(Roleplay entry. Continued from CXLVI.)
"Wait, I know this, I've...I...seen....have...." Emilly stumbled away from the creature, intoning, "Tsathoggua...Astaroth...Shub-Niggurath..." Panting, she slumped to the floor.
"Emilly, what is that--I've heard those names..." the poet asked. "What the hell is that? A message?"
"A warning. Hiro? Where are you??"
Hiro’s voice came from all around them. "Em...the alien...it is a telepath...maybe transdimensional."
Emilly rose into the air, surrounded by a purple energy haze. "Hi--ro--It's happening again..."
Rusty managed to get himself to a medical bed, weak from loss of blood, he looked up at Em in alarm. "This has happened before? Duchess! You are floating..."
(Continued in part CXLVIII.)
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