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Who: Rin Okumura (

demonly) & anybody!
What: Open prompts for Wyver; sick demon kid is on fire (literally), thinks people are out to get him, and looks for medicine.
When: Second half of October!
Where: All around Wyver.
Warning(s): Blood, violence, fire, general sickness. Will add more if anything comes up!

a. east end dragons

[ Rin was surprised at how...okay he felt about going outside and exploring? Last he could remember, he'd been hallucinating at worst and feverish at best, not faring too well for his first experience being sick in his life ever, but nonetheless, he is present at Wyver's East End, although extremely bundled up and with a rosy nose and ears.

Actually - seeing the dragons of the East end has improved his mood immensely; his overexcitement is so apparent that he nudges the person closest in his vicinity, giving a very childish point to one of the scaled creatures roaming the streets. Obviously he doesn't care about the attention he is bringing to himself and to the poor you. ]

Isn't this so frickin' badass? [ He's staring at it from a safe distance away, but it's clear he has the intent to go touch one from his pointing and the beginnings of steps in it's direction, as he is 1) a dumbass and 2) a sick dumbass who is not considering that maybe it could be dangerous. ] I wish they had these in Olympia!!

b. south end medicine

[ There were other things on his mind than the basic necessities of food, water, and shelter - and when he isn't completely debilitated by his illness, he's in search of something to alleviate at least some of the long laundry list of symptoms he'd experienced over the past few days.

But during his (somewhat blind) search, a sudden faintness strikes him, and whether or not you seem like the healing type, he'll soon be gripping onto your shoulder with a hand that is very noticeably over warm - past the point of feverish and just burning. It takes him a moment to regain his balance, but gasping, his voice rasps out: ]

Plums.... [ He's muttering, and obviously is not aware of the blood starting to come from one of his eyes. Someone knowledgeable may make the connection that he's in search of ingredients for a home remedy, but others may take it as nonsense. ] Do you know where I can find any....

c. north end marketplace

[ In the North End, his posture is strangely skittish; there's a sword in a red cover across his back, and his eyes are constantly shifting as he stalks the streets. Too busy focusing on the effort it is taking to get his sick body to walk in a straight line, he collides with another passerby - which, in turn, knocks the sword from his shoulder. ] Hey -

Watch where yer going!! [ Is his snappish reply, quick to hug the concealed weapon to his chest in a way that is visibly possessive, as if he is paranoid that someone is going to steal it. Sickness aside, he's shaking, but his eyes meet the other's in an aggressive way, not because of his own hotheadedness, but solely due to the progression of VIOLET2710. He seems more concerned with keeping a hold on the item than fighting, but his teeth are bared nonetheless. ] Ya trying to take this from me, huh?

[ And he'll just. Give a shove to your chest. ]

d. undergrowth

[ Against literally anyone's better judgment, his search for ingredients for home remedies extends to the Undergrowth. He keeps his distance from others scavenging, that is, until VIOLET2710's track record of hallucinations catch up with him: ]

L...Look out!!

[ To him, it seems as though another person scavenging a small distance away from him is being attacked - there's nothing there, but the panicked look in his eyes would signal that his fear is genuine. On instinct, he lashes out an arm and a wave of blue fire emits in the direction of the other scavenger, in his attempt to burn away the hallucinated threat - partially engulfing even the scavenger themself.

The scorching heat that comes off the plants surrounding the scavenger would be concerning, but the character themselves would notice that any flame touching them gives off no more than a gentle warmth - and Rin himself is quick to scurry their way, right through all the smoke he himself had produced. ]

Are ya hurt?!

[ He says this, despite the fact that to the onlooker, it looks like he just torched a complete stranger for absolutely no reason. ]

( here is his plotting comment! just as a head's up, rin's flames can only be put out by blessed things like holy water, as he's Literally the spawn of satan. if you have any questions or wanna plot anything specific feel free to hmu at

ishimarus! )

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[ As the progression of the disease went on, Rin became more and more susceptible to losing control over his powers - heightened hallucinations led him to draw his sword more quickly than he might normally, and the prolonged state of having the Kurikara unsheathed has had...well, detrimental effects to his state of being.

Which is what has led to the current spectacle of him on all fours bouncing through the marketplace, elongated ears and tail lashing about. A blue fire follows him everywhere he goes, burning everything he touches straight to ash - thankfully, his hallucinations had led him to the edge of the marketplace, but the smoke and light being produced by him is noticeable from quite a distance away nonetheless, drawing the attention of several.

Rin himself actually looks quite horrific; aside from the blood coming from his face from VIOLET2710, there's an amount of drool that leaks from the corners of his mouth as he growls at like a feral animal, landing hard on three of his limbs, sword held tightly in his last. Rin's current rampage latches on to whatever he sees in front of him, which, in this case happens to be Allen - whether he is in pursuit of Rin or not, Rin sees him, and sees him as a threat.

With a loud snarl, the flames engulfing Rin and his surroundings seem to burn several shades brighter and many degrees hotter, as if in some sort of warning to scare the other off. ]

[ The reactions to the path of destruction and chaos Rin is leaving behind would be enough for Allen to chase after him just to see what was happening yes, let alone how the other whirls on him when he approaches. ]

?! [ What is?? this?? He looks like a person but is acting like an animal?? ... and also on fire???

--definitely real fire even if those flames look anything but normal. He can feel the heat coming off him and so he sobers as quickly as he looks startled, coming to an abrupt halt. ]

...

[ Admittedly, he gets a bit of a lopsided smile anyway at the standoff. Even if it's a bit grim. ]

I don't know what's going on-- [ can this guy even understand him? all that snarling, but the sword he's gripping... ] --but I'd really rather not have to hurt you..

[ Hands spread out a bit to his side he would appear unarmed and holding himself at deceptive ease. A normal-looking person if you look past the scar on his face, really. No uniform, just a little old-fashioned looking with a waistcoat and white gloves.

But also like he's ready to leap forward at the slightest twitch. ]

[For the first time in just a few months, Atsushi is looking around a new city to try and familiarize himself with it... but this time, there's none of the enthusiasm he'd felt in Olympia, and less of his usual curiosity, too. It's not that there's anything wrong with Wyver, or even that Atsushi likes it less, but he'd built a new life in Olympia. He just doesn't have the energy to start all over again: he just wants to sit this out, and go back.

He's not particularly worried or offended when his shoulder is grabbed but when he turns to see Rin and Rin's eye is bleeding, he freaks the hell out.]

Rin?! [Plumbs..? Whatever that's about, Atsushi quickly discards his thoughts on the matter.] You're bleeding! Please, we have to get you home! No - maybe a healer?

[Forget everything else: first thing's first.]

[ He blinks at the other's worried reaction, albeit belatedly, still leaning a good amount of his weight onto Atsushi's shoulder. ]

Huh? No, I'm looking for plums. [ Slowly, he blinks a few more times, a few more drops dripping out of his eyes like tears. But he surprisingly enough doesn't seem bothered by it, insistent on his request for fruit. ] They take a long time to pickle...

[ Healers? Resting?? Making coherent and relevant sentences to people who are worried about you??? What's that. ]

I'll find you some later!

[Ohgodohgod what is wrong with Rin's eye? Could he end up losing it?! Atsushi needs to do something, fast!]

Please - we need to heal your eye! Let me take you home.

[Maybe he can call a healer or two on the way? It's worth a shot - and the sooner he gets Rin somewhere safe, the better. Home (wherever it is) is probably an easier destination to convince him of than "some healer" - not to mention that Atsushi doesn't know where to find a healer here, anyway.]

Yer freaking me out, man.

[ Slowly, he presses the back of his hand to one of his eyes, making a confused expression as if nothing is there at all. The progression of the virus has been intense, it messes with his perception of reality quite a bit, but not so much so that he can't tell that the other is so concerned. ]

It's fine, I was just going to get them and head back anyway... but it's gonna be a waste if I go straight home without anything.

I really think you're the one causing the freaking out!

[No offense, Rin, but these are the facts as Atsushi sees them. And he doesn't have a bleeding eye to cloud his vision.

Still, Rin clearly isn't bothered by the bleeding, and as scary as it looks, the situation isn't bad enough that Atsushi would consider taking Rin home by force. Even though that's really tempting.]

Maybe we'll find some on the way back. And if not, I promise I'll find you some plums once you're resting. Okay?

Well... I guess? If ya insist...

[ Resting does kind of sound like a good idea at this point. He doesn't wanna faint willy nilly on anybody - he could make a stranger upset, or worse, the Kurikara could get stolen. So he seems persuaded by the other's idea, despite the fact he seems unaware of his symptoms progressing. ]

I just need 'em 'cuz I'm sick. That's the only reason I'm outta bed.

[ Yeah that's not clear Rin... ]

Who knows when it might get even worse, so I should be out looking for things while I can.

((OOC: ADHFHADGAGF somehow I thought their conversation ages ago had been over video... Just ignore the recognition, then. Atsushi would do the same for a stranger, thankfully. -_-; ))

You don't need to get out of bed at all! Let me help. I'll do what I can!

[Not that Atsushi isn't busy with all sorts of other things, including trying to find food, and minding his cub. But he can at least do some grocery shopping, and maybe cook a little?? He'll try!]

Um... Do you have one of these? [He takes out his phone.] You could call me if you need something!

( oh its okay!! I thought for some reason text messages have like profile pics anyways SO I THOUGHT IT WAS FINE... but srsly no worries!! )

Yeah, I got one - [ It takes him a few clumsy moments to pat around his pockets with his free hand for it, and eventually flips it out. ] Don't all refugees have 'em...?

[ He trails off, thinking for a moment. His thoughts are catching up to him and - wow, this stranger sure is willing to do a lot for someone he doesn't even know. If he could, he'd do more to take weight off his shoulders (literally), but for the current time it's just not possible. ]

Ya don't gotta do all that for me. Sorry for leaning on ya so much...

((OOC: MAY...BE... I have no idea, cries. Winging it, it is!))

Yes, but I wasn't sure you were -... [Well... Nevermind that.] Then, here's my contact information... Sorry about the silly username.

[He's been meaning to change that since before they landed, but he still hasn't figured out what to change it to!]

Don't apologize! If you're sick, it can't be helped, right? The important thing is to get better. [And that's not going to happen if there's no resting!]

Oh, it looks familiar... [ Rin lights up his own phone, taking note of the contact info and showing his own. ] I can't really remember from where though...

[ His memory's spotty from the illness, but he'll likely remember given the right nudge. It would probably explain why this supposed stranger was sticking out their neck so much for him. ]

You got a name? [ He'll try to jog his memory. ] My username is my last.

Oh, it's you! I'm Atsushi. We talked about your brother that one time?

[Atsushi isn't always the brightest, but he'd never forget a meaningful conversation like that.]

Here now - that's even more reason to get well soon, isn't it? You have to take care of yourself until your brother wakes up.

[Unless he has in the meantime, but Atsushi doubts that anyone would let their sick brother walk around like this!]

Oh... oh yeah! Yer that wise middle kid type.

[ He remembers the solid advice he'd gotten from Atsushi as well as the good impression!! He feels a little safer now, not that the other seemed threatening before. ]

If he were awake, he'dve probably already figured out a cure or somethin'. [ Rin chances a slight smile, subconsciously picking at the drying blood on his cheek. ] But yer right. I'm not exactly used to dealing with being sick, ya see...

[ Which is one of the factors leading to his numerous bad decisions. ]

[Atsushi's eyebrow twitches as he suppresses the urge to stop Rin from picking at the blood. Whyyyy...]

Really? [Not used to being sick, huh? Well, some people are healthy like that. Atsushi doesn't remember being sick worth mentioning, himself - except one time, due to the virus ability user, but that barely counted.] So much the better! If your health is so sturdy, I'm sure you'll get better in no time if you just rest enough.

[He's not sure that's entirely true, but he also knows that he wants to believe it is. Besides, rest is always good if you're sick, right? It can't hurt!]

Now, let's go. Where have you been staying?

[ He's a nasty gremlin even if he's not aware of it... though, the other's mention of getting better just with rests gives him some serious Doubt, as he's done nothing but rest for more than two weeks now, but he supposes he can' really protest going home at this point. ]

They, uh - [ Just like he'd described not being used to being sick, he coughs without covering his mouth (at least away from Atsushi himself), shaking his head afterward. ] They put some of the sick in buildings North of here. I think...?

[ It's hard to keep track of these things when you're sick. ]

[Atsushi is no stickler for manners, but alkdhagegajg Rin please... Oh well, Atsushi would forgive him, even if he coughed right at him. Can't be helped, if you're sick.]

Good, then let's find them.

[He's about to head north when he hesitates.]

Um... Do you need an arm to lean on...?

[He manages to make the question roughly 1758918643 times more embarrassing than it already is, just by asking it with his usual lack of confidence. Walking arm in arm would be weird - but he doesn't want Rin to fall over!]

[ Rin isn't fazed by Atsushi's awkwardness, just comfortably sliding his arm around the other's shoulder. It's both out of a direct need to keep himself steady and a way to let the other feel less weird about the situation - and he just lets out an exhale as he gets his balance back. ]

Yeah, sorry - I'm pretty dizzy... [ Not to mention his eyes are still slightly blurry from all the blood. ] I'll make this up to ya later. Just remind me...

You don't have to make it up to me! For that matter: if it's that bad, maybe I should carry you?

[A tiger can totally be a mount. If his name is Atsushi.

He really is worried about Rin; he can't help it. Even if he knows that lots of other people are sick, and everyone's working on a cure, it's impossible not to worry about a friend - and that's definitely what he sees Rin as, even if they've only really talked the one time.]

This way, okay?

Edited 2017-11-08 18:25 (UTC)

[ X’rhun has spent more time than he probably should looking after those afflicted by the virus. Namely, his young charge and former pupil, Alisaie. Knowing what he knows about the sickness and how it can get to a person, he would hope that those affected would have the good sense to find themselves a bed and stay in it.

Not so, apparently.

The young man collides with him, and he takes a stuttering step backwards. A half-formed apology dies before it passes his lips when the accusations start flying, and he meets the boy’s angry expression with one of shock and confusion. ]

I meant no offense.

[ The shove sends X’rhun back another step, bumping into another passerby who gives them both a sidelong glance before edging away to give them a wider berth.

There’s something wild in the young man’s eyes that tells X’rhun to tread carefully, here. He raises both his hands, keeping them well away from the rapier and crystal that hang from his hips. ]

I assure you, I have no interest in… whatever it is you have there.

[ He eyes the other carefully as he backs away, squinting. ]

And I'm supposed to believe ya?

[ In addition to the heightened aggression came paranoia, and the hand he'd used to shove the other comes back to grip the cover of his weapon close to his chest. His eyes slowly come to look upon the rapier at the other's side - and in slow realization, puts his left hand on the handle of his own sword, fearful despite the other's non-aggressive posture. ]

Why're ya carrying that out in the open then?

[ For whatever it’s worth in Rin’s feverish state, after more than a passing glance, it becomes clear that X’rhun isn’t human. His hat conceals his feline ears, and his tail is often obscured by his coat, but his eyes give him away. Bright blue with slit pupils, like a cat’s.

Those eyes are currently giving the young man a concerned once-over. It could be that the boy is just… like this, out to get anyone in his way, but the pallor of his face and the heat that radiated from his skin in their brief contact seems to tell a different story.

Alisaie had mentioned some time ago that her mind had not been her own thanks to the sickness, she had even attacked a friend in her addled state.

X’rhun is a competent fighter in his own right, but he won’t draw his blade against a sick person who doesn’t know friend from foe. ]

Just because I carry a blade does not mean I intend to use it. Please, calm yourself.

Yeah, ya better not.

[ Rin notes the other's non-human seeming eyes, but doesn't make much of it because 1) he's met lots of non-humans and 2) he's not (entirely) human himself. In fact, a few features of Rin's give that away too; his pointed ears and sharp teeth, for one.

He doesn't quite let go of the handle of his own sword, but some tension comes out of his shoulders, still eyeing the other skeptically. It really seems like the other isn't trying to be hostile, but something in Rin's mind just won't let him relax completely. ]

I'm completely calm. [ But he just shoved someone who merely bumped into him?? ] Just watch it. I almost kicked yer ass.

[ X’rhun isn’t sure if it’s a good idea to lower his hands at this point, so he settles for slowly crossing them over his chest, still well-away from his weapon. ]

Duly noted.

[ Some things just aren’t worth arguing about, to be honest. Instead he gives the young man another scrutinizing once-over. ]

Are you certain you’re well enough to be out and about like this?

I'm...fine. What makes ya say that?

[ His tone is slightly accusatory, as if it isn't obvious that he's under the weather, with his clammy looking skin and aggressive behavior. Maybe he was making a jab at his overall look, he doesn't know? Everything seems like a thorn in his side at this point. ]

To be quite frank, you look ill. [ He lifts a hand, motion at Rin's... all of him. ]

Were you a victim of the sickness that hit Olympia some time ago?

[ He's pretty sure he already knows the answer to that. ]

Like I said, I'm fine. I'm pretty sure I'm getting better...

[ Not that he could really tell, what with never having been sick before. It at least felt decent to go outside so that was definitely an improvement, even if he was unaware of this aggressiveness being an add-on to the laundry list of BS he's been dealing with. ] It's gotta go away eventually.

[ X’rhun doesn’t look quite convinced, and while he doesn’t want to scare this poor boy— or anger him again, as the case may be— but it seems the situation calls for a dose of harsh truth. ]

This sickness is not natural, it was built, and it was built to be difficult to overcome without the proper cure. Just because you think you can be up and walking around doesn’t mean you should be.

[Keith's no potions-maker, healer or apothecarist, but he's doing his best in light of several friends being stricken with that notorious illness. There's a flower-related cure in the works, sure, but that doesn't mean he shouldn't try whatever else he can to alleviate whatever he can.

Again, in light of that illness, Keith's grown into the habit of keeping his s4 mask activated. It's no antiviral face mask -- it's a little more daunting than that, but it does the job well enough. He's busy trying to figure out what mugwort is simply by glaring at the word etched on the side of a vial...when there's a sudden heaviness on his shoulder. On impulse, he whips around--]

Rin?!

[A person he hadn't seen in some time, but remembers him well enough. He's that demon kid, and boyo does he feel like the inside of a volcano. Like. From that one bit of contact alone.]

I don't think you need-- [Now, if he hadn't seen this exact thing happen with JJ, he'd be shook as hell. Instead, he just kinda stares impolitely, mentally confirming that yes that is in fact blood seeping from Rin's eyes, because while he's seen it before, it's still disturbing.] hold on.

[And he's reaching into a sidepouch; he doesn't have a handkerchief on him, but he will dab at Rin's eyes with some layered gauze folded over on itself.]

We gotta get you home.

[ This person's voice sounds familiar, but what's up with that mask? And fanny pack???? His nose wrinkles up as the other cleans his face, but he doesn't move to stop him, both too disoriented and weak to protest too much. ]

What? No, I just came to this part of town from home... [ He explains, blinking a few more times in attempt to clear the blood that continues to seep from them. But he still doesn't seem very concerned about it, weirdly fixated on his search for a remedy. ] There's stuff I gotta find before I can go back...

[Keith's like the most reluctant puritan mother, dabbing Rin's face with gloved hands and a makeshift kerchief.]

So what you're saying is that you don't have anywhere to go.

[His voice sounds motorized almost; like someone tried to set up a voice distortion mechanic but gave up midway. More importantly, all attempts to mop him up are done in vain, god dammit.]

Just close your eyes. I'll get whatever you need and bring you somewhere safe.

You a robot or somethin'?

[ He does as he's told, closing his eyes and keeping his weight leaned on the other's shoulder. Normally he'd feel bad about having to rely so much on someone (he thinks) he doesn't know, but honestly? The sickness makes him feel so loopy that he's just grateful that he hasn't been shoved to the ground. ] I just wanted to find plums because I'm kind of sick...

[ Yeah thats not??? Obvious at all??? ]

No, I'm Keith.

[It's hard to remember that he hadn't always had a mask like this; then again, not really, considering most people end up confused by it? It's easy to forget he's wearing it is what it is.

It'd be easier to just carry him, even as he feels like the embodiment of hellfire (no offense). Even so, he'll maneuver him a bit, trying to get into a piggyback situation with the guy.]

I don't think you need plums, there's an actual cure now.

[He just has to steal the other half from someone, nbd.]

[ He doesn't really have a choice as to whether or not to comply, since if he doesn't, he's pretty sure he won't be able to walk. So he'll just, wrap his arms around the other's shoulders and lean on, belatedly remembering why the name seemed so familiar. ]

Oh! I didn't recognize ya...ya look really different.

[ Or maybe he's just hallucinating Keith wearing this lowkey badass looking mask? He doesn't know. ]

Wait - if there's a cure, how come I haven't heard about it? Ain't that like...big news?

[He'll be grabbing at his legs, pulling him up and such so he can just kinda chill out back there and not worry about moving around. No homo.]

Some stuff happened.

[The abridged version; none of that's of any importance right now anyway. The fact that he's wearing the Daft Punk version of a Deku mask requires some bit of explanation.]

Maybe you were too sick to hear, but I don't think there's been a formal broadcast about it.

[Talk among refugees; he'll adjust him a bit, assuming he's complied, and start off.]

[ Yeah no homo at all... not even when he rests his head a little on the other's shoulder out of fatigue. ]

Yeah, I definitely didn't hear anything about that... [ If he had, he would've been looking for that instead of stupid plums. ] Or if I did, I don't remember. I'm okay right now, but weird shit keeps happening because of the illness...

[ Bleeding out of his face is ok, but the hallucinations and lapses in memory are really quite wack...at least by Rin's standards. ]

Wait - yer not afraid I'm gonna get ya sick?

[Dang Juvia better watch out...]

Don't worry about it.

[It probably sounds like he's lying to some extent -- using flowers to heal, but it's the truest way he's heard of thus far to undo the illness. He'll start then, retreating from medicine depot to his place.

This may take a lil bit.]

Not really -- no one's gotten me sick yet. [He might've been a little more cautious if he weren't living with someone affected.] Have you infected anyone?

[Wouldn't change much if he had. Suddenly dropping him would be rude....]

[ listen.... Juvia is not involved ok ]

No, I don't think so. [ He's been keeping his contact with others on the low though, so he can't say for certain how contagious he is. And he'll definitely feel guilty of Keith gets sick too. ] Most of everyone I've been around either doesn't get sick or was already.

Probably no one that's sick even knows there's a cure...unless someone's takin' care of 'em...

[ He's mumbling, but even in his sick state he is worried for the sake of others. Shouldn't there be?? A hospital administering it for free???? That's what happens in the movies, even during zombie breakouts. ]

[Maybe it's because Keith's an alien, or germs immediately flee when they get near him on principle of how disgustingly emo he is. He's not worried either way.]

We'll worry about that later.

[Though Keith's kind of already in the process of addressing that...slowly. Those are the words of someone prepared to make a bad choice, detectable only as someone who regularly makes dumbass choices.]

Take a nap, I'll let you know when we're at my place.

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