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Who: the Disciple and the Summoner
When: May 6th
Where: The north forest of the island
Style: Prose
Status: Closed, Ask us if you want in.

What the hell was wrong with her?

Disciple had first noticed it a couple days ago, this growing sense of frailty that had taken root in her. It had started off fairly minor, and she had written it off as a passing illness. Over the next couple of days she had noticed it getting worse and worse. A weakness in her joints, a further clouding of her already muddied mind. She felt like all her energy she was being slowly drained away, leaving her hollow.

She had been doing her best to hide this from the others, not wanting them to worry. It was just a passing thing, why make her loved ones fret? But when she had woken up this morning, she knew something had to be done about it. Her symptoms had gotten even worse. Hell, even the simple act of breathing was starting to seem strenuous. What the hell was causing this? The only thing she could figure is that her diet as of late hasn't contained the same amount of fresh killed meat as she had been accustomed to back home. This was simply her body telling her she needed to hunt. So, that's exactly what she would do.

She forced herself to action, pulling herself from the bed. She threw on some clothes and headed out of the hive, careful to avoid its inhabitants(she still didn't want to worry them.) She needed to get to the island, she had seen hoofbeasts up there that would make an excellent meal. The journey to the elevator seemed impossible, but she set off at a pace she could maintain at her current condition. Still cautious of all the teeming mass of locals, she took what back-ways and alleyways she could, using paths she had learned from her month here.

The Elevator ride up was long, much longer then it had been before, at least that's how it seemed. Disciple felt more of her strength draining from her on the ride up. She forcibly calmed her breathing, panicking would not help her right now. She needed her faculties if she was to track and kill. The elevator hit its apex and she took off at an awkward lope, making for the northern forest she remembered from the night of the boat party.

Disciple hit the boundary of the forest, crashing through underbrush with abandon. Okay, that wasn't going to work. She needed her stealth and cunning if she were to bring down one of the beasts. She needed to recover somewhat if she was going to successfully hunt. A clearing ahead, she'll take a small break and then make a kill. She stumbled into the opening in the forest, collapsing to the ground. Oh. This was bad. The second she was on the ground she knew she wasn't getting up again. Her muscles burned with complaint. Everything seemed to be moving around her at an abnormal rate. The ground sure seemed inviting, she would take a little break here to rest. Yeah, just a little... tiny... break.

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Pigeon mating.

Rats gathering.

Praying manti- ew..

Squirrel jumping around.

Disciple- what the fuck, Swipe?

He starts watching her as she walks out of that elevator, keeping an eye on her because of her strange faltering pace. Summoner made sure to sigh to him self repeatedly as he started to make his way up there, only to begin rushing when Disciple finally fell down.

By the time he finally got to her he bent down, and with fairly no problem at all, slings her over his shoulder, folding his wings back.

"Don't know what you were doing out here like that, Swipe." Gonna just go get her some clean water and food, and perhaps some real rest that doesn't involve laying on the ground.

The world swam around her disconcertingly as she was flung over the shoulder of the brownblood. When had he gotten here? She tried to free herself from him, but found her muscles unwilling to respond correctly. It came off as more of a wiggling. She attempted to speak, but everything was coming out strange. It was her talking but the sheer disconnect of exhaustion made it seem as if someone else were using her lips.

"neeeed... food... hunnt... weak... ill..."

Each word cost her, waves of fatigue coursing through her. Disciple's muscles and joints continued to burn with protest at her movement, so she stopped struggling. It finally hit home that some was really wrong, and she needed help.

"amm... bad... feeel... broken... he...ellp...me"

"When's the last time you ate something?" How weak she is doesn't seem like it's from lack of food, perhaps sleep?

"Have you been sleeping?" Because he feels like she should have been, especially since she has been with Signless and Nepeta. Summoner is fairly sure they would have kept her on a good sleep schedule, but...

"Unless Tights has been keepin' ya up, that scoundrel." A light hearted chuckle, heading into the elevator.

"Had...food...yesterday." Her voice was still hoarse, desperate.

"Sleep..." She coughs. A dull pain spikes through her, and she weakly holds onto Lysunder. The ache slowly dissipates over the next couple seconds. Finally she tries talking again. "Had... Sleep... Yess."

The Summoner's suggestion doesn't seem to register. "Came from... sleeping... felt... worse... then yesterday... Tried... hunt... make better..."

A pause, glancing over at her for a moment as he steps into the elevator.

"Where have you been staying? Do you ever go near the plaza or the coral?"

"Signless hive... Noooo... Go... Too... too... many..." She stops speaking as her body is taken by a series of wracking coughs. She is having trouble lifting her head, she just wants to sleep. Sleep away the sickness.

"too... many... scents... over... whelming... scared..."

She fights to stay awake, this was no time to sleep. She was slung over the Summoners shoulder... wait why was she over the summoners shoulder. Wait, she was supposed to be hunting. She needed meat. There was more feeble wiggling from the potato-sacked Disciple.

"Shhshh, come on now, you actually have to get out more. That coral ..." A sigh, because man, he fucking hates this about this place.

"That coral is a necessity. You have to touch it every so often while you're here." Magic, pompous polyps, he doesn't know, either way he doesn't like whatever that stuff is, and he doesn't like that everyone relies on it.

"Coral... what?... why?" Speaking continued to hurt. Disciple had been growing accustomed to the pain, but it was still taking a lot out of her. Now Summoner was talking about Coral, she was starting to wonder if she was getting delirious. The elevator seemed to be taking even longer the second time. She had just been here, albeit not slung over someones shoulder.

She smiled inwardly, even with as terrible as she currently felt. Having others around really had made her feel complete. Her life on Alternia had been so very lonely, she had forgotten how good it felt to interact with others, even on the bad days.

"Something about it," he stops, frowning as he walks out of the elevator, in the bubble now. He doesn't like it either, that fucking coral, doesn't like it, he couldn't stress that enough. An animal he can't commune with... it's just, really discomforting, and that coral is supposed to be hundreds of animals, all that he can't even speak with. A sigh leaves his lips and he starts to head towards the plaza, beginning to speak again.

"-For some reason that ...stuff, is the reason anything happens down here, or at least people think that. It's like... magic or uh, something. And if you don't touch it every so often you just fall to pieces." A slight snarl now. "It's terrible, I know, but you have to do it."

"Havent...seen It... since...first day...here."

"That... why... feel... terrible... then?" So it wasn't hunting she had needed. So this coral required you touch it. A strange necessity to be sure, what did it require that for? She was afraid to ask what else this place asked of its 'guests'.

"You haven't gone top the plaza at all?"

"And uh, yeah... it is. Think of it like eating and breathing now, make it part of your everyday."

"nooo... couldn't... scared..." It was a lot easier to admit that when she was exhausted and sick. Disciple just didn't care anymore, she just wanted to feel better; Or to sleep. Sleep sounded good to her. Her eyes closed the rest of the way.

"Okaaay... Lysuu..." Her voice started to grow quiet, distant; She was falling asleep slung over his shoulder.

"Shh, you don't have to be," he smiles, rubbing her back reassuringly.

"You have a lot of people here ready to help you, there's no reason to be scared, not here, all right?" But he can tell she's drifting off and Summoner just smiles.

Their walk doesn't go much longer and soon he's at the plaza. He doesn't seem to notice any people around, even though there are a lot, like usual. Instead he focuses on the coral and marches over to it.

A small smile in Disciple's direction as he lowers to his knees and softly pulls her infront of him and down to the coral. Lysunder himself sits down and leans her up against him and the strange glowing entity, watching her to make sure she doesn't drift and fall onto the ground, and eventually just slings an arm around her. He's made sure she has a hand touching the coral and then just sits and waits with her, people watching silently.

It takes a couple minutes, but soon there is signs of her return to consciousness. Her breathing deepens and grows more stable. The wheezing and show of pain from before was all but gone. Her eyelids flutter, but but continue to stay closed.

Disciple lets out a pleasant yawn, pressing herself against the warm body next to her. The only time she wakes up feeling this pleasant was when she woke up next to Signless. She wasn't sure how long she'd been out, but she felt wonderful. Her strength had returned to her, her joints no longer aching.

This had to be what she enjoyed about this place the most. Feeling safe and happy, waking up next to her beloved. An impossible dream, somehow made real.

The reality of the situation had yet to sink into her, where she was, who she was with. Disciple was too wrapped up in her thoughts at the moment. Soon, her noise would finally catch up with her still waking mind and warn her of her surroundings. Until then she pressed her head against the chest of the not-Signless next to her.

The moving gains a smile and when Disciple presses closer Summoner looks to the side and smirks, shrugging his shoulders a little back and leaning further back towards the coral. Summoner's not an idiot, he's pretty sure he's being mistaken for someone else, even if his ego would like to just say he's just that great. But he doesn't do anything else, letting her slowly come to and watching her to make sure she doesn't fall in her groggy actions.

And then she moves her head closer to his chest and he stiffens up, lifting his chin up, trying not to press it into her hair.

Yikes.

Summoner swallows, putting his arms up and dangling them on the coral a little as he glances down, pursing his lips with his brows raised high. This would be a lot more cool if this wasn't Signless's gal...

Finally what her nose was trying to tell her gains purchase in her mind. This was not the bedroom. This was not the Holy Bros Hive. And...

That wasn't Signless next to her.

She scrabbles away from the troll next to her. Disciple's mind snaps to attention, throwing off the last vestiges of sleep. Her eyes open, taking in the scene as she starts to remember where she was. Memories of her talk with Summoner come back to her. She could remember going to the island, her illness...Summoner having her over his shoulder. She needed to touch the Coral.

Which brings her to where she was now. She was at the Coral. In the Plaza.

Surrounded by people.

Panic struck, and she made for the only familiar thing nearby.

Summoner.

She flung herself back to him, clinging to him, this time it was an act of desperation. There was so many people around her, their scents and sights overloading her. Yet, it wasn't as bad as she remembered. Still, she wrapped around the summoner, trying to hide behind him.

She moves fast and all Summoner does in reaction is stare at her with a wide eyed expression before she freaks out and is suddenly near him again. His arms raise and he looks down to her with a perplexed expression. He watches as she shakes, watches as she looks around in her paranoia and he follows her gaze for a moment before watching and feeling her move around to get behind him, between he and the coral he was leaning against.

A warm laugh leaves him and he turns in his seat, wrapping his arms around her in turn and opening his wings to make an orange tinted faux window between them and the people around them.

"Oh they're not that scary. With claws like yours they should really be the ones fearing you, hmm?"

She stays clutched to him for awhile, her breathing accelerated from distress. Eventually Disciples hold on him starts to slacken, as does her breathing; finally returning to a more stable level. Finally, with a deep breath, she pulls away from him.

She is pleasantly surprised when she opens her eyes to find his orange wings veiling the two of them. The artificial sense of separation serving to let her calm herself down even further. She attempted to look at it logically, this fear of hers, with varying degrees of success. There was the part of her instinctual mind that couldn't cope with all sensory input. It didn't like being unable to detect the presence of a threat in all the chaos.

The other part of her mind was scared of crowds because of That Night. The last time she had dealt with any large gathering of bodies it had been the night He was taken from her. Seeing a large gathering of people served to subconsciously remind her of that dread night.

Summoners insight was correct, as always. She had nothing to fear from the people. She was going to have to deal with her fear soon, if the Coral was going to have to be a regular visit. She met Summoners gaze.

"Suppose...you right. I... Mind get scared when seeing so many. Smell so many. Hard to deal with. I will try."

The oliveblood looks away from him, past his wings. Then she turns her attention behind her to the coral. Really looking at it for the first time. It did seem a little silly to be so scared. Finally she looks back at him and renews her hug, this time it was a softer. She even moves her head to the side of his and gives him a friendly kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you. For everything. You been wonderful to me, even when I attack you, or pass out on you. I not deserve you being so nice. Let know if anything can do in return."

Summoner does his best to just be a rock, comfort her, be calm. There's no reason for him to lose his shit after all, he's fairly used to the people here, even if he doesn't much enjoy it himself. He can understand why this would all be frightening, especially with how he's been led to understand her, how she acts. It's so animal, it makes complete sense for her to immediately put up a guard, to react, fight or flight. Summoner just hopes she gains a calm.

His wings lower a little seeing her expression change, and he chuckles, leaning on the coral a little more.

"It's a lot to take in, but you need to remember this is not Alternia. It's uh- a whole other breed-" A small jump when she hugs him again and his face dusts orange, smiling down at her. Summoner moves and arm around her, hugging right back as his wings start to really relax, folding behind him. "Heh," a goofier grin when the small kiss touches a cheek, pulling from the hug a little, face still tinted.

"Of course, and you uh, you really do deserve it. At least from where I am uh- standing, anyway. You completely deserve it."

Disciple laughs goodnaturedly at his goofy grin. He was cute when he wasn't quite so cocksure. But then his words register in her mind. How the hell he figure she deserved it? She fixes him with an odd look.

"Thank you, I guess. Not sure what did to deserve it. Been a nuisance to you ever since got here. Certain I owe you."

"You did a lot, believe me." A small laugh, leaning his head to the side a little.

"You'll probably remember things as you get used to this place." Pause.

"Have you tried drawing with Nepeta at all since you got here?"

She had no idea what he was talking about. But, he seemed to be done talking about it, and so would she for now.

"Will see then."

And now he had hit on a topic she loved, the little one.

"Drawing? No, why?"

A sudden memory hounds her, being given a drawing by little Nepeta, but can't remember when or where. What happened to the drawing, what was on it? Ugh, she hated how forgetful she was here.

"You should try it, just ask Nepeta to draw with her sometime."

"Okay, will do that. Thank you." Disciple gives him a questioning look, but drops it with a shrug.

"Do you carry anything to draw with in your sylladex?"