08-16-2017, 04:48 PM
(08-16-2017, 01:16 PM)achroma Wrote:(08-15-2017, 07:37 PM)AustinLB90 Wrote: *Austin backs up quickly as the writer goes out then quickly turns to danu*
"Should we kill writer? I dont think feizel will like that but..."
(08-16-2017, 12:31 PM)OdinYggd Wrote: "I'd rather not if he's still alive enough to come back to his senses, but where'd the Feizels go?!"
Danu was still in the water, clinging to the edge catching her breath before climbing out. She makes a good effort, and hoists herself out of the water despite her heavy wet clothes, rolling away from the water's edge so she's not likely to get pulled back in by the monster.
"It figures, I manage to rescue one of them and they both disappear without a trace.
Writer shambles towards Austin, picking up his signature vantablack scythe. The ooze continues to drip leaving a black smudge in his wake. The sound of steel being dragged on stone echos in the cavern. He lunges at Austin, trying to grab his neck, with his cold stone hands.
"Feizel is gone from all realities now... Cebron made sure of that."
As the sound of steel on stone slowly allies itself with the soft lapping of water against the edges of it's pool, the notable presence of a soft breeze is felt, but it's odd. It''s flowing down, not up. The settling of foot by foot accompanied nothing, as the crystalline figure finally braved the stairway. Arriving at the bottom in time to see writer lunge towards the true avali. It froze up as it saw the odd surroundings, and was in little position to help, looking up and around for something. Something was missing. But it did not stop to wonder yet as the purple sheen flooded back to it's form, filling entirely once more as the glow began to manifest outwardly in a harshe light cast across it's surroundings.
Small clusters of purple gem crackled about springing up where the light was cast strongest around it's legs, as a spark of energy shot between them. Veins of the material crackling through the floor spreading ever so slowly between every single crevice in the floor, coating sections of the surface in a thin layer of the same material. It wasn't a bright light, but it hurt to look directly at it. Like something poked at the inside of your eye if you stared but quickly faded when looking away. It took a step forwards, and left a trail in it's wake, casting only more material down where the light now fell while the patch before remained, rather than fading like before.