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Zaoth easily powers through the fey's spell, and manages to dodge such that the worst of her strike misses him, though it still hurts without a doubt. He steps back and tries to take a shot at the fey woman but isn't great with a gun and misses.
Ope, sorry. Wrote something up and then closed the tab. I’ll get my action up tomorrow or Sunday.
Zaoth chuckles, a terrible thing, and looks the woman dead in the eyes as he tries to twist his telekinetic tendrils ever tighter. Into his words, too, he twists magic. Full of dread and anger and a thirst for vengeance he says, ”No.”
Zaoth yells in pain as the cold surrounds him. Moving a body quickly is clearly not something he's used to. Despite the confusion caused by the fey's glances, he reaches out at the middle woman with tendrils of telekinetic force, trying to entangle her and keep her from casting any spells.
Zaoth bides his time, standing stiller than any mortal should be able to. His eyes snap to the women, and he says, ”This has been an odd sort of day, what with the dimensional horror trying to eat this shred of our reality.”
Zaoth grabs Jennifer’s arm. Relying again on a mortal wounded his pride, but if he didn’t he’d be a goner for sure.
Zaoth mutters a curse that could probably shatter minds if anyone else heard it before following Median and Joseph. These mortals were competent. Unfortunately.
Zaoth looks around. "Hm. Rear door. Must be. Couldn't have gone anywhere else."
”Not quite. We have time left before it vanishes entirely. At most, hours. No time to dawdle. Let’s follow that thief. If they got in here, they may know a way out.”
Zaoth growls, "The ward around the building...it just collapsed. Whatever's out there can now get in here."
Zaoth groans in anger. "Damnation. Little we can do now, though. I suppose we press on."
Zaoth roars, ”Not so fast!” Opting for a more direct approach, Zaoth’s tendrils of force reach out and wrap around the thief.
Zaoth reaches out with tendrils of telekinetic force and grabs hold of the thief's ankles, trying to pull them out from under her. "You won't get away so easily!"
"This bodes...poorly. Let us see what awaits us. If we fail to find anything of use, though, I say we head towards the History of Fever exhibit. I have an idea, though one that may need some more arcane power than I can supply myself. Ross is a useful instrument, but this dimension lacks the," Zaoth pauses, muttering to himself in a language that sounds like the feeling of being home alone as a child and realizing someone's watching you. "It lacks the thaumaturgical precision of where I hail from."
Zaoth sneers, ”Does it matter? Who among you truly chooses in life? Greater wheels than mortality always turn, and Ross is lucky not to be crushed beneath them. Compared to others of my kind, I am merciful. His continued existence is proof of that. I ask of him to act, and when he does, he is rewarded. At times, direct control is needed. Times such as these. Now then, I suggest we start from the bottom. The basement.”
Zaoth thunders in Ross' head, Before his eyes roll back into his head and a sickening grin full of almost too many teeth spreads across his face, Ross is barely able to squeak out, "Zaoth's coming." His voice is terrifying, like someone speaking as they breathe in, instead of when they breathe out, "It is refreshing to be in a body again. I get so very bored cooped up in Ross' head all day. It seems to me as if this situation needs direction. It seems much of this place has not yet been surveyed. I say we explore the rest and try to find a way to re-seal that damned ooze. My...people, if you can call them that, fought against the beast for ages before it could be imprisoned, and the greatest among us makes your strongest mages look like mewling children."
Must’ve misinterpreted the demon. I thought it was the thing that had made the holes, rather than being a side effect. Well, chock it up to Zaoth being decently evil and having all the subtlety of a sledgehammer.
”If we can, we seal them shut.” He looks at the demon, ”If it must die, it must die.”
Zaoth scowls, "What do you offer? Speak quickly, for my patience grows thin."
Ross mutters softly, "Oh no..." With very little warning, his eyes roll back into his head and his mouth contorts into a painfully wide grin as his head jerks towards Nurai. His natural voice still speaks, but is almost drowned out by a raspy, atonal, utterly inhuman one, [i]"Nurai. It is good to finally make your acquaintance in the flesh! Zaoth, at your service." His gaze jerks back to the bat creature, "Care to help me defeat this beast?"
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