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have i mentioned lately that i'm shameless

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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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?

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.

[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.]

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.

[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.]

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?

[...

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...]

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

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?]

[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!

[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.]

[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.

[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.]

Well... how about money?

There are many currencies, Anise.

That's okay! I travel a lot.

[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.]

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.]

[Don't push it, Anise. Ruin runs, vanishes in a burst of fire and ash. War pauses with his hand on the inn door.]

I am War.

[Then he ducks inside.]

[She just kind of stares... then follows him inside.]

War? ... That's a name?

It's well earned.

[War stops in front of the receptionist's desk. Glances to the side he thinks Anise is on. Brief concern she'll jump in and lie for more money. The receptionist blinks, looks up at him.

"You're the one they called security on."]

Room 3. How long have I been here?

[She doesn't move. War's fingers slowly curl.]

[... She supposes she'll just take his word for it.]

[And she follows him up to the desk, glancing between War and the receptionist, sensing tension... This calls for some negotiation! She looks to the receptionist with a grin, hoping some cuteness can defuse the situation.]

That's just because he went stumbling around while he was still half-awake.

Anyway, he's picking up the tab for our room, so you might as well let him know what he's paying for! ♥

[Well this is...unexpected.

The receptionist smiles slightly at Anise, but it fades into a questioning look. Then she frowns and checks the records. "...Four days. $120 total - you stumbled in on 75% off week."

War tromps towards his room. The receptionist looks after him, then leans forward and whispers to Anise. "Will he really pay for it? He doesn't look the sort. Assuming that's not a costume in the first place." Her eyes narrow. This some stupid prank?]

I-it'll be fine, I'm sure!

[She tries to sound confident, but her gaze wanders to where War went, and she stays alert for any signs of sudden movements. The one thing she absolutely wouldn't tolerate is being left with the bill.]

[War's busy putting on all his armor. Even if he doesn't entirely feel well. He's stubborn like that. War returns a few minutes later and places a couple grams of gold on the desk. The receptionist peers at them, then looks up at him.

"You're joking. I can't compute this!" She looks at Anise. "He's joking, right?"

War knows he paid slightly over. It's a precaution in case Anise whittled money out of them, previously or now.]

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