@vessmar -- ;
The furious roaring of the Fire Demon within the halls of the Memory Zone and its frenzied stampeding clashed furiously within the narrow hallway that it charged down. Its umbrageous hide pulsed with violet light that glowed ominously in the lurid surreal blues whilst its maw gaped with thousands of teeth. Clear's own Memobeasts surged from the walls and rammed into the Fire Demon, smashing through the walls with fangs latched around the demon's neck. Debris rained from the ceiling as a discordant hum of unstable Memoria leaking from the breached wall. The wolfish, demonic snarling of the Memobeasts grappling savagely echoed as the booming of their clashing trashed whatever semblance of a room was inside, plumes of dust and debris sourcing from the destroyed room.
Clear watched from afar, bowed over with exhaustion. Constance. With the power to communicate from the past to the present, she had found him. Just one of the chaos butterflies of a group that was promising to destroy Penacony--
The Memokeeper yelped when he suddenly fell through the floor, landing hard on mirror-shining marble and to the startled wave of people who scattered from the dance floor, briskly sidestepping him as Clear grunted and staggered to his feet. Though there were gawkers, it was silently written off; after all, this was a Dream and anything could happen. That, and being in a Memory Zone made a Memetic Entity have to consciously choose to make themselves invisible.
Huffing, Clear retreated to one of the wings of the expansive ballroom, praying he didn't attract too much attention.
God damn those pyro freaks. He was so goin' to take them down!
"What? Never seen a guy fall through the ceiling before?" Clear said archly to the man closest to him, who was pretty sure he had been staring.
