Carnatis Inviktus(Reserved)

[Silentdarkness1]

"Everett.....I was wondering where you'd gotten to."

[Battal]

Vilsig still doesn't move, save for his chest raising up and down with each ragged breath. 

 

(@DwerBomb, Silent, I see you're on.)

Edited July 22, 2014 by Lord_Battal

[DwerBomb]

Alma, who finally has vomited all she could vomit, falls on her knees.

"I...Vilsig...Vilsig?"

She turns to the shadow creature.

"...Ehi Vilsig...come on...stop joking around..."

[Battal]

Vilsig gives a small twitch at the sound of Alma's voice, but remains seemingly near-death.

[Silentdarkness1]

(@ Come on. You're just leaving me hanging now)

[DwerBomb]

Alma glares at him and crawls until she reaches him.

Then she weakly punches Vilsig on his arm.

"Come on...you can't...you can't die on me!"

[Battal]

Vilsig gives a single jolt; then his breathing stops altogether.

[Silentdarkness1]

(Screw it, Pecival. When you decide to pay attention to this rp, then i'll pay Everett attention.)

 

"I think I know what'll help him....I really wish I didn't have to do this, though. Alma, help me carry him."

 

Wilson grabbed hold of Vilsig's lower half and tried to pick him up.

[DwerBomb]

A tear suddenly drops from her right eye.

Just the first of many.

As with her trambling, watery eyes she stares at Vilsig, she whispers in a broken voice:

"...Vilsig...Vilsig?"

Then she turns to Wilson, and after some seconds she helps him picking Vilsig up.

Edited July 22, 2014 by DwerBomb

[Silentdarkness1]

Wilson and Alma carried Vilsig away.

Edited July 22, 2014 by Silentdarkness1

[Hugos10]

I climb off Vilsig's head.

"Is the fight over?" I ask.

 

 

[DwerBomb]

Alma answers in a trambling voice:

"Y-yes...it's over..."

[Silentdarkness1]

"...Damnit.....this is worse....than I thought...."

 

"We will follow the scientist fleshling. Follow, Marcy."

 

WX-78 followed after them.

[DwerBomb]

Marcy pulls Lewis's sleeve.

"Alright, let's go."

He says.

And so the two follow Wx-78.

[Silentdarkness1]

Wilson and Alma carried Vilsig to a strange device in the middle of a patch of savanna. It was a floating wooden triangle of some sort, with a large purple gem adorning the center of it. Wilson set Vilsig down, and sighed, mentally preparing himself. He put a hand on the purple gem. Almost immediately, a powerful energy pulse radiated from it, the pain dropping Wilson onto a knee.

[Percival]

(I find it better, actually, that you don't acknowledge Everett.

 

And I keep forgetting about the forums.)

 

Following behind the group, Everett gripped the jar, and opened it, stared into the jar, then closed it aburptly.

[DwerBomb]

Marcy could hear something opening.

Like a bottle. Or a jar.

She whispers into Lewis's ear:

"Was that Everett?"

Lewis looks back and sees him holding the jar.

"Yup."

Marcy turns back.

"I am sorry for not introducing myself to you. My name is Marcy. Nice to meet you."

She does a little bow, as usual.

[Percival]

Staring at the jar, Everett looked up at Marcy and gave a respectful nod.

 

(As far as I know, it doesn't know that she is blind.)

[Silentdarkness1]

Wilson groaned, but kept his hand on the gem. Then his hand burst into flames. Wilson cursed under his breath and pulled his hand away.

[DwerBomb]

Lewis puts a hand in his hair.

"Oh right, Everett. She is blind. Oh, and Marcy...he is speachless."

He blushes.

"What a bad situation...he usually writes over papers what he wants to say. Do you mind if I say to you what he does?"

Marcy shakes her head.

"Well, he gave you a respectful nod."

Marcy smiles.

"Thank you, sir."

After hearing Wilson's groan, they both turn in his direction.

"What's happening?"

"Wilson is doing something...to save Vilsig I guess..."

Alma is crawled next to Vilsig.

Her eyes, still watery, have stopped dropping tears and now show a threatening glance directed to Vilsig.

Edited July 22, 2014 by DwerBomb

[Battal]

(What exactly is Wilson doing?)

[Silentdarkness1]

(Tapping into the Shadow Manipulator, and borrowing Their power for a moment or two.)

[Battal]

A spasm shoots through Vilsig, like someone hit him with an electric shock.  Other than that, not much else happens.

[Blewcheese]

Entropy (Who was definately being useful) Followed Wilson and observed Vilsig during the process. "If I might intervene, I may be able to get some life our friend here... He's made of a similar darkness that I am, you see." Five small, handlike tendrils of darkness seep out of Entropy by his feet, and grab onto Vilsig.

[Battal]

The combination of Entropy and Wilson's attempts seem to do something; for Vilsig suddenly begins to shrink and morph, his body forming into a more human shape.  When his transformation stops, he looks like a thinner version of Wilson, except with a swirlier variation of his hairstyle and terrifyingly long fingers and claws.  He has no defining features whatsoever save for two pale, white eyes.  He is also completely see-though to the point where he's almost invisible.

 

"Oh, great.  This again."  Vilsig says in a weak, quiet voice.