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Who: Alisaie Leveilleur (

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What: October general shenans
When: All month
Where: Everywhere potentially but probably just at her house mostly
Warning(s): Sick.. stuff?? idk probably nothing but will update if necessary.

PART 1;

a; aftermath

[ alisaie is not present in the marketplace when the attack occurs, but the resounding boom cannot be missed, even from her home flat. it's a hectic hour or so while she rushes to figure out what has happened, and when riza returns home sick she feels a heavy misgiving sink deep into her stomach. disease is not an enemy she can fight with her rapier, it's something insidious, something sneaky and unpredictable - gods help them find a remedy soon.

immediately, she's dashing right to work. with riza ill they'll need supplies - healthy foods, spare blankets, medicinal herbs, ice, a great deal of ice. once she's set with her list she's off to the institute and markets to gather what useful things she can, stuffing them into a canvas shoulder bag, but you can certainly bet that she'll stop to assist in any way she can, whether it's righting an overturned cart or leading those who were injured in the panic to the sanctuary.

of course, it's not long before she's feeling rather warm and dizzy herself and, of course, chalking it up to the rush and mayhem. maybe she'll just.. sit down a moment. ]

b; sickbed;

[ alisaie is an awful patient.

keeping her in bed is no easy task, and there's an itch under her skin that urges her to move, to work - there's so much she could be doing, ways she could be helping. this disease is a godsdamned prison.

she's responsible enough to at least not mingle with the public, lest she spread this horrible mystery illness further, but she cannot remain strictly indoors in bed for so long, not without losing her mind. so when she can, when the weather is tepid, alisaie sits on the second floor deck of her flat, wrapped up in a blanket, usually with a book (or stack of books), enjoying the fresh air on her too-hot face. ]

c; reaching out

[ what else can you do when you're more or less bedbound? catch up on the internet, of course. mostly, alisaie keeps an eye on the network for any updates, and takes the time to reach out to those she knows, to doublecheck that they're safe. if you've met her even once or twice, chances are she will toss a line out and test the waters. incoming message from RedMage: ]

This is Alisaie; how are you faring?

PART 2;

a; wandering

[ it's late evening the first time she sees him.

though first she hears him, the familiar voice of her grandfather calling her out of her dreams, warm and welcoming. she wakes in her bed, slick with fever sweat and surrounded by silence - mayhaps she had misheard it? it must have been a dream, her head is spinning. but then it comes again, distinct and clear; it has been years since she last heard his voice but it is not a sound that she would ever forget. ]

Grandfather..?

[ dizzy and disoriented, she climbs out of bed and stumbles toward the open window, squinting into the slanting light of sunset just in time to see the shape of him, louisoix leveilleur's all too familiar form disappearing around the corner. immediately her heart kicks up into her throat and alisaie gasps and turns, stumbling back through her bedroom and out of the house, down the stairs and onto the street barefoot, in her nightdress, to follow a ghost. ]

No, please wait.. don't leave me again..

[ how long she wanders in this delirium she cannot say, but her feet are sore and scratched and muddy, her hair down and wild from sleep and the tugging winds. she may run right into you, or trip over a flagstone, but short of forceful intervention nothing will keep her from her goal. ]

b; friendly fire

[ for those of you unlucky enough to visit her (or stop by her home for some other purpose) while the symptoms continue to worsen, you will find that her delirium has not abated. between bouts of lucidity and sleep she tries still to wander, to follow the voices and phantoms of her family and friends to whatever oblivion they might call her to, but it is not only friends she sees. sometimes it is enemies or horrible, twisted monsters. it's hardly a problem if she wanders outside, weaponless, but any creak of sound within her home would easily alert her.

blinking blearily, alisaie tumbles out of bed at the noise, her heart thudding and her mind cloudy, and she does not think twice before taking up her rapier and focus which lie across a chair in her room and stumbling into the dimly lit common area. her voice is rough from coughing. ]

Who.. who goes there?

[ catchall for october! alisaie will spent much of it being sick, apparently, so feel free to crash her place and visit.. make sure she stays in bed. get her texts or send her one, or meet up in the market!! if none of these prompts work for you i'm more than happy to work something out and write up a starter. ♥ plotting comment is here, or i can be reached on plurk for planning. i'm game! ]

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[…she's moving even more than Ammy intended, but things are very often liable to get lost in translation she supposes.

Once little elf is on the same level as her, gate open, she enters Mother-like, with her grumbling complaints and wolfish tsking at her for not resting fully. With all her groaning, she puts her teeth on small hand, not a bite, the barest pressure, and fusses, before nudging head under her palm. She circles her part way, and then becomes distracted by the scents of the other dogs, and down her nose goes to venture further past the gate, following this information, invited or not.]

Excuse me, that's enough complaining.

[ she says lightly, smiling, even if her voice is scratchy. there is no ill the company of a canine cannot heal. she's ready to retort that it's a perfectly nice day to be outdoors even when sick, but it seems the wolf has other ideas.

alisaie follows behind her, back up the stairs, and soon enough she's catching on. ]

Oh, you must smell Peo and Hayate. They live here, too.

[Her twitching nose creeps where wall meets floor, and over furniture, up the steps. She recognizes Hayate, having met him briefly, but not the other dog. When wolf and Alisaie are at the top of the stairs, she sneezes once, delicately, the sorting and processing of all the scents she's gathered.

Into a low and long stretch she goes, pinning her ears a moment before standing fully again, and padding around to take in her and Riza's place, showing no reluctance in shoving her head under the bed, nosing around under a portion of blankets, soon, trying to paw open a drawer, and finally, coming to stand in the open doorway that leads to the deck where Alisaie's books wait.

She plops into a sit, with single, short groan-whimper, putting her amber eyes on the ill elf incredulously.]

[ WELL OKAY AMMY make yourself at home!!

alisaie hardly minds, though, she's glad of the company for sure, and this wolf always makes for a good companion. she can't help but smile at the way she trots around and shoves her face into everything, but by the time she gets the door shut and goes to find her she's already found her way onto the deck.

she'll soon find herself greeted by a doggo, who hops off of her bed with a yawn and a stretch, before trotting out to meet them. ]

Say hello, Peo.

[Ammy stands to greet the little Peo, lifting her tail to wave it, dipping head and muzzle to sniff at his. It's sometimes easy to forget how large wolves are until they're around dogs, and he's definitely small in comparison. She meets his circling with her own, until she's content with getting to know him, and sits once more, tilting her head almost completely to the left at him for a moment, before sinking onto her thigh, and lifting other hind paw to scratch under her ribs for a second.

From here, she gets up suddenly to invade Alisaie's resting spot on the deck, sniffing over her seat and the books, and what she's looking for is water, because so long as she's staying hydrated, she'll lessen her fussing a bit. There's just so many affected, Alisaie, and her healing isn't sticking with all of them.

She worries.]

[ peo seems intimidated at first, but he warms up surprisingly quickly - or well, mayhaps not so surprisingly. alisaie doesn't quite understand what she is, but she knows there is much more to this wolf than meets the eye, that she is in no way a simple animal. even were she not able to see those faint markings she would still know that something is not quite right in her perception.

she's settled down again though by the time the wolf comes back over to her, and peo comes as well, trotting over with his tail wagging high to sit right on his haunches on the deck. ]

Just what are you fussing about?

[ there's a glass out here, yes, that once held water but it's empty now save for a few clinging droplets. ]

[It may seem wolf is ignoring Alisaie completely for now, and arguably, she is. She has the standard rudeness of wolves, that one track mind, once it's locked itself onto something. Finally, her black nose does find the glass, moving about with such determination, she tips it over onto its side once she's discovered it.

Her head raises in slight surprise, watching it roll just a little ways, before she's growling at its obvious lack of water. When she reaches in to catch her teeth on it, the smooth surface springs away from her mouth, causing it to roll further, teeter onto the deck, and roll a little ways more. The second growl is so moody! And she steps around the table Alisaie's glass had been sat on to follow after it, failing a time or two more to pick it up when trying to get her mouth around the outside again.

Third time's the charm. She paws at it now to get the glass to stand, then lowers muzzle to pluck it up by the brim, which means her lower jaw is pretty much inside the whole thing. Head lifted once more, she whips her face pointedly at Alisaie, the bottom of the glass sticking comically out of her mouth at her, but wolf mama looking so sour a little ways beyond it with her flopping down ears.

Where's a water source in this house, Alisaie?]

[ alisaie gives a surprised little 'oh!' when the glass tips over, but it doesn't crack or shatter, and by the time she reaches for it it's already rolled a ways away.

she'd stand and retrieve it herself, but the wolf seems is adamant about taking care of this business on her own, so alisaie can do little more than watch while she struggles, trying not to laugh and failing spectacularly. glasses aren't well made for wolf paws and mouths.

but she succeeds soon enough, and when she turns back toward alisaie she just looks so silly that a laugh bubbles up easily, and the wolf's grumpy expression only heightens the humor, really. give her a moment, she's got to recover, here - ]

Are - haha - are you thirsty, pup?

[She groans in reply, glass filled snout going into the air to wave around, not daring exactly to toss it about in her teeth as she might a stick or some other picked up thing.

All right, all right. Plunking down. It's funny, she gets it, but—she paws the air at the amused elf, groaaaaning—you've got to tell her, now, Alisaie, where can she fetch you water, because dehydration isn't going to help matters.]

[ oh no, if you're trying to get her to take you seriously you're going to have a hard time of it, doggo. as soon as she starts waving the glass around alisaie's bubbling giggle instead becomes a peal of laughter - and then, unfortunately, a fit of racking coughs interspersed with laughs. ]

A-all right, all right -

[ another cough, and she's clearing her throat and patting at her chest, still smiling though she's flushed with effort. ]

Much as I'd like to see you attempt to manage it yourself, I don't want to have to clean up the inevitable mess.

[ because look at the way you're holding that glass ammy how will you get it back to her with water still in it?? so alisaie gathers up her books and tightens her blanket around her shoulders before rising to her feet and gesturing inside, and toward the kitchen. ]

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