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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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[ Catching wind of everyone in Olympia moving from there to Wyver is, despite everything happening, is a blessing. Sometime after she had left with the small group of runaways that had formed with a mix of fugitives and friends she had found out that the number of people falling ill had multiplied. And while she saw it coming from a mile away considering Alisaie had been taking care of Riza, she'd much rather shoulder that pain instead.

It worsens when she meets with other bedridden individuals who had been hit with the illness. Her anxiety builds in her stomach and blatant concern is expressed on her features with curved brows and eyes that perfectly reflected the sympathy residing in the chambers of her heart. Even if she was not behind this attack and was foolishly roped into it to be burdened with the blame it hurts that there was the strong possibility that she could have stopped this.

It's all that she can think when she's at Alisaie's bedside. Biting her bottom lip as she laces her features with seems to be neutrality, though knowing Leanne, a girl who wears her emotions on her sleeve, she's unable to simply ignore when the symptoms appear and there's evident pain coursing through the girl's veins. Reaching out she grabs onto her hand, lacing fingers and allowing her to find a sense of security within their grasp. ]

Alisaie.

[ Her voice is soft in attempts to continue concealing the fear in her voice. ]

Breathe, Alisaie. Slowly. [ But for the love of God just keep breathing. ] I'm here. It'll be okay.

[ SOMEHOW... UGH. ]

[ there's so very much to be worried about that she can hardly keep track of it all anymore. riza is in terrible shape, leanne is vanished, prompto is working himself to the bone and alisaie - alisaie is this, reduced to pain and blood and dependence. it's awful, and terrifying, and it's been all she could do to hold herself together against it, to keep moving forward, one step at a time, even though it's getting harder and harder to look for the light at the end of the tunnel.

but when leanne shows up at last it's one thing to cross off the list of innumerable worries.

apologies, friend, that she is not looking.. better for your grand reappearance. alisaie's skin is ashen, save where it's flushed with fever. she's thin and exhausted and the blood won't stop - thin trickles of it from her eyes and nose and ears, not uncontrollable, but constant enough that it's stained her hair and the collar of her nightdress. the pain is the worst of it though, like hot knives driven through her very bones, the slightest movement or pressure a spark of agony.

that doesn't stop her from cracking a weary smile for leanne, however, and squeezing her hand as tightly as she can which, admittedly, is not very much. what's left of her voice is a croak, but she sounds awfully relieved. ]

I'm.. so glad to see you. You worried me, you little brat.

[ It's a horrifying sight, one she's never seen before in her years of sheltered living, but despite that she doesn't shy away from looking at Alisaie. Perhaps if she were the person she was once the guilt would consume her whole, leaving her sick to her own stomach and unable to stay at the side of her friend. But fortunately enough she's strong enough to stay. Even as tears begin to prick at the corners of her eyes. ]

I'm sorry...

[ She brings her other free hand to grip onto hers. Leaning forward to press their mess of laced fingers along her fringe and forehead. ]

I'm so sorry. To have kept you waiting, for not getting back sooner, you... [ Leanne is doing everything that she can to keep herself from crying outright. But it proves difficult and she only barely cracks open her eyes to catch the other's gaze. ] I'm not going to let you down. Not again.

[ leanne is doing her best to be strong, she knows - alisaie recognizes it easily enough, for it is a reflection of her own self, stubbornly fighting to keep her head above water, to keep her tears in check. but it's still evident enough, how shaken she is, how upset she's made herself.

it's a struggle, but alisaie shakes her head, tightening her grasp on leanne's hand as much as she is able. ]

You goose, you haven't - you haven't let me down.

[ and she cracks a smile to prove it, weary and bloody though it may be. ]

I do not blame you. I'm just.. so glad you're safe. Where have you been?

[ The concern and touching, yet broken sound of the other's voice has Leanne finally release the tears she's been holding back. It is nothing dramatic or fierce, but more so silent as she bites down her bottom lip. ]

Remember when we had first landed here? We stayed there for a few nights before we caught word about you guys leaving Olympia to Wyver. I tried looking for you but... then I found out that those sick had a different means of getting here. [ And she can't fly or else she'd find her faster. ] But here, let me... [ She removes her hand, turning towards the bedside table that held a small bowl of clean water and a rag which she then uses to lightly dab the remnants of blood that's left on Alisaie's face. ]

[ alisaie's smile twists with sympathy. she's too protective a soul to not feel a flare of anger at the very idea that her friends have been hurt, but her anger won't help leanne to feel better, and honestly, she hardly has the energy for it anyway.

and of course, alisaie considers herself allergic to fussing, but the twelve know she's gotten so used to it these past long weeks. besides, it will make leanne feel better to do something, so she endures it. ]

I assume your journey here was safe, then? Are you still on the run?

For the time being? I don't think so... at least I'm able to walk the streets without someone chasing after me and I don't have to hide my face.

[ But whether or not that's a good thing is still left to be questioned. Admittedly she feels as if there's still some anxiety and rightfully so, those who apologized for their contribution did and then the other's, like herself, remained silent on the issue to the public eye. ]

I doubt that I'll be taken back by the people in Olympia with open arms.

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hey it's time for the girlfriends to cry together

im so here for this!!

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