have i mentioned lately that i'm shameless

[connike]

 THE SICK DAY MEME

RULES
► Post with your character, name and fandom in the header.
► They are now, for some odd reason, sick (headache, fever, runny nose, cough, whatever you want).
► Another character replies and is struck with the sudden urge to take care of them (bringing them soup, extra blankets, Sudafed, sexual healing, what have you).
► Go from there!

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[gald_digger]

There's a stable for travelers to use, just outside.

[Sigh.]

You know being unconscious for a few days means you haven't eaten for about that long, right?

[dysarmed]

I don't need to eat.

[Do you know how slow the Apocalypse would be if the Horsemen had to stop and chow three times a day? And here War goes, trying the same thing again. He manages to stand a few seconds longer. It's progress, at least. He sits down. Grumbles internally for a moment or two.]

Are my clothes being washed?

[They were rather dirty. And a little torn. And probably long stained with blood.]

[gald_digger]

You... what?

[dysarmed]

[He's not going to answer you until you answer him, Anise. Where is his cowl? And the sashes and the rest? They're not with his armor and sword.]

[gald_digger]

Try the dresser next to you.

[Anise even used her sewing skills to patch them up a bit.]

But seriously, you don't eat?

[dysarmed]

[Oh. War reaches over and tugs the top drawer out. Yes, out. He sets it on his lap and yes they're here, folded an-...sown? Why, Anise!? You ERASED HISTORY. War furrows his brow briefly as he plucks out his cowl and all the sashes and whatnot, lays them on the edge of the bed.]

My race breathed before angels.

[You're dealing with serious supernatural shit here, Anise. It is natural to eat. The Horsemen are beyond natural.]

[gald_digger]

[She needed to practice her domestic skills to one day snag a rich husband. You can't blame her for that!!]

And your race is... what?

[dysarmed]

Dead.

[He shoves the drawer back in the dresser, opens the second to find the black underarmor suit...thing, pulls that out, shoves the second drawer back. War stands carefully, looks at all he laid out.]

Why do you help me?

[gald_digger]

Um... [That doesn't sound like the answer she was looking for, but after hearing something grim like that, it's hard to push the subject. She lets it go for now.]

Well... it's kind of like, the normal thing to do, right? I mean, you're mean and I don't like you that much, but I don't hate you enough to leave you for dead.

[dysarmed]

[Success.]

Were your charity common. But would I have died?

[It's a question to himself as much as it's one not meant to be answered. Most of his exhaustion had been brought from the massacres. He'd ridden from one battle to the next, killed any who made to stop him along the way. The sword had its fill. More.

War removes his robe, slowly pulls on his underarmor, lower and upper, ties the numerous sashes, dons his cowl. He doesn't notice he's leaning to one side, soon to fall over.]

[gald_digger]

Well, maybe it's just the way I was raised.

[She figures he would have died, but seeing as he doesn't eat, she can't say anything for sure. In the meantime, he does look kind of... unsteady, still.]

Um... I'm not sure you should be moving around so soon.

[dysarmed]

[He catches himself, places one of his hands on the bed for balance. Listens to his breathing. It's a little shaky.]

My time of staying is finished.

[Days is long enough to be anywhere. But even as War speaks, he has second thoughts. Maybe he simply won't leave right away, for even he knew when action was folly. At least, so he'd like to think.]

What do you suggest, Anise?

[It takes a lot for him to ask that, and after he asks, he realizes she doesn't know his name. War'd gotten used to everyone he met knowing who he was.]

[gald_digger]

Well, I'd suggest taking a day off from... whatever you do. [She glances at the heavy weapons and armor, which gives her a pretty good clue.]

You know... read a book, try a hobby, get some sleep... stuff like that?

[dysarmed]

[...

NOPE. War pushes himself from the bed, walks towards the door. Almost kicks himself, but that's because he's unused to being barefoot. He raises his natural arm, nearly breaks the door from its hinges, but you can thank his hazy mind for saving the innkeeper replacement fines.

He steps out of the room, walks stiffly. This hallway is so small. But she said it was just outside...]

[gald_digger]

H-hey, wait!! What if you collapse again? Are you trying to get yourself killed?

[dysarmed]

Others have the honor.

[As for him collapsing again? Follow if you want to find out, Anise. War shoulders open another door, only for the guest inside to scream and press the security button repeatedly. He steps back, walks on. Where's the damn lobby?]

[gald_digger]

[You bet she's following! ... and stops to make apologetic gestures to the terrified guest before hurrying after him.]

Come on, you're just going to hurt yourself! Stupid!

[dysarmed]

[YES, the lobby! War pushes through the doors - shows few signs of slowing down, really. Except he pauses, walks left, and the stable!

Is charred. Part of it. War looks over at a neigh and his horse trots towards him. The ropes around Ruin's neck and head trail behind him, iron stakes tied to the end clang against the ground. Ruin stops at War's side, shakes his head, shifts his flaming hooves. Good thing the ground's dirt and dust.

War thinks of leaving, but there's nowhere he really needs to go. Nowhere he can - not where he's supposed to. Maybe, just this once, he'd do well to stay.]

[gald_digger]

[Anise just kind of stares in horror at what she inflicted on the innkeeper's stable. -- Wait, no, it's not her fault. She's the good guy here!]

You're going to pay for that, right?

... You owe me for the inn room, too.

[dysarmed]

[War busies himself snapping the ropes.]

What payment would you have?

[His tone's soft, steady enough to make it clear Anise can weave any story she wants, and War will see it through.]

[gald_digger]

Well... how about money?

[dysarmed]

There are many currencies, Anise.

[gald_digger]

That's okay! I travel a lot.

[dysarmed]

[War snaps the last rope, and Ruin steps back, rears up a little. He kinda liked the stakes. Tie 'em to his tail and they'd be whiplash! War's shoulders slacken and he clears his throat in a sudden bite of nausea.]

You'll have your pay. No cent more.

[War heads back towards the inn, a slow walk. Days. He'd been here for days. War doesn't trust Anise to be truthful. But he doesn't consider she could've changed the records.]

[gald_digger]

Yay! I knew my good deeds would pay off!

... Oh, come to think of it, I never got your name. [Money comes before names, naturally.]