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"Thank you...Entropy....but I was already planning something along that line.....well, maybe I can get Vilsig back into fighting shape, at least..."

 

Wilson put his burning hand near Vilsig. Suddenly, a jolt of pain coursed through it. A veil of shadow energy leaped forth from Wilson's hand, and circled around Vilsig, giving him enough energy to become solid.

 

(Okay, so @Lord_Battal Vilsig can now regain strength from devouring nightmare fuel, i'd imagine.)

Wilson put an arm out in front of Lewis to stop him. The one that didn't have a burning hand. He flicked his wrist, and the flames turned jet-black. He did it again and the flames died out.

 

"Hmm.....I wonder what I can do now....desperate times, desperate measures...."

 

(Wilson now has some low-level shadowy powers.)

A ghost approached them.

 

"..What the...?!.....they usually don't show up so far away from their graves!.....it's a ghost..."

 

Wilson readied a spear. The ghost had more definition to it's body than a mere floating blob of ectoplasm. It still retained the shape of a man in his thirties.

 

"No...now hold on....no need to get violent. I'm a friend!.....i've been looking for you, Mr. Higgsbury."

Everett looked at the ghost with a look of curiosity, while quickly fumbling with the satchel he was carrying, pulling out the goggles and its scribing tools. Taking a sheet of papyrus, Everett streched the goggles over its face and stared at the ghost, while simultaneously writing furiously on the papyrus in calligraphy.

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