@cousinilya now!
*the shadow just goes of and does its own thing separate from Justine’s control, what it wants to do is really really annoy Lolita by blowing her up repeatedly it does things even Justine would not imagine.*
*Ilya slips in through the forming cracks, all ink and shadow.*
Aha! You know, if I needed to breathe I'd have to take a moment.
*She hovers deeper to locate the vortex parasite.*
*After a few spans of searching, Ilya finds @101ita-form inside her cell.*
Oh, hello there Lolita, is this some kind of foreplay between you and Eliza? And do you know where the vortex parasite is?
The V-vortex...?
H-here... of course... *expels it onto the floor*
*Ilya picks it up, and while it tries to bite her, well, even it managed to strike anywhere she's made herself material there's nothing to infect.
She's learned a thing or two since the memetic virus.*
Now, where do I find Eliza, the real Eliza?
E-Eliza is th-this L-lolita and th-this L-lolita i-is E-Eliza.
Grandfather watch me, spirits preserve me
Okay, so no easy to infect human form... neat!
*Hands form behind Lolita, and they begin disentangling the chains.*
How would I go about infecting a 101 Form, a TARDIS? Throw the parasite into the ship's internal Matrix?
Th-that'd do it... yes...
Well, then, here goes nothing.
*Ilya wields the vortex parasite in one hand, and offers the other.*
It's best you come with, no telling what undoing Cousin Lolita will do to her interior dimensions.
H-have to... r-rescue the d-doll too.
*Lolita takes Ilya's hand, wrenching herself free of the pins holding her to the wall*
I'll grab her on the way out, I've spread my shadow far enough around here. Now, vortex parasite, meet TARDIS matrix.
*She takes them to see the spectacle, a massive explosion of impossible colors, the parasite itself feasts on too many timelines at once, growing and growing until it can't hold one to one.*
*As the parasite makes its way into Loliza's systems, she weakens in her fight with the Grandfather's shadow. There's a blinding flash of light as her shell is broken open and she strikes out wildly with a burst of energy.
*From within, @cousinilya, @101ita-form, @lilith-doll, and @what-remains-of-lolita come spilling out as the outward body of Eliza collapses to the ground.*
*But it's not Eliza anymore, nor Lolita, as the woman looks up with panicked young eyes to see a small crowd in the Panopticon with all their attention focused on her.*
Eliza?
*She runs away*
Ah hello. My Names Christopher Cwej. It looks like you are lost scared and terrified.
Allow me to offer you hand.
*holds a hand whilst presently smiling.*
*She tries to say something, but it comes out as a slurred mumble. Still, she doesn't run from him.*
Let’s get you some place safe where death cults and Egyptian gods won’t try to kill you.
*takes her hand a gently pulls her along*
*Christine mumbles again and follows along.*
*takes her to his top secret super cool spy base. Aka a small two room accommodation dressed up to look like a top secret super cool spy base. It does however have lots of sensor blockers.*
You can have my room until you recover I will sleep on the… the spinny chair.
*sitting cross-legged on the bed*
☺️
Who are you?
I am Lilith!
Why are you in my Top Secret Headquarters.
*shrugs, and continues petting Christine*
You are not supposed to be here. Christine needs my protection.
She’s mine and I love her.
I made her. And I to… care for her deeply. She is very important to me and seeing as at least part of you just tortured her I think it would be best if you leave her. I don’t think she would want to see you.
Go on off with you. Not only are you likely to scare her you are trespassing.
Stop make faces. Please. Either say something or leave. I’m sorry I really am but it has to be like this for her own good you understand? You wouldn’t want to accidentally hurt her would you?
I won’t hurt her. You hurt her. And she thinks you’re bad at sex. So there.
Right out out!
*starts shooing her.*
Out!
But-!
My room my office my job.
Begone!
*liquifies*
*gets out a bucket and mop. And starts mopping it up*
