[center][h1]Gilliam DeWitt and Nasaraph Sana[/h1][/center]

"Unfortunately," Gilliam said, stepping forward toward Samoth, "Only Alto has been permitted to ascend. I'm afraid you will have to remain hearrrrrRRRRGGGG!"

Gilliam had reached forward and grabbed Samoths arm, perhaps to escort him out, but as he did so he felt the oddest sensation in his hand. It was as though all the cells in his hand, previously leased to his will, sudden;y began running wild. He couldn't feel them anymore, not like he could before, and as though it were water without a container to hold it the flesh of his hand spread out into a flat, flesh colored pancake of an appendage that he quickly pulled back. He took a concerned step back from Samoth, then another, then another, staring down at his hand until he felt control re-assert itself. The cells marched again to his will and he bound them back into their proper shape. 

"Anathema!" He spit the word, looking back up at Samoth while clutching his hastily reformed hand. His eyes were wide and wild, like an animals, and there was a bit of drool creeping down from the side of his mouth. "What are you?"

Naseraph took the opportunity to spring forward and rest the flat of his palm against Gilliam's back. "Stop interfering." The bird boy said in a hoarse whisper before there was what felt like a great rush of air as he took the aura he had stored up in his body and projected it. An invisible sphere of pure force expanded from the point of contact, as tall and wide as Gilliam himself, and Nasaraph took this energy and [b]pushed[/b]. 

There was a sound like a giant balloon exploding as Gilliam was sent tumbling, past Samoth, end over end across the floor. He hit the doors, and the doors shattered as he continued his tumble into the parking lot. He tried to right himself, grab hold of anything to arrest his momentum, and only succeeded in shaving off bits of himself along the asphalt. His journey ended in a face first slide along the ground that left a train of peach colored face flesh. He slid right into Lise's parked car, leaving a solid dent in the door and causing the alarm to start blaring throughout the neighborhood. 

Then he hefted himself up of the ground and turned his grotesque, de-gloved face back to them. He would have narrowed his eyes if there was anything covering the red meat. He started back toward them.

"Aram, please use your alchemy to seal the entrance." Naseraph said. "That grand push used up most of what I had."

As Gillaim walked back he reached down without stopping, his arm elongating grotesquely, and scooped part of himself up off the pavement. The individual patches of Gilliam that marked his path wiggled mindlessly in all directions without any conscious thought, each patch only conserved with its own, individual survival. Gilliam took the himself in his hand and slapped it onto his face. It fell in line instantly, the cells understanding that they were part of the whole again, and reform into a face that looked set on murder. "You try to be civil with people, but there are just so many uncivilized sorts." He muttered as he walked.

He didn't walk far though. He hit a patch of black ice and felt his feet slip out from under him. He fell backward, his head cracking into the ground. It wasn't that cold, why was there ice out here!?!

"Quickly, please." Naseaph said insistently to Aram before turning back to Samoth. "That thing out there wasn't lying, Alto's upstairs somewhere. Probably battling Clara as we speak. If we want to catch them we should hurry."

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