upper class gambled, drank, laughed. A tactical advantage for Kin: a crowd to blend into. Sure enough, he himself was dressed as one of them. Until Dorian figured it out, Kin would just be another figment of his imagination. The most important part of entering the mind in the beginning, was blending in the the projections. So Kin walked to a table and reached into his pocket, putting down chips at the roulette table. Kin had done this hundreds of times, and often not known what exactly the inside would be like. He was turning into a great "improv" actor.
(This was part of the reason Kin wore the mask. Though his was meant for combat purposes as well, its primary use was to conceal his identity so as to make imperiomancy easier. Many imperiomancers, at least in the Rhyle, were fond of this tactic. It might be a small tribal mask, or the ball room type, it just had to hid the face. Now that he was inside, Kin no longer need the mask, for Dorian had never seen his face on the outside. It was too dark in the cave when Dorian entered for him to see Kin quickly conceal himself with it. On the outside, Kin was using the gold of the mask to project what alternated between first and third person images of himself and what he was seeing inside like some sort of television screen. Although he would probably no longer be capable of holding the projection when things became heated inside.)
The lighting all around him was sort of low, though not inhibiting. He scoured the room, looking for signs of Dorian or heavy security. Sure enough, two larger men with guns were stationed at a door in the back. Looking around further, he saw several other doors as well. "Alright guys. Somebody get down here and show me what Im doing. The juicy stuff is hidden in another part of his mind." Kin could feel it, he didnt know, but he just did in a weird sort of way, that the Casino was a front. Going through any of the back doors would probably reveal a different part of him in the form of a different scene.
