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Entry tags:
- !mod-event,
- altered carbon: takeshi kovacs,
- angel sanctuary: sakuya kira,
- castlevania: adrian ţepeş,
- danganronpa: gundam tanaka,
- devilman crybaby: akira fudo,
- homestuck: dave strider,
- marvel comics: kamala khan,
- mcu: daisy johnson,
- mcu: elektra natchios,
- mcu: frank castle,
- mcu: karen page,
- mcu: matt murdock,
- persona: minato arisato,
- persona: naoya toudou,
- persona: ren amamiya,
- star trek: jim kirk,
- star wars: jyn erso,
- the expanse: josephus miller,
- the last ship: mike slattery,
- tinker tailor soldier spy: peter guillam,
- xcu: rogue
( 004 » ENSEMBLE ) decay
» WHO? EVERYONE
» WHEN? August 1 - 31
» WHERE? the entire station
» WHAT? Characters begin suffering mysterious and varied symptoms. (More info can be found HERE.)
» WARNINGS? illness, body transformation, loss of limb, general body horror, blood, gore
Characters start suffering from a light fever. They’ll feel tired and achy, more inclined to bundle up in a warm sweater (if they have one) and drink tea or have chicken soup in bed than anything else. Unfortunately, the food fabricators still don’t provide the best comfort food.
Admittedly: some people are more affected than others. Some don’t seem to be affected at all.
For some characters, the fever will go away and they will feel fine for a brief period. It was probably just a cold, right? And then new symptoms set in: something dark and black spreads from their heart toward their extremities through their veins, making them stand out strongly. It hurts a little, or maybe a lot and no one knows what causes this or what it is that is spreading so darkly through their veins.
For some other characters, the fever will also go away and they will feel fine for a brief period before different symptoms set in: something hard starts spreading beneath their skin, making movements just a little more difficult for affected areas. The pain of this ranges from light discomfort to severe.
For yet other characters, the fever grows worse. They experience hallucinations of their extremities turning to dust, just the way it looks when someone arrives on or disappears from the station. They lose sensation in their extremities during those hallucinatory episodes, so if they reach out to touch something with a hand they think has disappeared, they’ll feel nothing. If they try to walk and then hallucinate their legs disappearing, they’ll stumble and fall to the floor.
For some characters, the blackness spreads and brings additional symptoms and worsening conditions with it: their skin starts to rot and fall off, toe or fingernails or entire toes or fingers might rot and fall off, wounds open that ooze a black and foul smelling, thick fluid dripping without looking to stop even if pressure is applied. It’s painful, and the open, infected looking wounds will not close, however much characters try to treat them.
Slowly, these characters’ bodies seem to rot and decay while they still live. For non-organic characters, it’s as if their wires are melting down, metals merging together and seeping through components.
For other characters, the hardness spreads and brings additional symptoms and worsening conditions with it: some of their joints may no longer move at all, their skin turning hard and impenetrable. Characters will also their sensory perception of affected limbs/surfaces, becoming unable to notice when someone touches them on an affected area. They may also lose any other sense if the infection spreads to their eyes, their ears, their mouths. Moving is slow, difficult, painful, until it becomes practically impossible. The noises their joints make seem robotic.
Slowly, these characters seem to turn into something else. Something hard and metallic, something unfeeling and impenetrable. Something inhuman?
For those who were still suffering from the fever, it seems like there is finally some good news: the fever lets up - but then affected characters find first their skin and increasingly the entirety of their body turning translucent and insubstantial. It will start with their skin and spread to the tissue beneath. One moment, they are able to see their own organs working, their heart pumping as their ribcage turns see-through… and a while later, well. Have you ever watched someone’s heart disappear? Now’s your chance.
It might reappear for a moment, as though flickering in and out of existence. It might disappear entirely. Slowly, these characters seem to fade from existence.
The tables turn as characters’ bodies gain ground in the fight to return back to normal, but some changes disappear sooner than others and some might even seem to be permanent.
What is wrong with you? What is wrong with everyone? What caused it and how can these symptoms be treated, halted, reversed?
Is there a cure or is it possible to at least understand what’s going on?
» WHEN? August 1 - 31
» WHERE? the entire station
» WHAT? Characters begin suffering mysterious and varied symptoms. (More info can be found HERE.)
» WARNINGS? illness, body transformation, loss of limb, general body horror, blood, gore
0 0 1 » STAGE 1
Characters start suffering from a light fever. They’ll feel tired and achy, more inclined to bundle up in a warm sweater (if they have one) and drink tea or have chicken soup in bed than anything else. Unfortunately, the food fabricators still don’t provide the best comfort food.
Admittedly: some people are more affected than others. Some don’t seem to be affected at all.
0 0 2 » STAGE 2
For some characters, the fever will go away and they will feel fine for a brief period. It was probably just a cold, right? And then new symptoms set in: something dark and black spreads from their heart toward their extremities through their veins, making them stand out strongly. It hurts a little, or maybe a lot and no one knows what causes this or what it is that is spreading so darkly through their veins.
For some other characters, the fever will also go away and they will feel fine for a brief period before different symptoms set in: something hard starts spreading beneath their skin, making movements just a little more difficult for affected areas. The pain of this ranges from light discomfort to severe.
For yet other characters, the fever grows worse. They experience hallucinations of their extremities turning to dust, just the way it looks when someone arrives on or disappears from the station. They lose sensation in their extremities during those hallucinatory episodes, so if they reach out to touch something with a hand they think has disappeared, they’ll feel nothing. If they try to walk and then hallucinate their legs disappearing, they’ll stumble and fall to the floor.
0 0 3 » STAGE 3
For some characters, the blackness spreads and brings additional symptoms and worsening conditions with it: their skin starts to rot and fall off, toe or fingernails or entire toes or fingers might rot and fall off, wounds open that ooze a black and foul smelling, thick fluid dripping without looking to stop even if pressure is applied. It’s painful, and the open, infected looking wounds will not close, however much characters try to treat them.
Slowly, these characters’ bodies seem to rot and decay while they still live. For non-organic characters, it’s as if their wires are melting down, metals merging together and seeping through components.
For other characters, the hardness spreads and brings additional symptoms and worsening conditions with it: some of their joints may no longer move at all, their skin turning hard and impenetrable. Characters will also their sensory perception of affected limbs/surfaces, becoming unable to notice when someone touches them on an affected area. They may also lose any other sense if the infection spreads to their eyes, their ears, their mouths. Moving is slow, difficult, painful, until it becomes practically impossible. The noises their joints make seem robotic.
Slowly, these characters seem to turn into something else. Something hard and metallic, something unfeeling and impenetrable. Something inhuman?
For those who were still suffering from the fever, it seems like there is finally some good news: the fever lets up - but then affected characters find first their skin and increasingly the entirety of their body turning translucent and insubstantial. It will start with their skin and spread to the tissue beneath. One moment, they are able to see their own organs working, their heart pumping as their ribcage turns see-through… and a while later, well. Have you ever watched someone’s heart disappear? Now’s your chance.
It might reappear for a moment, as though flickering in and out of existence. It might disappear entirely. Slowly, these characters seem to fade from existence.
0 0 4 » STAGE 4
The tables turn as characters’ bodies gain ground in the fight to return back to normal, but some changes disappear sooner than others and some might even seem to be permanent.
0 0 5 » INVESTIGATION
What is wrong with you? What is wrong with everyone? What caused it and how can these symptoms be treated, halted, reversed?
Is there a cure or is it possible to at least understand what’s going on?
Adrian "Alucard" Ţepeş
❧ open;
[During the first stage, it's easy enough to deal with fevers. It's nothing particularly new to Alucard, but the sudden outbreak is what's odd. Though he feels off himself, he doesn't consider it. He's a dhampir, he shouldn't be sick -- but he has been before by the replicators. Was it related to that again?
Regardless, he among the others at the medbay are hard at work.
Harder still, as the symptoms grow worse overtime. Alucard spends most of his days working endlessly to try to determine the cause, if he can come up with a solution.
Oh, but it could never be so easy, could it?]
❧ ii. stage 3
[Days with no solution. There have been details they've caught, the diagnostic machine telling him that it's an airborne plague, but not a way to fix this. Not a way to figure out how to help everyone who's sick, who could be dying--
And what's worse in all of this is that he's lost Trevor's scent. The distinct Belmont blood is gone, and the hunter is no where to be found. So he, too, has disappeared with others. Though he's felt a sense of loss before with others like Cinderella, this one is detrimental. It means that Trevor could be dead, and he is one less hunter in facing his father in Wallachia.
Yet he has no time to worry about it. No time to feel that pang of regret and sorrow, because there is a station full of people sick and dying and wasting away.
So, in the clinic, Alucard bares his fangs, preparing himself. He has his sleeve rolled up, scalpel in hand, forcing his fist closed. His movements are stiff, less than elegant, so far from what he normally is. With the blade, he presses down, down into his flesh and cuts open on his forearm.
He peels the skin back--]
What?
[Metal. Not just metal. It looks like... copper. Where does it end? Where does it begin?!]
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Mike Slattery | OTA
Mike has been sick since the Red Flu, and objectively he knows every ache and fever is not an omen of doom. But that does not stop a voice from whispering in the back of his head - this is bad - as he waits dazedly by the replicator. While it spits out the watery mix that was supposed to be soup, he tries not to listen to the warning and pretends he doesn't already feel so much worse now than he had when he'd woken up.
In this fog of discomfort and denial, he doesn't even realize the replicator has finished its work until the person behind him in line tries to get his attention. He blinks tired, dull eyes, glancing at them.
"Right, sorry."
ii. Stage Two - Network (or brave action)
[The voice isn't whispering anymore. It's screaming. THIS IS BAD. THIS IS BAD. THIS IS BAD. Over and over as he staggers from his bathroom, and fumbles for his communicator. He thumbs it on and his pale, ashen face fills the frame.]
It isn't a cold. I don't know what it is, but it's gotten worse.
[The camera shifts, and there's a quick shot his chest through the open "vee" of his jumpsuit. Beneath the dusting of dark hair, his skin is visible, starkly pale against the ominous black stain over his heart.]
I didn't see it yesterday. But it's so sore already, it woke me up.
[The camera moves back and there's pain in his eyes, and worry, but he keeps talking - a leader even in his panic.]]
I'm staying in my cabin. I'll answer comms as long as I can.
[If he was going to die, he was going to make it count.]
iii. Wildcard
(If you'd like a personalized prompt, or have another idea, please let me know! You find me on discord at dirtsmell#1132 or on plurk at
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When Mike comes on comms, Daisy is immediately concerned. He looks like utter shit. The way he's talking doesn't make her feel any better either. Without saying anything, Daisy hurries, well, tries to hurry to his room. Instead of just busting right in, Daisy knocks on the door.]
Mike? It's Daisy.
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ii. network | text ( sorry he feels too rubbish for video )
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ryuji sakamoto (persona 5)
1. Fever
2. Zombies ate my neighbors
3. Pinky swear
4. Open for all the P3'ers out there
5. Wildcard
5.
The short of it is Ren's looking at the stump of what was once a fully fleshed-out (hehe) arm that disappears into near invisibility, and from the wrist down the actual existence of a hand has long been gone. But if an unsuspecting victim might not be paying attention some good can come out of this flavor of hell. At least they got to sleep this time.
He's not a hundred? percent?? on how fragile Ryuji is anymore or the success of his attempts at containing a failing system of bodily functions but it works for Ren's purposes as he slips over and slowly extends the length of his translucent arm across the threshold from the bathroom back into the rest of their quarters. Roughly at chest height, because he's watched plenty of New Japan Pro Wrestling to know how to safely clothesline and also ain't no one want to risk lopping a friendly zombie head clean off.
Take Your Time... ]
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james t. kirk • star trek • ota (cw: gross stuff)
⇉ 001. observation deck (stage 1, p1)
( when jim first starts feeling bad, he tries to ignore it. if he ignores it then it'll go away. if he ignores it, then he won't start thinking about the fact that the radiation from before has come back. that it's caught up. if he doesn't think about it, he stops wondering if he's going to die.
again.
the easiest way to not think about it is to distract himself. so, he spends time walking the station, talking to people, drinking, but, when he comes to a stop, he still feels bad. eventually, he feels bad enough that he presses his back up against the glass of the observation deck and slides down. )
Bones, where the hell are you at?
( bones would help him. stop him from dying. )
⇉ 002. command (stage 2, p1)
( frankly, he feels fucking terrible.
not thinking about it isn't working anymore because the pain just seems to pulse while his mind is active and while his mind is still. when he'd been sick with radiation poisoning, death had been quick but this -- this is not quick. it's slow, it's agonizing. and it's really pissing him off.
this morning, when he'd peeled his eyes open and woken up, he'd noticed the streaks of black racing up his arms and curling around his biceps. they were on his neck too, a horrific, grotesque scarf that wouldn't go away when he tried to wash it off.
he doesn't check the rest of his body but he knows the blackness is there too.
he can't just lay in his room even if it's all he wants to do so he's come to command to try and get something working. the screens remain black and jim spits curses at them before he lowers his head down to rest.
he doesn't want to die. )
⇉ 003. corridors (stage 3, p1)
( this morning, two fingers fell off.
when jim had gone to push himself out of bed, they'd just fallen off. he'd stared at them like they were going to solve the mysteries of the universe before levering himself out of bed with great effort and stumbling into the hall.
he'd made it that far before a patch of skin from the side of his neck floated harmlessly to the ground. jim's legs give out and he hits the ground hard, staring blankly ahead. )
I don't want to die.
( he closes his eyes and just focuses on breathing. )
⇉ 004. wildcard
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Jim. [ she shakes him, biting into her lip at the black veining she sees. she's seen it on others. an epidemic, it would seem. ] Captain. You have to wake up.
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takeshi kovacs • altered carbon • ota (cw: gross stuff)
⥤ 001. bar (stage 1, p2)
Fuck this.
( yes, that is the only response kovacs has to waking up and feeling a little sluggish and sore. fuck this. after everything else he's had to deal with, now he's going to get the fucking flu?
fine, he was going to cure the shit with alcohol. shitty, shitty alcohol which is how he came to be sitting in the bar, hunched over and staring down at the full glass.
fuck this. )
⥤ 002. chapel (stage 2, p2)
( so, fucking this hadn't made whatever this was go away. no, over time, it had actually started to get worse. right now, he was actually having trouble walking.
the joints of his knees were stiff and kovacs had taken refuge in the first place with seats he could find (that being the chapel) to investigate. the skin around his knees and streaking down to his calves were hard, unyielding. he could barely even bend his fucking knees to be able to walk.
all right, so maybe he was going to live here now. with a grumble, kovacs lays back on the bench and lets his aching, hardening body rest. )
Fuck this.
⥤ 003. gym (stage 3, p2)
( the moment his legs actually stop working is the moment he's close enough to the fucking pool that he falls in. it's embarrassing but, the one thing he can say, is that the water's cool. helps chill the fever that he knows is racing through his body.
but, then he realizes that this is going to be fucking bad because he can't move his legs and whatever's done this to him has made him heavier than usual. his arms aren't unaffected but they're a little better than his fucking legs so he can keep himself afloat.
for awhile. how long this lasts, he's not sure but he's trying to physically drag himself with just his arms over to the pool.
lend a guy a hand, why don't you? )
⥤ 004. wildcard
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when he sees it's kovacs of all people who had fallen in, he frowns in dismay, though he's just glad the other man is still conscious and able to float around. he kneels down and holds out his hand, hoping kovacs can make it over to him because he sure as fuck can't swim. ]
Come on, sabakawala.
[ he's not allowed to die, especially not this way. but when kovacs eventually gets himself to the edge and tries to take miller's hand - it passes right through like the other man is a ghost himself. ]
Imim ta pashang milowda. [ he curses without thinking about what language he's speaking. can kovacs even hear him? maybe he was never even here at all. ]
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Karen Page
OTA
Karen is well aware that she's not feeling well. The symptoms start to settle in while she's working on access codes on the bridge, but she ignores them and pushes through. It isn't until hours later when she's in the mess hall that it really hits her that she's sick. It makes sense on some level, that the recycled air in this place would eventually get to her. What worries her and really puts her on edge is that they're not back on Earth. She has no idea what kind of germs are even out here, or what she could possibly be sick with.
At least it doesn't feel like anything more than the onset of a cold or a light flu. She's exhausted and knows she's running a fever, and feels like she needs a nice warm bath to deal with her body aches. But it's nothing unmanageable, up until she takes her turn at the fabricator and it isn't able to give her what she wants. Soup would be perfect, but the color and texture of what comes out makes her stomach turn. It earns a curse under her breath and the usually composed Karen Page hits at the fabricator like she's trying to get a stuck soda free from a vending machine. Somehow, the effort is enough to make her sweat more than she's already doing, and in order to distract from her mind racing with panic over the fact she's sick in space she tries blowing it off like this isn't a big deal at all.
"I thought I heard that these things were doing better lately."
INVESTIGATION
By the time Karen's illness reaches a point where she's able to remotely function, she ignores common sense and gets dressed so she can venture out and do what she does best. She knows she's good at being nosy and intrusive when it comes to looking for information, and she's not going to let whatever is going on here stop her. After being bed ridden for a few days, she knows she's behind anyone else that might already be looking into things. And it's not a competition as much as it is Karen's tenacity and desire to help as many people as possible. Sure, she might still have some darkened veins in her face and hands. And yeah, she might still have a slight fever. But she's determined to try and find some kind of cause as to what's going on. Her symptoms have started to go away, but not everyone's has.
That's exactly why she ends up in the med bay, checking out the cryopods and anything else she can examine. When she hears the sound of someone else entering the area she'll stop and offer a hint of a smile. Typically she might be more eager to find someone to work with, but she's lucky to be standing right about now. There's a little wobble as she presses a hand against one of the pods, and she figures that it's probably a good idea to try and be useful.
"If you're here for treatment, I'm not sure anything here will help."
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Rogue | X-Men | Open/Closed
open » stages 1 & 2
i'm lucky if i ever see the light of day again // my skin is choking me, my feeble walls are closing in
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Matt Murdock | OTA
He thought he was just getting used to his renewed lease on life on board the terminal. The familiar churning of the ship is now a sound that brings him comfort. Magboots no longer give him a headache and the elevator, dare he even think it, has been a rather fun experience.
Following Frank's advice Matt had hit up the gym regularly, trying to keep atrophy at bay, but he hasn't exactly been the biggest fan of the replicator's products that have been passing off as 'food'. When he first started feeling ill he attributed it to working out more than he was putting into his body.
But when his senses started going haywire again, that's when he realised something was really wrong.
When the door closed on his hand that turned to red ashes in his mind's eye he didn't feel it. Didn't feel a thing. Until, of course, the hallucination stopped. And then the searing, white-hot pain hit him like a ton of bricks and he might have yelped loud enough to alert a few neighbours on Deck 6.
004. Path 3 [Chapel]
He's fine, he said. The hallucinations have stopped. Everything is fine. His body is still intact. He'll help others out where he can.
Only he seems to have withdrawn more and more until he was sitting alone in the chapel rubbing a thumb over a hand that can't feel his own touch.
Sometimes he's felt blind, but he's never felt disabled. This is something new. This is holding a bible in his hand and not knowing what page it's open at because he can't feel the weight of it. Not being able to tell how hot or cold his drink is until it rips through his lips and shreds his tongue. Not being able to feel vibrations in the floor or along the wall to tell him what's approaching.
This is dropping a bible and not realising it until it gets nudged back into his good hand.
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"Red, Red it's me," he mutters, afraid to reach out for him in case he has what Karen has. Matt seems to be in one piece from what he can tell, but there's obviously something very, very wrong. "Talk to me."
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Arid | The Fall | OTA
[Arid does not get sick. She has no biology to hijack or decay, nor any means of catching a fever. So when her organic crewmates begin to fall ill, she does not perceive any particular risk of infection.
She certainly does not consider any connection between their affliction and the gradual loss of responsiveness in her left arm. It is still functional, though there is a noticeable lag whenever she attempts to use it and a gradual decline of grip strength.
It finally reaches a point where Arid elects to carry out a more visual means of diagnostics. First, she finds a quiet, well-lit place in the chapel. And then, unceremoniously, she removes the arm and peers into the interior, faceplate light flickering on to provide more illumination.
Preoccupied as she is with her task, she may not notice if someone else enters the chapel.]
ii. a cumbersome and heavy body (corridors, stage 3)
[Whatever biological, wire-degrading agent removed functionality from her arm spreads quickly. She removes the arm entirely once it can no longer move and keeps it off before the infection can spread to her shoulder. It doesn't matter. The agent reappears and keeps spreading just as quickly as before. Eventually, Arid is forced to accept that it will render her body paralyzed if a remedy is not found and repairs not given.
Fortunately, Arid is not human. She is not bound to this one form. And though she has been loath to attempt it here, she has ways of escaping her body if need be.
It is for that purpose that Arid can be found, headless, at one of the station’s consoles. The panelling around the console has been removed, exposing wires and circuitry, that Arid carefully spools out with her remaining hand. Her helmet, meanwhile, is awkwardly pinned to the wall by what’s left of her left shoulder. She seems to be trying to wire the helmet to the console, though she’s clearly struggling to do so alone. Maybe you should lend a hand—assuming you still have yours, of course.]
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[She says, when she sees her effort. Jasnah steps up beside her quietly, to see what she's attempting.]
What is it you're attempting?
[Her voice is weak, her vision is blurry, but anything, anything for the distraction.]
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bodhi rook | ota
[ if you were to ask him, Bodhi isn't sure he can recall the last time he's felt sick. in a normal way. like this. the achy fever that seems to be spreading through the station. he's got it too, but he'd gone about his day just as normal. blinking at the replicators for a moment too long, as it spit out his food before shuffling over to sit at a table...
... until he's fallen asleep sitting in front of his untouched bowl of his slowly cooling soup. ]
stage ii, path iii
[ he's so very sore. at first Bodhi had thought that maybe he needed to make more of an effort at the gym because his muscles are weakening. but the next day the areas under his skin feel hard, not just that - but near solid. like there's something under there, in his arms and legs, making his movement difficult. it's painful, but more than that it's scary.
he's had that thought before, that the pain is secondary - not that it's a good thing, but the fact that he doesn't know what's happening to him leaves him breathless and trembling.
but he can't stay in his room all day, Bodhi hobbles out. he's at the observation deck when his knee locks completely and he falls forward with a groan and thud that's far too heavy for someone of his size (and it had almost sounded like something metal hitting the floor, but that can't be right, can it?) after a few moments, he's trying to get back up, despite an uncooperative body. ]
stage iii
[ he'd grabbed a knife from the mess hall and was sitting in a hallway after having collapsed there earlier. doesn't matter which one, it's a hallway. legs are straight out into the walkway. hopefully he's not in anyone's way, but he can't bend his knees to take up less space, and that's hardly his focus. it's on his arm, with the sleeve rolled up - it's now very shiny and hard in place of the golden hue of his skin, a hardness that's begun moving up his neck. with his left hand, he moves the knife in a straight, shaking line down his right arm.
the flinching expression falls into something a little more confused, a little more frightened. there's no blood, no pain. and the sound is that of metal scratching up metal. ]
... what the hell
[ the knife clatters to the ground. ]
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[ you know the drill. hit me here with something different, or if you want to plot something specific, toss me a line on plurk
closed to jyn erso
he's wrong, of course. after the fever he feels... sore and achy. not like the aches and chills of the fever, and the soreness gives way to pain and stiffness.
she seems unaffected by what's currently ailing him, the stiffness in the joints doesn't seem like it's that big of a deal, and there's enough to worry about with what's going on in the station. so Bodhi just lets it go. he'll clock in an hour or two at the gym later, maybe the gravity is having some kind of an effect on him.
maybe, maybe... it doesn't seem likely, though and Bodhi knows that. on the second day, he's sitting in the one of the chairs at the command center with his hands curled awkwardly around a mug of coffee because his fingers don't want to bend right. he'd nearly messaged her this morning to tell her to go on without him, but that might be worrying, and... he'll be fine. really. it's just a few hours of going over things in here. ]
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Gundam Tanaka | danganronpa
a.
[Gundam's content to carry on like normal, despite how ill he feels. Nearly everyone was sick, but not everyone was a Supreme Overlord like himself. Obviously his suffering had to be minuscule compared to that of those around him. It's laughable to think that a cold could possibly even try to rival his unfathomable power!
...Although. Getting up from this chair check point he stopped at before proceeding further into the mess hall is proving to be it's own challenge.]
Ngh... [Gundam buries his head deeper into his scarf, as his hamsters look on from their little pumpkin seed breakfasts. He can sense their concern and attempts to console them.]
Heh. It seems that this simple looking chair was truly a most cunning trap.
While it is nothing of concern-- I may have lost a minimal number of hit points from my current affliction. Fret not it will be easily recovered with the proper combination of elixirs--!!
[Gundam starts to stand-- before the room starts to spin and he's dropping right back into the chair again.
Oh yeah, he's definitely fine.]
b.
[Since their master is incapable of doing it himself their objective is clear. His most trusted generals are now tasked with the mission of obtaining that which shall restore his fledgling hp!
If you go to prepare something, you'll see four hamsters skillfully mashing the mess hall replicator buttons to make some rice porridge and tea. You can watch said rice porridge and hot tea slowly scuttling across the mess hall through the power of hamsters. It's important not to spill a drop.
Rodents in the mess hall? Don't panic! They're very clean creatures!]
Stage 2 - P1
[Gundam's not surprised he's recovered from his cold before some of the other people who'd grown sick. No disease could thrive within his body without eventually succumbing to the poisons coursing through his veins since his youth!
...although.]
Hm. [Gundam studies his hand. He's always had pale skin, but a sharper contrast has been struck these days. His skin looks practically white compared to the dark veins bulging under his skin. The nail beds of his exposed fingers looked equally dark, as if Gundam had intentionally painted them such.
It's an interesting... aesthetic. Gundam doesn't actually seem that bothered by such a development. He flexes his exposed arm and hand in different ways, grinning despite the pain it causes him.]
Yes. Yes! Of course! Kekeke... FUAHAHA! HA HA HA!
Fighting through the adversity of that disease -- the poison trapped deep within me has emerged stronger and even more atrocious! This pain I endure is proof of it's heinous power!
Truly there is no one else who can rival the power of evil incarnate! A walking cataclysm! A shapeless insanity! He who shall rule his world, Gundam Tanaka!
[Although he can see why everyone else would be miserable over this development. They're just mortals after all. Their frail existences are incapable of harnessing such a tremendous power to manipulate as they wish. How tragic.]
Stage 3 - P1
a.
[At a certain point even the Supreme Overlord of Ice realizes that something seems to be wrong. Any control he thought he might have had over the progression of the poison quickly erodes. His scarred arm he always kept wrapped in banadges keeps continually splitting open. Black, putrid poison keeps oozing out and soaking through the bandages no matter how much pressure he applies or how many times he wraps it.
The only reasonable course of action is to quarantine himself! If he's lost control over it, then he's once again a danger to everyone around him. Especially with how they've already been weakened with their own afflictions! Before he could render mortals to ash with a mere touch -- he shudders to think of what the poison oozing out of him could be capable of now.
He'll be locking himself in his room until further notice.
[un: theforbiddenone]
Beware the 13th portal of the third plane of existence if you value what little life you have left!
b. Closed - Hinata
[At a certain point, it becomes very obvious to Gundam's hamsters that no amount of bandages, hot tea, or rice porrigde they bring back to Gundam's room is fixing what is wrong with him. They're completely unaffected by whatever is plaguing his body and causing it to decompose, but at the end of the day despite their best efforts -- they're hamsters. They can't help him how he needs to be helped.
However, there is one person on this station who Gundam holds in higher regard than anyone else. Only one person who Gundam could be in the presence of without turning them to ash with a single touch.
The Singularity!
Jum-P stays behind with Gundam. While San-D, Maga-Z, and Cham-P seek out Hinata across the hall!]
[Wildcard!]
[Was there something else you wanted to do with Gundam? Feel free to hit me up at
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vanessa ives
stage 1: drinking a little more tea than usual and, despite her wish to curl up until she feels better, trying to persevere and find something useful with her time. may be found in the hydroponics areas, library door or medical lab
stage 2: pathway 1 -- black blood. the black begins to spread out from her heart down her left arm first, spreading quicker here than anywhere else. her dress masks most of it though her fingertips on her left hand are blackening
stage 3: wounds begin to open and, in an effort to preserve her dresses vanessa goes back to wearing the jumpsuits. with the open wounds the skin around it, slowly spreading (arms, her neck, chest mostly) begins to rot.
stage 4: the rotting begins to cease and the wounds slowly close, though marks of what occurred remain. there's a scar across her left collarbone, faintly tinged with black, another on the back of her neck. along with it, her left pinky and ring finger are tinged with black that runs up her wrist )
▶ alucard
she'd agreed to let him examine her, hoping that he could discover what was happening to her, how it had happened. one of the biggest questions on her mind was whether she was going to die, though vanessa didn't yet dare voice it )
What do you require?
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MILLER | OTA
mess hall » every night you're terrified
corridors » of what you won't become
airlock » so you wanna die young
(cw: blood, suicidal thoughts/actions)[ wildcards are cool within reason, or if you want to catch miller before it gets this bad - he's obviously progressing from stage 1 into stage 2 & 3 P3. if you're not sure about anything you can hit me up here to plot! feel free to go the way of the bracket and i'll follow. ]
mess hall
--Until the table jumped, silverware and trays scattering like kicked cats.
His eyes fly open and his head jerks up, gaze confused and dark.
It takes him a few seconds to put the scene together. Then he assumes it was his fault.]
You could have just said. I tried to tell you I wasn't company.
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apollo - mixed starters ( path 2 )
stages 1 & 2 » ota
Ｓｔａｇｅ ２ » Ｆｉｔｎｅｓｓ Ａｒｅａ / Ｓｐａｒｒｉｎｇ
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midnighter | ota [nb: self-harm & medical gore].
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"I woke up with copper growing under my skin." Despite the topic, her tone is casual, and she waits only a second longer before moving to the next treadmill over and starting it at a slow walking pace.
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my dyslexic ass spent the longest time trying to figure out what this char had to do w the dmv
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Ricki Tarr
[Ricki makes it through the first stage of the illness with nothing but a light headache. He whistles in the mess hall, filling a cup or three with coffee, with tea, and making the rounds to distribute top-ups to people slumped and looking particularly sorry for themselves in booths.
Count your blessings, he figures.]
i've done questionable things: the chapel
[When he notices the metal spreading under his skin, he doesn't cut into it- he watches someone else make the attempt, feels his whole head fill with uncomfortable static, and gets the fuck out of there before he has an honest anxiety attack in public.
Like a few others, Ricki makes his way to the chapel. He sits near the front, draws in a breath through his nose, finds something like a bible from home and settles in to read.
He stays there a while. The worst of it is under his ribs, locking the tissue there in hard and tight, making it difficult for him to get a full breath. It's a good disguise for the fact that this is getting to him, makes it legitimately difficult to breathe.]
if only you could see what i've seen with your eyes: private, reachable only by communicator
[Towards the end, he goes back to his quarters, shuts the door, and locks it. If he turns the lights in his room out it isn't immediately obvious that he can no longer see, that the copper in and around his face. He touches, once or twice in the dark, feels his sharp, brittle eyelashes. Feels his eyeballs, hard and slick and unfeeling. He gasps out a sob and licks his upper lip, nearly cuts his tongue on the metal tearing through the chapped lips.
Ricki rolls over, curls up tight, and stays in the dark, and finally prays in earnest.]
but then again, who does?: observation deck
[When it ends, he loses his mind a little bit. Shouts, fuck, and fuck! Puts a heel of one boot through a glass tabletop, and then steps back, shaking glass off his pant leg and feeling like a moron. It hasn't helped. It's just, he's losing it, apparently, and looking around for a dustpan and going to scream at absolutely anyone who even looks at him. Fuck.]
Mess Hall
Thanks.
[Reaching for it, Daisy leans back in her seat and watches him. Trying to remember if they've met before. She's pretty sure she's seen him around at least.]
Have we met before?
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Jasnah Kholin
[She comes down with the initial fever hard, ends up slumped in one of the back booths in the mess hall with both hands wrapped around a cup of something hot. She's at once burning alive and gritting her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering.
'Barely holding it together' has been Jasnah's default setting for the last several months, so her friends will probably recognize this as nothing new.]
dissolution
[The thing that's so distressing about this is that this does happen to soulcasters in Jasnah's world. She'd seen a woman once whose cheek had turned to smoke, who held a cloth against the smokeskin in order to keep food in her mouth while she ate.
Her mother had taken her to see the woman, to warn her of the danger of picking up the art. Ivory had sworn that his bond would spare her the same fate, but she keeps looking down and seeing the glove of her safehand crumple, like her body underneath it is going.
The first time it happens to her on the station she's in a hallway, and then she's dropped to her knees with a shrill sound, clutching her hand to her chest.]
incorporeality
[She's there, then she's gone. She's in the gym, recovering from a swim putting her hair back up in pins- then she's gone, and one falls to the floor. It drops audibly, tipping and spinning over the metal floor.]
unfairness
He pokes at it with a spoon, looking up to her as he does so. His eyes are brazenly sympathetic.]
What do you normally do when you get sick? If you were back home.
[He remembers her home sounding unique, interesting. So he's curious. And talking about something typically keeps thoughts away from the unease in his chest and the aches running up and down his spine.]
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9S | OTA
[9S' body had begun overheating at sporadic intervals, and that was dangerous. He risked a forced shut-down or irreparable damage if his systems couldn't cool themselves, neither of which anyone in this station could handle. He'd be decommissioned.
Worse yet, the feverish state made it hard for him to think, and harder yet for him to go out and search for the only solution he could think of off hand. So, he decided to fish on the network a bit first.]
This is 9S. Has anyone run across any coolant? I think I'm running low...
stage 2; here to provide support
[With the fever gone, 9S is pretty sure he's fine? Any pain he feels is surely just residual. He did a systems check, and everything came up within the normal parameters. Either way, he decides to make use of himself and see how the humans were doing. An illness seems to have swept through the station, and he wanted to provide what assistance he could. At this point he only knew the basics of first aid, but still...
He hoped that he could ease their suffering, if only a little.
Seeing someone down the hall, he awkwardly breaks the silence in the air to speak up.] Hey, do you need some help?
stage 3; death rattle
[9S continues to ignore his illness even as the symptoms pile up and his parameters tilt dangerously off the charts. He didn't know what to do, he couldn't complete complex repairs on YoRHa units, and this was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. So long as he could move, as long as he could function, as long as his mind was intact, he'd focused on the others instead. It wasn't a virus, he'd already checked a dozen times over.
Worst case scenario, he transfers his consciousness to a terminal and apologizes for the intrusion on Hank's territory. A human doesn't have that option.
He's okay.
Don't panic. Calm down.
As he comes to a stop in the hallway of Deck 5, breathing ragged and his fingers white-knuckled against his chest, he tries to calm himself.]
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[Feel free to throw whatever at me! You can contact me at
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The replicators can produce chemicals. My system runs on a substance called thirium. It's not biological in nature and the replicators are able to produce it.
Are your systems waterproof?
[Connor's thoughts kept returning to the swimming pool on board. It wasn't the most elegant of solutions, but the cool water might help. He'd already shut down a handful of non-crucial programs and lowered his sensor sensitivity in hopes to use less of his processing capabilities, but nothing seemed to help with his core temperature.]
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haru okumura | persona 5 | ota
[The fever isn't bad compared to most things the lot of them have been through here. If they can make it through a week of being kept awake...certainly they could let this bug run out of their systems, right?
Right.
Well, Haru will be in the mess hall, checking in on people as she can. Whether she knows them or not.]
I can make you some tea, if you like.
[Yikes, she sounds pretty sick herself.]
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[She doesn't really want to think about the fact that when she wakes up this morning that things are a little stiffer than usual. She stretches and just attributes her soreness to the cold she had been suffering.
She decides to take a walk around the station, stretching as she walks along.]
A-ah! [It's a sharp gasp and she has to lean herself against the wall. Haha, ha. Maybe she wasn't feeling so great after all.]
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[And of course, things get worse before they get better. There isn't much to add on how she may feel as things start going downhill. Her joints get stiffer, and her pain gets worse.
As much as she wants to internalize it, the situation she has found herself in this time is... not so great. She's going to send out a station-wide voice message in quite a panic.]
I need some assistance in the larger garden area. I can't seem to move my legs right now.
[Saying that makes her panic worse, G R E A T. Send a girl some help?]
WILDCARD.
[Request a closed prompt over @
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So maybe it looks a little weird that he's actually wearing his kigurumi around the place, but it's better than showing off any lewd amounts of skin or other morbidly endorsed Bullshit that the station's been pulling on them, but he finds himself approaching the garden and...
Well this sucks.
What's a boy to do in a situation like this? Play it off like it's no big deal, because when it's too much of a big deal, that shit? That shit only makes things more panicky.]
Need a ride?
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Erik Lehnsherr | XCU
OTA Prompts Stages 1-3
[ Erik doesn’t get sick. Maybe it’s a benefit of his mutation. Maybe it’s his generally solitary lifestyle. But even with his family in Poland, when Magda and Nina would trade colds back and forth he never caught it.
So when he develops a fever, it’s cause for concern. Better safe than sorry, he goes to the newly-opened clinic to see who there might be able to diagnose him. He announces to the first person he finds there. ]
I have symptoms that could indicate an infection, or could indicate poisoning.
Stage 2
[ It wasn’t the food poisoning them, at least. He needed to stay hydrated. And warm. And rest until it passes. And isolate himself, because they don’t have the supplies or the expertise to deal with an epidemic. He can’t risk infecting others.
Again he is plagued with hallucinations. Shivering in the silence of his room, watching his limbs crumble to ash. His stores of food and water run out before the fever breaks. Which is a problem as he can’t see his hands. They’re there. They must be there. He doesn’t believe half of what he sees in this place anymore. Sometimes he doubts that Charles and Hank are still there, that Raven ever was.
He makes his way to the door, stumbling as he does. His feet no longer have any feeling. His hands can’t grasp the door. He grits his teeth and reaches with his senses to fling a chair against it. ]
Let me out!
Stage 3
[ He feels better, so he goes swimming. It is not the best thing he could have done. With his limbs disappearing, not just in sensation or in hallucination but in fact, he ends up treading water with whatever stumps he has left, fighting the panic that threatens to render him useless. ]
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Sakuya Kira/Lucifer
OTA
[Kira's fever hits like a truck, and he doesn't weather it well. It's so odd, to feel this bad in his own body, because an angel's wings are their immune system, and that immune system is magical, so it usually nullifies everything that came at him.
This thought consumes him as he sits in the mess hall, not wearing his leather jacket and instead wrapped in his blanket as he stares at a bowl of soup that he's not sure he wants to eat.]
God, this shit tastes worse somehow right now.
[And at that, he groans and sets his head on the table.]
Hey, what the fuck is this sickness anyway?
2. Stage Three
[It's been terrible. This whole thing had been so terrible, and Kira had been pretending to be fine, zipping up his jacket and wearing his gloves to hide the blackening of his chest, of his body, and while his wings were already black, he kept them hidden as well. It was impossible to hide the black feathers that dropped from him now and then, however. They were dead, and would likely provide no power if consumed, thankfully, but that meant one thing-
Lucifer was losing his wings.
It had gone on too long now, and he was losing his ability to control himself. He still had all of his limbs and fingers, but lumped on the ground and surrounded by feathers and parts of his now manifested wings, it was obvious that things had gone terribly, terribly wrong.
Two of his four wings were completely gone, a third half gone, the fourth hanging on just barely as Kira pushed himself to his knees, growling.]
Get. Away from me.
[As his wings deteriorated, it was also harder to keep up the appearance of 'Kira', his hair longer and a scar just barely visible over his eye, and it was a lot harder not to lash out and attack others.
In fact, if the person who had just arrived did not immediately turn and leave after his warning, Kira bared his teeth before lunging up from the ground, hands outstretched as he attempts to grab and bite them.]
[OOC: Kira will be being killed by Katou later, but feel free to fight back the Ghoul!Kira! Any kind of injuries are good!]
Closed to Minato, Alucard, and Katou
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wildcard; once the illness begins to pass
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Daisy Johnson | OTA
[Daisy isn't completely surprised when people start falling ill, especially in an enclosed space like this, it passes quickly to everyone. Daisy isn't convinced that the people who had explored that planet didn't come back with something. It's not so bad though, Daisy still goes on with her daily tasks, just a little slower than usual. She still makes time for the gym, although she doesn't go as hard as she usually does. At one point she moves to take a seat on the ground because standing becomes a little difficult. This is most likely where she'll be found if someone else comes in, Daisy on the floor and chugging back water.
When she isn't in the gym, she'll be found in either the mess hall, drinking as much coffee as she can get to try and stay awake, and help warm her up. Or, if they know where her room is, laying on her bed.]
STAGE 2 (P3)
[Maybe Daisy pushed herself too hard the past couple of days, because now? Now it's really catching up to her. She still forces herself to get out of the bed, but she skips the gym completely. She just needs something to warm her up, even though she feels hot at the same time. At certain points she can be found leaning against the wall as she tries to gather the energy to keep walking, and when that becomes too much effort, sitting on the floor.
When she finds enough energy to push herself up off the floor, or away from the floor, Daisy finally gets into the mess hall. It’s a lot less active than it usually is, which is alarming, to say the least. As much as she’s tried to put it off, Daisy finally makes the decision to go to the research and medical department. If someone else is in there, she may ask for help trying to figure out how to use the machine properly. If not, well, she’ll just have to figure out for herself.
Her panic really sets in when she’s making her way out of the med bay and suddenly her legs are gone, and she’s collapsing on the floor because as far as she can tell, there’s nothing to keep her upright anymore.]
STAGE 3 (P3)
[Daisy has dealt with a lot of weird things, and having her body changing into something else was one of them. This? This was completely different and not something she ever expected to happen to her. Especially right now, when the fever finally seems to have let up and she’s starting to feel like herself again. It first starts happening when she’s in the mess hall to grab some food, as she reaches for a plate she’s suddenly seeing the tissue under her skin, which has her instantly dropping her plate in a panic.]
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[Feel free to write up something or contact me either by PM or
Fever bordering on stage 2
He walked through the mess hall to one of the replicators and raised his hand, pressing his palm against the machine. After a few minutes, the skin on his hand seemed to recede to reveal a shiny, white plastic exoskeleton underneath and the replicator lit up. The LED on his temple flickered blue and the replicator produced a bottle of blue liquid and then another.
He took both, one in each hand, his skin sliding back into place as he turned away from the replicator.
As he turned to leave he spotted Daisy, his gaze seemed to linger on her for a moment with a neutral, almost curious expression before offering her a polite smile.]
Hello, Daisy. [He tilted his head to the side, eyes still locked on her.] May I suggest, maybe, water or orange juice. Your temperature is higher than normal. It might be a good idea to get some extra rest as well.
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Peter Guillam | Open to all
Peter tries to carry on through the fever and malaise. Some days it's easier, other days he sleeps late in his room, and at least twice, he sits down somewhere public (the mess hall, the library) to "rest" and ends up just plain falling asleep.
stage 2
The first time he hallucinates his arm turning to dust, he actually screams and staggers back against the wall, staring in horror at (what he thinks is) his arm slowly dissolving and blowing away down the corridor. He sinks down to the floor, sweating and shaking, muttering "no, no, no"—and then he opens his eyes and finds himself clutching his intact arm by the wrist.
When it happens again, at least he's sort of prepared, but he doesn't stop being frightened by it. He'll sit down—in a chair if he can, on the floor if there isn't one—and wait, breathing as if he's running, until it's over.
stage 3
There's something ironic, he thinks, about a spy going invisible.
The skin going invisible, now that's a horror. He can see the blood vessels under the skin, the muscles and ligaments. It makes him nauseated to look at it, and he starts wrapping himself up like the Invisible Man in HG Wells.
It's almost a relief when he starts to turn completely insubstantial; he may not be able to see his limbs or himself in the end, but he won't see that. He becomes a ghost, a shimmer glimpsed out of the corner of the eye. One might even say, a spook.
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James Holden | OTA
Holden starts feeling under the weather in what seems like a sudden manner. It’s not really all that sudden he just hadn’t noticed the chills at first, the subtle not good feeling that didn’t really rise to then pinnacle of his attention when other more important things demanded it rather than small and insignificant discomforts.
So, it seemed sudden by the time the ache deeper into his joints and the chills turned to outright shivering and the slight not good was a bit more prevalent, distracting and much harder to ignore. There’s not much in the way of layers to add so trying to hide his shivering the best he can he heads into the mess hall to get a hot cup of coffee even if literally anything else other than alcohol would be a better and more responsible choice.
[ Holden will be going down p3. Feel free to throw something in the other stages if you have the desire! He’d be ignoring his own symptoms as much as possible in order to check on and help others namely his crew.
I'll match tenses and styles! Feel free to hit me with your best shot or hit me up via PM or on plurk at
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... that's exactly what's happeneing. Bodhi had pulled his blanket off his bed, and was now wearing it like a shawl and he doesn't care if anyone has an issue with it (doubtful that many others are really gonna judge him, given the various states of illness people seem to be in).
he's yet to realize that he hasn't turned the machine on as he blinks at it, waiting for his tea. ]
These broken again?
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Naoya Toudou | OTA
[ His head was pounding. The fever was climbing up fast and even the (somewhat shitty) soup in the cafeteria wasn't doing much good. So Naoya did the most logical thing to cool down; he headed towards the ship's pool and was laying there floating in the middle in a star formation. It wasn't the best, but at least it helped him a little. ]
I really hope this isn't something too bad.
[Yet part of him had a really bad feeling about this.]
Well shit.
[Not only had the fever still continued, but now he was pretty sure he was being affected by illusion. Sometimes watching his hands turn to stone and then just disappearing, he looked at them while sitting on the ground, turning them over before giving one of them a tentative bite.]
Okay, still there.
[Something laughed in his head, and he couldn't help but flinch. Urrgh. Of course this would happen.]
You're not getting out. I'm the one in control.
[Who was he talking to? But more importantly, was one of his eyes suddenly yellow instead of red? How bizarre...]
[ Naoya could be found in some of the corridors, even in the pool. While the fever had started to disappear, so hard parts of his body. The skin on his hand was see-thought now, displaying him his muscles in their glory. It didn't seem to hurt when he touched it either, briefly reappearing like static before going again.]
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You look like shit. Is our hand disappearing?
[No one could hear the voice but him, but his replies were vocal. It sounded more like he was going mad.]
Yeah.
Don't disappear on me, you dumbass.
I'm not planning to.
At this rate between the fever and this shit you'll be out of energy. Why do you always want to help others? Tch. I can't believe I came from you.
Stop it, 'Kazuya'.
Don't use that name.
I know you like it. It gives you a sense of self, right? Instead of just being 'Naoya'.
...I hate you.
Yeah, I know.
But I hate dying even more. If you go, then I go too. So how about a deal? Rest for a bit and I'll keep watch for you.
I'm not falling for that one.
Hey I just said I don't want to die, dumbass. I'm not asking you to give me the reins, I'm just saying that you can take a little bit of a nap, and when you wake up again I'll go back to where I was. It's like a mental pass so you don't go crazy. What would happen if you suddenly summoned a Persona and attacked a friend? That's bad right? What do you say?
I'm not sure I can trust you. You cut me up in tiny little pieces once.
And you got better! So we're even. Look I'll really help, okay? I'd rather be stuck in here than stuck nowhere. If it means a bit of freedom before slinking back to your mind then I'll take it. I'm sure your friends would love me!
[Naoya pauses. He wants to click his tongue but briefly it's not there and he gives himself a small slap on the face, then groans.]
Okay...I trust you.
Ha ha ha! You're an idiot!
I know. But...thanks. Be good.
...you make me sick sometimes.
[When the teenager reopened his eyes, they were completely yellow. A grin spread across his face despite the situation, and he gave a small laugh.]
Oh man, I finally get control and this body's falling to shit! Well, at least the fever's gone. Let's see if we can find you a cure or something, dumbass.
[There's something clearly different about Naoya. And no, it's not just the disappearing hands and chest, even if he has suddenly taken to walk bare-chested instead of having his uniform on like he always did. It's not the yellow eyes either.
No, it's the smile on his face. It's a lot more diabolical than usual. He just greets whoever is walking by with a wave.]
Hey. Are you having a shitty day too? I'd give you a hand but I seem to be missing one.
[He laughs at his own joke. Maybe Naoya did go crazy.]
So...got any idea on what we should do? Did someone figure this out? I'm eager to use some Personas or to burn something down if it means we can go back to normal.
Stage 3 pt 2
Naoya's look, those off-colored eyes, and the way he addresses him sets off alarms. So many alarms.]
Fenris! [The dog-like Persona is summoned, snarling as Jun glares at Naoya.]
You... you won't trick me again! If you've done this... I'll... [He will fight. Fight like an injured and cornered animal, out of necessity more than any misguided thoughts that he could win on his own.]
Where is Toudou-san? What have you done with him?
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