Half of her wanted to ask what Cain was seeing, but the other half could care less. For once in her life, she was glad to have an ailment- or rather, for the first time since she was a grade school brat. If she were in the mindset, she'd think about whether this enchantment from the poison was what masochists felt- but that was a thought for another time. "Oh? Did you not know? People with any form of mental disorder was given the same medicine in ages past. It's how they were classified: either you were schizo or you weren't. If the meds made you conk out into a coma for a day or so, you were deemed not-mad. If it didn't? Congratulations, your hallucinations were probably as bad as the ones we've been facing. If they knew about this bugger, they'd probably assume all schizophrenics were possessed by a Kitaljre like this." Her words were said without emotion. It was a matter of fact that this was how asylums were run in days gone by. I was something that Briar had to study during his rounds getting his doctorate under parental pressure. "And I'm gonna guess you wouldn't want to know about shock therapy." In fact, as she pondered it over- leaving Cain to fend for himself for a while- the cat realized pain was a common form of medicine in ancient times. Pain, and even murder. Shaking her rapid thoughts of historical science and focusing on the slow but steady drain of her energy and health, the cat was quick to pounce into action, wanting this beast to die for its sins- and for the sake of retrieving it's testicles for a savory treat, in its own manner. With a growl, she decided to toy with the mind of their combined prey, starting a mystical dance of throwing her spear around like a juggler before spinning in a circle and stabbing it in the groin. The creature roared, but she couldn't tell if it was in pain or shock. She jumped back on her paws to be safe, glancing at the muse behind her. "What do you think? Are we purrchance near the end of this facade?"
“Thanks for the lecture,” Cain replied dryly, eyes narrowing as the form of the Kitaljre gyrated, twisted, distorted, until it finally popped. Around the two adventurers, the sandy dunes and the giant eye and every other strange object that didn’t belong to Terrasphere dissolved, like dust in the wind, blown away as the pile of rainbow vomit that was the Phantom Beast twisted and churned, folding onto itself. It was definitely not a mortal blow, but at the same time...perhaps this was a weak enough beast that even a single strike was enough to scare it off? Regardless, a final eardrum splitting screech sounded, before it burst up into the sky like a rocket, its form becoming quicksilver as it rose and disappeared above the clouds. Ah, so it had been an overcast day, neither raining nor incredibly sunny. The midnight haired muse picked up his hat, dusting it off as he turned towards the regard they earned from such a harsh battle. Two prismatic spheres, pulsating gently in the dim shadows of a toxic mushroom. The surface was shiny and sticky with whatever fluid it had once been surrounded in, and the smell itself was overtly sweet, a mixture of floral perfumes and baked sweets. But the battle was over, the price for his nightly transgressions paid. Stretching out his back and pleased somewhat that the extent of his wounds was mostly superficial, the midnight haired muse hopped down from one mushroom cap to another, cushioning his fall by bending his legs. Tossing his flagpole back into the inventory, he picked up one of the balls and tossed the other to the cat eared spear woman. After a short eternity, the quest had more or less ended, and damn, he WAS tired. “Guess all the rumors were true,” Cain remarked with a shrug, “This mystical beast is indeed prone to retreat at the first injury incurred. Let’s get going back then, Lady Briar, before I have to poison us to cancel out another hallucination, eh?”
The pop had been far louder than expected, the screech making her ears ring and this time, not as a hallucination. The outer layers of reality came crashing down as the poison slowly ate at her and her ally- or, she was pretty sure it was still there, since she was still sane and in pain from it. His sarcasm had reached her, before, but she wasn't too keen to react to it. It was finally over, she'd noted silently, but she said not a word as she took the other prism that had come from the vile looking result of their mayhem. "Smells like candy more than balls... And, against my preference, I've smelled both." Part of the hazards of the job, she'd told herself when it happened. The memory was vile, and quickly thrown from her mind. Not a doctor here, Briar. Let it go. She followed his pursuit to get down from the mushroom caps, though seemed more interested in using her lance to pierce the ground and hug it when she got to the bottom, her final jump quite average but soothing. The ground had captured her, tail wrapping around her polearm as she smiled a bit. Her silence broke once more, if only for a moment. "I'm still poisoned, thanks. Luckily it looks like it's temporary. And who knows? There might be some medicinal mushrooms around here somewhere. Assuming they're as realistic as everything else, real experience should help me out. Let's just get out of here before it really does become blistering or rainy. I still feel moist when I'm not, and it's really, really gross." A toothy grin took her face as she wandered ahead of the muse. They'd finally gotten out of the dream. Chaos was a realm meant solely for her once more.
