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Who: Alisaie Leveilleur (

adelphoi) & you nerds
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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[ alisaie waves her hand dismissively and tucks herself up comfortably on the sofa, legs drawn up under her blanket. if it's overcomplicated, he needn't explain.

pastries, though.. that gets her interest!! alisaie leans forward a little, eyeing the bag. ]

I've not had trouble eating anything, no - that's very kind of you, Gaius.

[He'll go ahead and set that up, then. He opens the bag and arranges them on the plate he'd brought. There are about five in total, so she's free to help herself.]

It's the least I can do for a friend that's under the weather. [Maybe that's putting it too positively? He sets out a cold bottle of milk as well. He would've sprung for tea, but...bakeries.] I haven't had much time to talk to the sick myself. The Guard seems intent on exhausting all my energy these days.

[ you're a man after her own heart, gaius. ill or not, she's not too sick to turn down sweetcakes fresh from the bakery. she's careful not to touch the other pastries while picking out what appears to be a cherry one, so as not to contaminate the lot with DISEASE. ]

I believe it. My, um -

[ immediately she flushes pink right to her hairline, looking abashed. ]

B-boyfriend - [ SHE SAID IT, she said the word, it was so hard to spit out. she's floundering, be kind, gaius... ] - is a member of the Guard as well, he's been working very hard.

[It's too late, Alisaie. They're already infected. They're infected with friendship and compassion and the blessing of the wind.

Gaius chuckles at that surprising display of shyness, but it's not condescending. It's clear he's just a bit surprised as he takes the lemon pastry for himself.]

I had no idea you were dating. Should I congratulate you? Honestly, I'm not sure. I've never had a friend of mine start dating before. I wonder if I know him.

[ omgggggg curse her fair skin, she's red as a beet. ]

W-well I -- have not exactly advertised it.

[ it was never a secret, but it's difficult to talk about if only because - well, because of this of course, how flustered she gets about it. how embarrassing!! ]

It's been.. oh, two moons now, I suppose.

[ two months and this is the first time she's called him her boyfriend.. alisaie please. ]

But you may very well know him, he's quite.. gregarious. His name is Prompto. Freckled, talkative, hair like a chocobo.

I think I've seen him in passing; I'll make sure to greet him properly next time.

[That's a normal thing to do, right? He wouldn't know, none of his friends have ever dated? And you don't exactly date in the nomadic settlement...]

I'm happy for you, though. Finding companionship amidst all we've been through can't have been easy, but you've succeeded. I hope all of us can find people to be close to as time goes on.

[If they haven't already.]

I.. yes, I suppose so.

[ you're killing her, gaius. her face is on fire. ]

It wasn't something either of us actually pursued, I don't think, sometimes things simply.. happen.

[ had they actually tried to make it happen it probably would've been a complete disaster lbr ]

It might seem like it simply happened, but I think you're owed more credit than that. Being open to love isn't an easy thing sometimes.

[Who said 'love'? He just did. Just now.]

But I have a feeling you'd like me to stop talking about this. I promised to show you something, didn't I?

[ love oh lord, stop, you're going to kill her..

she's so grateful for a new topic to grasp onto!! ]

Oh! Yes.

[ please, let's move on, yes, she's even leaning forward to listen closely. ]

[That's been his plan all along.

Except—it isn't. He removes his Arcus from his pocket, just like last time.]

Last time, I told you that I can convert my body's own mana into orbal arts using the quartzes inside. Since one of them just so happens to be a healing quartz, I thought maybe it might alleviate your symptoms a little.

[ she nods, listening closely; it's honestly not too different from what she's familiar with, and how she uses her crystal focus to channel magicks from her own aether.

a gentle smile soon dawns over her features. ]

You're very kind.

[ she doesn't have the heart to tell him it likely will not work, but.. it's worth trying. ]

[He did say 'alleviate' and not 'cure.' He's not that optimistic. He'd like to think it'll at least feel good? ...He's honestly not sure.]

Do you mind if I try it now, then? You don't even have to move.

[His hope is that maybe it'll work for long enough to have a conversation. Anything. So he's still a little naive.]

[ you're a good boy, gaius.. ]

Of course, give it a whirl.

[ she wants to see how it works anyway so, win-win. ]

[Normally, he stands when using his ARCUS, but he remains right where he's seated. He holds out his hand, speaking in a soft voice. There are no battle cries today.]

ARCUS. Activate.

[It comes to life in his hands. It doesn't move, no, but it turns on. There's a glimmer of light, and soon there's green light surrounding the both of them. A refreshing wind blows through the room, but it doesn't seem to blow or knock anything over. Despite that, Alisaie will feel it ruffling her hair just like it blows through Gaius'. It should result in some fatigue being lifted at the bare minimum, but well...he's never used it on a sick person before.]

Can you feel it?

[ though the method is certainly different, the effect is.. pleasantly familiar. alisaie is no stranger to magic and aetherial manipulation, and while the signature of this.. spell, for lack of a better term, is certainly different from what she's accustomed to, it's still familiar enough to be a comfort. a cousin to her own abilities.

as expected, the effect is.. lackluster. due in no part, she's sure, to his own talents, but simply woefully ineffective against the terrible virus. alisaie's own healing skills could not touch it either. still, it's soothing, it relaxes her aching muscles and settles comfortably into her bones.

with a sigh, she sits back against the arm of the sofa. ]

That's lovely.

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