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melodiesoflife2016-05-11 12:32 am
shinra_dog) wrote in melodiesoflife2016-05-11 12:32 am
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Feed a fever, starve a cold?
Who: Albel and Reno
What: Player Plot: Down with the Sickness
Where: Throughout Aqures Ixen, in their homes or the homes of their caretakers
When: Albel, May 16 -- ? ; Reno, May 21 -- ? (yes, during Diamond Weapon too, uh oh!)
Warnings: Language as always, hallucinations (possibly including body horror), severe anxiety, will add more if they come up. Headers will be labeled.
[Multiple threads and varying severity are fine, just put Reno or Albel in the thread header for who you want.]
Albel
As if revisiting the Lunar Gate wasn't stressful enough, whatever meltdown Sephiroth had just had was the last straw. Well, to be more specific, opening the can of worms that was Terra was the worst of it, especially when neither man was an especially good communicator as it was. Adding alcohol was just more fuel for the fire. So the Behemoth challenge was like a blessing. Albel could go, beat the thing senseless, and work out his frustrations.
At least that was the plan. But apparently using his Beastmaster job didn't count as "single combat" if he got help from his dragon. He would have beaten the damn thing, too, but for that technicality. Tch, stupid. Now Albel was even more stressed for having lost.
He sneezed. Again. Ugh, so annoying.
... Except it got worse. Sneezing became sniffling, sniffling became coughing, it all became a pounding headache with sweats and chills. Apris, it felt like the mountains of Airyglyph, he was so cold! Could this get any worse?
Reno
Reno blew his nose again. Ugh, gross. The girls had already preemptively quarantined him to his room -- apparently a weird flu had been going around and it was super contagious. But this was just a little cold! It couldn't possibly be that bad.
Colds sometimes had fevers, right? Sometimes? Maybe? Whatever, it wasn't even that high.
At least K-chan could still stay with him. But he didn't have time to be sick right now! The Assassins needed him! Surely this would all go away on its own in a couple of days, and then he'd be fine. It was just that gross sewage air, that was all. It was definitely not going to stop him from hunting down Diamond Weapon. That was too important.
Reno jumped, his heart suddenly racing as he thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Breathe, he told himself, trying to calm down. Just a shadow, just a trick of the light.
There were no gods or goddesses to curse him here. There were no gods or goddesses to curse him here...
What: Player Plot: Down with the Sickness
Where: Throughout Aqures Ixen, in their homes or the homes of their caretakers
When: Albel, May 16 -- ? ; Reno, May 21 -- ? (yes, during Diamond Weapon too, uh oh!)
Warnings: Language as always, hallucinations (possibly including body horror), severe anxiety, will add more if they come up. Headers will be labeled.
[Multiple threads and varying severity are fine, just put Reno or Albel in the thread header for who you want.]
Albel
As if revisiting the Lunar Gate wasn't stressful enough, whatever meltdown Sephiroth had just had was the last straw. Well, to be more specific, opening the can of worms that was Terra was the worst of it, especially when neither man was an especially good communicator as it was. Adding alcohol was just more fuel for the fire. So the Behemoth challenge was like a blessing. Albel could go, beat the thing senseless, and work out his frustrations.
At least that was the plan. But apparently using his Beastmaster job didn't count as "single combat" if he got help from his dragon. He would have beaten the damn thing, too, but for that technicality. Tch, stupid. Now Albel was even more stressed for having lost.
He sneezed. Again. Ugh, so annoying.
... Except it got worse. Sneezing became sniffling, sniffling became coughing, it all became a pounding headache with sweats and chills. Apris, it felt like the mountains of Airyglyph, he was so cold! Could this get any worse?
Reno
Reno blew his nose again. Ugh, gross. The girls had already preemptively quarantined him to his room -- apparently a weird flu had been going around and it was super contagious. But this was just a little cold! It couldn't possibly be that bad.
Colds sometimes had fevers, right? Sometimes? Maybe? Whatever, it wasn't even that high.
At least K-chan could still stay with him. But he didn't have time to be sick right now! The Assassins needed him! Surely this would all go away on its own in a couple of days, and then he'd be fine. It was just that gross sewage air, that was all. It was definitely not going to stop him from hunting down Diamond Weapon. That was too important.
Reno jumped, his heart suddenly racing as he thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Breathe, he told himself, trying to calm down. Just a shadow, just a trick of the light.
There were no gods or goddesses to curse him here. There were no gods or goddesses to curse him here...
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"If you are certain," he said finally, agreeing as much as he would. "Then you will take responsibility if you later decide you made a mistake."
There. He washed his hands of that. He wasn't a nice person, he warned her, she should know better. But, after a moment, he leaned against her hand with a resigned sigh. "... But I do like you here."
There, he'd said it. Let the sky fall.
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"Oh, I'm positive," she said with a small smile. "And it's a deal--although I doubt I'll ever think that."
He'd be surprised what she knew about him just from the time they spent together. He might believe he wasn't a nice person, but Sheena had seen things a little differently. As he leaned into her hand, she flexed it against his skin comfortingly. "Good, because I'm not going anywhere."
And what do you know? The sky stayed in place.