The weather's annoying, isn't it?

[warriorscribe]

Characters: Enoch and anyone!
Setting: Around the tower, forward-dated to the 12th.
Format: Either is fine!
Summary: Enoch made several cloaks last week and is handing them out....even if he's sick.
Warnings: None yet!

He'd been pressing his luck, going around and trying to give comfort or company to the sick. Though, one couldn't blame him, given that the most illness he's had in a century is a bit of an upset stomach. He's built up quite a resistance.

He'd almost forgotten what it was like to be truly sick, to have a headache behind his eyes and for his limbs to feel weighted. But he wasn't letting it stop him. He was going to give out these cloaks he made before it got even worse. So he wandered the tower, handing out a cloak to anyone who seemed as if they could need one, or anyone who asked.

There were ten of them in his arms, varying colors. All of them were hooded, and about medium-length. They would be large on a child and a little short on someone taller like him, but they would do either way. So even with the occasional cough and sniffle, or the stop to sneeze (not into the cloaks, thankfully) every now and then, perhaps it was worth the risk of being sick for a chance to get a little warmer.

Comments

[warriorscribe]

"Not this time...it only looks it."

Enoch turns his head so he isn't coughing on the cloaks or on Missy.

"When he wants us to freeze, he will ensure it."

[knightime]

Missy butts her head against Enoch's leg, hoping maybe the heat radiating off her will make Enoch less sick. Not that it made Dave any less sick.

"I wonder if next month will be any better."

[warriorscribe]

What a kind Pokemon. Enoch resumes petting her when he's done with the coughing fit.

"Riki... He is an enigma. There's no way to know."

[knightime]

"He kind of just does whatever. It makes it impossible to really guess."

Dave shrugs a bit. "I guess it was bound to happen. Getting sick that is."

[warriorscribe]

"In cold like this, I suppose so. Though it's strange I should...I had begun to wonder if I still could fall ill..."

[knightime]

"Do you usually not get sick? I mean, I can safely say I'm supposed to be some stupid god if god tier is as literal as it gets, but shit, I'm pretty sure I can get the snifflies on a normal day much less during this crappy everyone is suddenly getting sick week."

[warriorscribe]

Someone that's supposed to be a god...that's a little...different, but not too far removed from the rulers of Meridian.

"I haven't been ill in at least two centuries."

[knightime]

"Oh." Well, yeah. I guess being sick now would be really awkward now. "I guess this place can make anything sick if they wanted it too."