Callisto let out a small sigh, turning away from the pair and pacing a little further away. They were talking crazy, it couldn’t be some strange time distortion. Surely not, things were strange enough without all that. He only looked back over towards them as they decided on the means of sleep to gain some knowledge and perhaps a sliver of rest.

Lily was walking after Finn carefully placing her feet, remaining quiet as she thought. She hadn’t been here before, it was impossible if Callisto had never seen anyone escape. She should have died if that were the case, unless she was somehow older than Callisto. With a small groan, Lily sat down on her bed and rubbed her hands over her face. This was all too mind boggling for her to absorb. It felt like she had been trying to wrap her head around some new revelation every two minutes and it was beginning to make her head hurt.

As she turned to scoot herself into the centre of the bed, still keeping her lips sealed, Callisto watched her warily. His eyebrows bunched up as she closed her eyes, clearly she wasn’t sleeping yet, her face was still twisted into confusion and exhaustion. Eventually, he turned back towards the rest of the room, deciding that he did not want to linger on the subject either. Slowly, he tilted his head up to look at the ceiling. He hoped that Xevon would return soon, he didn’t like him being up there for so long. That being said, there were no sounds of war waging above them so maybe everything was okay.

The creature only widened its grin as Xevon went on, watching the growing aggravation manifest itself in raised voices and ruffled feathers. Poor thing, he had no idea. Now the part that intrigued him was the sudden rise in emotion now that the conversation had turned to the other ancient spectre.

“You will care about what he was.” The creature said simply, beginning its advance again. “The past will not help anyone, you are correct. His memories will certainly not help you, but if you are so wound up over it..” The creature flicked out his hand, within it a small misty white orb. “I shall return a drop of his past to him.” With that, the god snapped closed its fist and the orb immediately dissipated, a smokey trail lingering in its hand.

In conjunction with the orbs flattening, Callisto bowed over at the waist with a quiet strangled noise as his head felt like it was being squeezed with a vice.

Callisto lifted a hand up to the base of his neck, heaving ever so slightly. It was a sudden piercing type of pain that had rocketed up the vertebrae of his neck and rattled around his skull. He heard Finn startle and speak, his free hand flicking out palm first towards him. There was something at the edge of his mind, scrambling its way through a hair thin crack in his memories and good gods it hurt.

The god merely stood there, hand lowering back into its heaving mass. All remains of the orb gone. This little winged man was amusing. As amusing as he was irritating. His little ploy wasn’t exactly well thought through. He expected him to believe he would leave that lion-man and help kill others after the fight he had put up. Ridiculous. Watching quietly as he began to descend back down into the floorboards.

Then as Xevon flung himself back up, the god didn’t move. Instead taking the shot to the lower jaw with a low growl. It cracked against the bone and sent his head backwards, unsteady on his feet. He took a second to correct his stance before he turned his burning eyes back to Xevon with a low snarl, beginning to arch his own attack back.

Callisto let out another gasp as his head was bombarded. It felt like his mind was being assaulted, visions forcing their way into his headspace uninvited and Callisto was wholly unprepared. The wound on his side ached, the half bent position causing some more black liquid to begin to drip out of his torso.

Yet that all was distant as before him he could see a candle-lit room. Warmth permeating the air around him, his arms were extended out before himself, long sleeves covering them. His palms were turned outwards, there was no one else in the room. He barely had time to process what was happening when a sudden burst of flame, dark and foul smelling erupted in front of him. Then he heard himself laugh, a loud and manic sound.

A rattling cough took over Callisto as his eyes began to focus back on the floorboards of the hotel room. His hands went to his chest and mouth, trying to dislodge whatever was in his airways. His shoulders hunched and his ribs rattled as he tried again. With a particularly disgusting retch, he coughed up a small amount of black matter that fell to the ground before slowly fading out of existence.

Callisto lifted a hand up to the base of his neck, heaving ever so slightly. It was a sudden piercing type of pain that had rocketed up the vertebrae of his neck and rattled around his skull. He heard Finn startle and speak, his free hand flicking out palm first towards him. There was something at the edge of his mind, scrambling its way through a hair thin crack in his memories and good gods it hurt.

The god merely stood there, hand lowering back into its heaving mass. All remains of the orb gone. This little winged man was amusing. As amusing as he was irritating. His little ploy wasn’t exactly well thought through. He expected him to believe he would leave that lion-man and help kill others after the fight he had put up. Ridiculous. Watching quietly as he began to descend back down into the floorboards.

Then as Xevon flung himself back up, the god didn’t move. Instead taking the shot to the lower jaw with a low growl. It cracked against the bone and sent his head backwards, unsteady on his feet. He took a second to correct his stance before he turned his burning eyes back to Xevon with a low snarl, beginning to arch his own attack back.

Callisto let out another gasp as his head was bombarded. It felt like his mind was being assaulted, visions forcing their way into his headspace uninvited and Callisto was wholly unprepared. The wound on his side ached, the half bent position causing some more black liquid to begin to drip out of his torso.

Yet that all was distant as before him he could see a candle-lit room. Warmth permeating the air around him, his arms were extended out before himself, long sleeves covering them. His palms were turned outwards, there was no one else in the room. He barely had time to process what was happening when a sudden burst of flame, dark and foul smelling erupted in front of him. Then he heard himself laugh, a loud and manic sound.

A rattling cough took over Callisto as his eyes began to focus back on the floorboards of the hotel room. His hands went to his chest and mouth, trying to dislodge whatever was in his airways. His shoulders hunched and his ribs rattled as he tried again. With a particularly disgusting retch, he coughed up a small amount of black matter that fell to the ground before slowly fading out of existence.

[I realise I totally forgot Lily in that last post, study brain is not braining...and that I double posted </3]

Lily leaned up from where she had just managed to settle onto the covers, hearing the unsettling gurgling coming from across the room. Peeking her head up, she could see that it was not Finn, much to her relief, but Callisto. He stood away by the door and was bent over, struggling to breathe. Though she supposed as a ghost you didn’t need to breathe, but it certainly looked painful.

She slipped her legs off the edge of the bed, unsure as to what was happening. Finn had reached for a dagger. Clearly he was also concerned about what was happening. Her muscles were taut under her skin as she placed her feet on the floor, preparing to leap forward if this god creature had somehow possessed her guide. Then Xevon jolted through the ceiling and it took him mere second to be at Callisto’s side, gripping him and holding him steady. A flicker of relief came over her, Lily’s shoulders relaxed and she leaned back to look over at Finntello.

“What is going on?”

Meanwhile Callisto was trying to right himself, attempting to unflex his torso and straighten his spine but it wasn’t happening. Only more liquid dripped from his almost healed wound as his muscles were drawn tight, forcing the fluid out.

His heart fluttered with comfort as he felt Xevon’s hands land firmly on his shoulders. With great effort, Callisto lifted his head to look over to Xevon and forced a smile. The smile was crooked and twitching with effort. He wasn’t dying again, it was just extremely uncomfortable. But now his airways were clear, whatever that black thing was had been coughed up and now he wasn’t so distressed.

However, he looked impossibly paler. His mind was still a swarm, the pain dulling ever so slowly but the vision he had seen. Was it a memory? Or was it the god toying with his mind again. What had Xevon done up there? One hand departed from his chest and reached over towards Xevon, finger curling around his forearm to steady himself. The other remained by his own jaw in preparation, just in case another coughing fit took him over. As far as he could tell, he was finished but he had no idea what was going on. His chest was wheezing with each breath, but with each passing second it was returning to normal.

Lily scrunched her nose up, flicking her head back around to look at the two ghosts. Callisto seemed to be bringing himself back under control but whatever had just happened to him was clearly very very bad and very unexpected.

Callisto let a jaggared breath out between his lips, head half falling half tilting into Xevon’s hand. Causing that side of his face to squish up against his palm, now trying to give a reassuring smile into his hand rather than to his face. Only when he gathered the words I’m sorry from his friend did his smile waiver and almost fall, why was he sorry? He hadn’t done anything. His eyes moved up to catch his as they bore down into him. The poor man barely had time to think on the idea that what he just gained was a memory and that the god was in possession of them.

Lily tipped her head, lifting herself up from the bed to gesture towards the pair, looking over her shoulder towards Finn.

“If it had our memories, surely we would be hacking up whatever that is every time we regained one. No?” She twisted back around to look at the pair, the were very close and lingering. “I think this is something different.” Lily murmured under her breath, moreso to herself than to the man behind her. This had to do with why she remembered him, why was he special enough to have memories deliberately withheld?

Callisto drew in a sharp lungful of air, letting it fill his chest before purposely releasing it out again slowly.

“Well, I hope he does not gift me with anymore. That was horrendous.” His voice was a little raspy and it was obvious that speaking was a strain. Callisto felt his own voice was bouncing off of the walls in his brain, causing bruises all over it. “He can cause me as much pain as he likes. As long as you are not hurt.” This piece was spoke far quieter, but he knew Lily would hear it. Frankly, at this moment in time, Callisto could not care less what that woman thought. The hand that was secured to Xevon’s forearm tightened ever so slightly.