"... I do not want to cross the threshold to the sound of demonic or angelic laughter."

[breakuliquid]

[There's a fight that has spilled into the hallway. The ghostly Boss, outmyafterlife, has squared off against what used to be Talib near the room hosting the Ocelots' birthday celebration and the spectacle may be audible or even visible to those who are sensitive to the dead. Possibly even those who are not sensitive, as Talib's rage has influenced the living

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It's OUTMYAFTERLIFE. XD

[outmyafterlife]

[What is the consequence for failure? She doesn't know. Even she cannot tell what will happen if he succeeds in his task. But there is rage, so much rage and she has lost so much power in this place that all she can do is dodge and attack, springing back to avoid the dangerous blows only to hurl self forward, striking for the eyes, for what weak points her clever mind analyses. It is rare for the Boss to lose composure. Even now she appears calm, her expression cold, but anger blazes in her eyes

I`m tagging from the Middle Ages, gimme a break! XD

[breakuliquid]

[There`s another scream of outrage as an eye is lost, but not without injury to the one who took it. His form shrinks, the neck extends out and the face mutates into something reptilian.]

[The basilisk flickes a long, forked tongue, poison dripping from the tip. Six legs scramble the bulbous body towards the agile woman with unexpected speed. The toothy mouth opens and strong jaws snap at her leg, hissing and thrashing his heavy tail.]

[Pain had done little to halt Talib in life; in death it meant nearly nothing.]

Yaaaay, thank you

[outmyafterlife]

[For one who could float, it was unnecessary to use the legs. Still, she bites back a scream of pain, tearing her leg free and striking out again to the eyes. It will hinder the wretched monster, at least.]

[Her rage cannot be halted, but she knows this is dangerous. She wanted Sorrow, her Unit, her son - whether the one by birth or the one by choice - but there was no time for such weakness. She struck out at the eye, feeling her own pain tearing through her. Her power is weakening. Determination keeps it going.]

[breakuliquid]

[The creature bucks and rears back, a lion`s roar erupting from the already deforming throat at the loss of his other eye. He could regrow them in time, but that was time he didn`t have. ]

[The hallway doesn`t seem to grow, but somehow the huge new monstrosity manages to fit...Bones bleached white contort themselves, a chain of dead stone leading to an empty skull, "arms" erupting from his sides to end in scythes, the horror clicks and clacks and sobs like a child. The long jaw hangs low to show the rows of jagged fangs as the head sways from side to side, searching for an opening...]

[volginswaifu]

[Stare.]

/Well. That's...strange./

[He's just going to turn back around now before he gets in trouble.]

[breakuliquid]

[Talib's laughter comes from the...thing, mad and mocking as ever. It's directed at the woman he fights, but it echoes through the halls.]

[volginswaifu]

...

[WALKING AWAY FASTER.]

[breakuliquid]

[The freakish beast throws its body to the side to avoid a strike from the woman it's fighting. Familiar laughter bubbles from it, Talib's face visible at the head...]

[breakuliquid]

[The sounds of a child crying and the click-clack-clicking of bone accompany the new form...The monstrosity moves swiftly as it fights the other spirit, but Raiden is spotted during a dodge.]

[A tail of bone darts out as if to wrap around him.]