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Terry, even in his disoriented and survival instinct addled state, couldn't help but notice the... Strangeness in Archie's reply.

"You're welcome" he'd said in a voice that sounded like it hadn't spoken in years and struggled to relearn the concept. Though Terry could more easily wrap his head around Archie's voice than the tendrils that appeared to be spurting out of him and batting away the creatures advancing towards them. Terry's encounter with the tentacles earlier had sharpened and focused him in regards to the situation, so while the monsters appearances seemed tailor made to unnerve him, he did not recoil at their sight. Like the tentacle that bore the face of his late father, the creatures had their mouths stitched and stretched shut with decayed looking grey flesh, unlike his father they did not seem to bother with accuracy in regards to the rest of their humanoid face. Their skin grey and eyes also stitched tightly shut, for Terry it appeared that their limbs were broken and disjointed yet they scuttled around with alarming ease and speed.

Terry fired a few more blasts of pure controlled sound at the creatures that got too close for comfort. Knocking them into their fellow abomination or through a crack in the false Araminta and out of this world entirely. Though Terry's physical state paid the price as he found it harder and harder to keep balance, feeling the familiar warm trickle of blood emanating from his nose. Just then, a giant ladybird carrying some members of the group flew above the mass of powered beings and monsters.

[I]'Giant flying bug. Alright'[/I] Terry thought, quickly disregarding the thought before being knocked off his feet by a powerful psychic blast.

Terry's body was already beginning to feel nauseous and pained, being suddenly and violently thrown through the air did not help matters. He moved his head from the ground slightly and saw Archie lifting up that girl who's name kept escaping Terry, he watched him move towards the photographer in a daze and yell something Terry struggled to make out amidst the chaos, but given they were grouping up and quite obviously frantic looking, Terry acutely deduced they were informing everyone to start fucking running.

Gingerly and without much grace, Terry tried to shoot himself back upright as quick as possible, he stumbled forward but was vertical enough to begin running towards Archie and the others, they were going back to the warehouse. Terry spared the briefest second to look back at the creatures attempting to recuperate after that blast form Kayla. Warehouse, that was fine by him.

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Well, maybe the warehouse wasn't fine by Terry actually.

Things were just as frenzied here as they were back at the false Araminta's edge. Windows being broken and creatures spawned from nightmares pouring in wherever able. Terry, gingerly, placed his arms back up and prepared to throw out whatever power he possibly could before his body inevitably failed him. 

But as Terry prepared himself for a no doubt heroic, if slightly anticlimatic, last stand, another flash of purple appeared presenting the street lights of good old safe, predictable, real Araminta.

"Guys, this way!" she yelled through. "C'mon we don't have much time!"

Terry watched some guy with long black hair he hadn't seen before go through it first, then that hysterical woman from earlier follow suit. Fuck it, at worst a lit street wasn't as bad a place to die as a shitty warehouse. Terry ran through and felt his legs collapse as he passed the other end. The coldness of the road providing some relief to his throbbing headache courtesy of his powers.

"Alright, man" he mumbled, rolling himself slightly to get out of the way of the portal.

"No more, like, purple portals for me."