#verse 9

After the events of the Battle of Starcourt, Billy was barely alive. The military hospital staff couldn’t figure out how to fix the damage done by the Mindflayer proxy but it seemed it wasn’t necessary to worry. Billy’s body began to mend faster with previously damaged organs even healing fully.

The part of the creature that remained in Billy was changing. It developed a consciousness of its own, no longer connected to the hive mind. It kept Billy safe and began somewhat adapting to higher temperatures though extreme heat was still something it couldn’t handle. Smoking caused it pain so Billy had to kick the habit. They’re so fully integrated with one another that there’s no separating them.

Billy decided there was a lot of bad people out there that deserved to face their maker and what better way than with this new thing in his head helping him set up the meetings?

Abilities:

Demo-armor - the creature can encase Billy’s body in organic armor that makes him look similar to a demogorgan, freaky face included

Superhuman strength - able to lift and throw objects including large trucks, and break through walls

Enhanced agility - able to catch up to vehicles even while unarmored

Regenerative healing - able to heal from most wounds very quickly though ones that penetrate the armor do leave scars

Blood detection - able to smell blood from extreme distances and if he’s close to the person he can tell whose it is

On time's last shore,

Bound by a love that needs no more.

For even as the chapter ends,

Wind. Literally a bipolar weather process. Anywhere from a gentle caressing breeze to the hurricane that wrecks an entire portion of a country.

With the at-sea fight behind them, Zoe is more then happy to remain on land for a good while.

She has trouble getting the ‘being sucked into a whirlpool’ memory out of her head.

How she escaped that situation unharmed... is a mystery.

Calmarimon’s own attack sending her into a twister away from the group she’ll hold for a long time. “how’re you doing?” one of the boys ask as she preens with the attention of being able to control her beast spirit on first try.

“I’m ok. You boys had a harder time then I did.” Considering she’s still the only one able to spirit evolve right now.

“Yeah but… how did it feel?”

BEAST SPIRIT EVOLUTION!

The world’s sound sharpens. She can hear everything; the wind funneling around her. The sound of wood creaking, the panicked heartbeats, so many sounds…

For a second time, wings sprout from her shoulders, an eruption of sharp feathers. Her hair is much shorter than it was, with winglike extensions growing off the back of her head.

It feels like her fingers have melded together from five to three, or two with a wickedly sharp thumb. Like a woodpecker’s foot. Same with the feet.

She feels like the wind is pulling her in two directions as it swirls, making the figure taller.

It twines around her, creating armor

Zephyrmon bursts from the whirlwind, her claws flexing experimentally.

She is very strong.

“Very loud.” the girl remarks as she picks up a pair of sticks awkwardly with three fingers, like half her hand has forgotten how to grip without sticking next to another finger. “I’m really glad this wears off.” The boy behind her makes a worried noise. “For all the worry you boys had of how I’d look in my beast spirit form, I’m surprised you’re not more excited. For girls must keep secrets, y’know.” she winks.

It gets boys off her back for a few hours while she gets the feeling back in her hands.They still have to make it to finding the other d-tectors.

~Wind Note: This episode was just plain silly with the toucanmon and such, so I didn’t get much inspiration for this.

{♚}—; Penny walked toward her dad's car to be picked up from school, her car was in the shop so he came to get her today and she saw Phineas in the car as well and was happy to see him as she got into the car, "Hello Phineas."

Neal placed his suitcase down on the neatly-made bed, that having been his first order of business when he arrived in his new home. The room was larger than the last he had stayed in, but it had hardly been his place to complain. That didn't stop him from being overjoyed by the fact that the Argent family was much more accommodating than his previous employer. Well, he thought, they were richer, so why shouldn't they be?

After the last family he had worked for had gone bankrupt due to the patriarch's gambling issues, he had been lucky to find a suitable replacement so quickly.

The Argents were new money, but they were big money nonetheless. His employer, Chris Argent, had amassed a fortune selling weapons to military operations and private collectors alike through his family business, Argent Arms. That information had been provided to him via a quick internet search, and although it was fascinating to be in the know about how his employer became one of the wealthiest individuals in America, it was not part of his job description.

His job, though not nearly as illustrious, was to keep the Argent estate clean, not a speck of dirt or dust in sight. Before he could do so, however, he needed to familiarize himself with the estate, find each nook and cranny where such filth could hide.

Setting out on his journey to do so, Neal stopped to check himself in the mirror. Lapels straight, hair combed back, tie straight; he was definitely presentable. He started with the door closest to him, examining it fully, ducking under furniture and peering in closets. He continued in this pattern all the way down the hall before travelling up to the third floor. There, he opened the first room, stepping inside before lifting his head and seeing the figure of a young woman, jeans around her ankles as she kicked them off, lavender lace panties just visible below the hem of her shirt.