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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[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.]

[dysarmed]

[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.]

[gald_digger]

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

War? ... That's a name?

[dysarmed]

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.]

[gald_digger]

[... 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! ♥

[dysarmed]

[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?]

[gald_digger]

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.]

[dysarmed]

[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.]

[gald_digger]

[Anise is temporarily entranced by the glimmering of gold... It takes a moment for her to register the receptionist's words.]

... If you won't take it, I will.

[dysarmed]

[The receptionist frowns and swipes up the tiny gold pieces. Peers closely at them.

"I'll ask someone whose business is determining worth. I'll need some way to contact y-"

War turns, heads towards the door again.]

Now for the stable...

[The receptionist blinks, her eyes wide, voice increasingly loud and shaking. "The stable? What happened to the stable?"]

Ruin.

[He's out the door again! People could just follow War around for their daily exercise.]