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towerofanimus2012-12-20 07:01 pm
priceofmagic) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-20 07:01 pm
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Hopping the sick train
Characters: Satou Kuroneko & You!
Setting: Floor Thirty-Eight & Going down the stairs in a rather clumsy fashion
Format: I'll match you!
Summary: Satou has caught a regular flu and it is exposing her already poor health
Warnings: None right now.
Floor 38 ~
She had put up a good fight, but it was all for nothing. When she was a child, her father Yosuke had always told her that exercise could help beat cold weather or strengthen your immune system... but today, Satou was realizing her immune system was too far gone to be strengthened by exercise.
Her footing slipped and she tumbled down the remaining stairs, left to sit on the floor and try to process what had happened. Her feverish thoughts were slow moving and it took her a few seconds to realize her body ached from the fall. The culprit of which, she was ashamed to realize, being her leg. Normally she could cover up her disability with magic, using a simple spell to support her paralyzed leg, but her fever was taking its toll. The fast heart rate associated with being so feverish resulted in unstable magic use. She couldn't prepare spells to keep herself standing with such a high fever.
It was a horrible cycle: her magic put strain on her health, requiring she use magic to make up for the health that magic had destroyed. When her magic was taken out of the pathetic cycle, she was left as a sickly girl who couldn't handle a simple cold, let alone a high fever.
And Satou was too ashamed by this to ask for any help. She put a hand on the wall and carefully got herself to her feet, dizzy from the effort, and stumbled to the nearest beanbag chair.
"Au... Why this, of all things?" She collapsed face-first into the chair, trying to hide her fever-red face in the cold fabric. "I'm not useful if I'm sick--"
A dry cough cut her whining. When Satou got it under control she whimpered and sat up, looking to the staircase again.
"... I need to keep going down the stairs. Exercise... and kitchen... I need warm food."
Staircase~
Eventually, she got back to the staircase... and continued stumbling down the stairs. When her dizziness was not causing her to stumble, her weak leg would give out and she would fall down a few stairs. Generally, she looked nothing short of pathetic... and generally, she was praying that no one would come across her in such a pathetic state.
Setting: Floor Thirty-Eight & Going down the stairs in a rather clumsy fashion
Format: I'll match you!
Summary: Satou has caught a regular flu and it is exposing her already poor health
Warnings: None right now.
Floor 38 ~
She had put up a good fight, but it was all for nothing. When she was a child, her father Yosuke had always told her that exercise could help beat cold weather or strengthen your immune system... but today, Satou was realizing her immune system was too far gone to be strengthened by exercise.
Her footing slipped and she tumbled down the remaining stairs, left to sit on the floor and try to process what had happened. Her feverish thoughts were slow moving and it took her a few seconds to realize her body ached from the fall. The culprit of which, she was ashamed to realize, being her leg. Normally she could cover up her disability with magic, using a simple spell to support her paralyzed leg, but her fever was taking its toll. The fast heart rate associated with being so feverish resulted in unstable magic use. She couldn't prepare spells to keep herself standing with such a high fever.
It was a horrible cycle: her magic put strain on her health, requiring she use magic to make up for the health that magic had destroyed. When her magic was taken out of the pathetic cycle, she was left as a sickly girl who couldn't handle a simple cold, let alone a high fever.
And Satou was too ashamed by this to ask for any help. She put a hand on the wall and carefully got herself to her feet, dizzy from the effort, and stumbled to the nearest beanbag chair.
"Au... Why this, of all things?" She collapsed face-first into the chair, trying to hide her fever-red face in the cold fabric. "I'm not useful if I'm sick--"
A dry cough cut her whining. When Satou got it under control she whimpered and sat up, looking to the staircase again.
"... I need to keep going down the stairs. Exercise... and kitchen... I need warm food."
Staircase~
Eventually, she got back to the staircase... and continued stumbling down the stairs. When her dizziness was not causing her to stumble, her weak leg would give out and she would fall down a few stairs. Generally, she looked nothing short of pathetic... and generally, she was praying that no one would come across her in such a pathetic state.
Staircase
Not until he heard a loud crash a few stairs above him, anyway. He stood still for a few moments, not wanting to deal with someone who had a serious injury. It became obvious a few seconds later that she was still conscious, though. As much as he wanted to avoid this wreck of a girl, that seemed just a bit too rude, even for him.
"You drunk or something, kid?"
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"I think it's just common knowledge that you avoid stairs when you're as wasted as you are. Where'd you get the booze, though? Wouldn't mind having some myself."
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He was honestly the last person who should be saying that, but even to him, this seemed dumb.
He frowned a bit at the rest of her answer, but wasn't really all that upset.
"I probably would, too."
He paused for a moment to think about being drunk in this place. That might actually make it worse.
"Where are you headed, anyway? Hardly seems very ladylike to be going out like that."
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Felt like she had been found out. A bit disappointing, but at least she could stop acting dumber than usual.
"I was going to go to the kitchen... and find something to eat... Sorry for being in the way."
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"You speak pretty clearly for someone who can't even navigate some stairs, you know."
He paused, and glanced behind him, realizing how far they were from the kitchen.
"You're gonna crack your skull open at this rate, too."
Staircase