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Here's the boy!

[personal profile] azureascendant 2021-05-03 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
It's been some time since Scyrusil - called Scy to most - got sick, but he's feeling it now. Of course, he's not sure what he's feeling. He's tired, he's feverish, and he's hungry. Maybe it's a bug he picked up from Sunny, they've been feeling off too.

The elementalist-baker is not known for his harsh nature, but he's on edge, not sure if he wants to confront them. Their background is so complicated... Tree only knows how he's going to make up for his failure. How he even feels about Sunny. How they feel about him. It's all so complicated.

Now, though? Now he just wants to know what's wrong. So even though he's dizzy, delirious with pain, he staggers to where he last saw them. At least it's late - his path is not interrupted.
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[personal profile] azureascendant 2021-05-03 10:41 am (UTC)(link)
He's not even up for that scan, he's tired. Some instinct tells him to get out of the door, as it frames his silhouette, so he enters the room, doing his best to stay upright despite the fever his body simply isn't built to handle. His soul integrated far better than theirs.

"Sunny?" His voice is tremulous. He's pretty sure they're in here, but leaning on a wall and looking around, he's distracted by the mess. This will take a while.
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[personal profile] azureascendant 2021-05-06 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
".... Are you ok?" He steps in, swaying slightly, and steadies himself against a chair - or where a chair should be. He falls over.

"Ow..." He barely catches himself against a wall. "What's wrong with me today...?"
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[personal profile] azureascendant 2021-05-07 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't... come closer?" He sighs, shaking his head. "You can't get me sick, Sunny. I'm already sick."

He tries to stand up, but ends up just. Sliding down the wall with a wry chuckle. All 7 feet of him. "What a pair." Then he coughs for about 10 seconds.
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[personal profile] azureascendant 2021-05-09 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Think so. Can't seem to chase this fever, and I'm so tired and sore. Like you were last week. You feeling any better?"

It's true that he's glowing brighter than he should be this early. It's true that he's barely able to move. But it's definitely still in the early stages.
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[personal profile] azureascendant 2021-05-09 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Apparently it is. I'm glad you're feeling better. It's a good sign." He chuckles, but it devolves into more coughing.

His bark creaks as he moves to catch the cough, and he groans, holding his chest and stomach. "Ow..."
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[personal profile] azureascendant 2021-05-10 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
He pauses in his coughing when they come, mostly because he pauses in his breathing. He lets out a slow exhale as they get close enough to touch. "... Is this a Mordremoth thing?" He doesn't want it to be. His bark is still silky smooth, limbs too long and face slightly shifted from his last encounter with that now-dead dragon.

"It hurts, Sunny. It hurts to breathe." His torso is shifting inside, he's dimly aware that must be what's happening now. He's changing. It's painful and horrible, and scarier than it was last time, though that could just be the lack of a guiding voice in the back of his head.
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[personal profile] azureascendant 2021-05-29 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
His heart is beating frantically, painfully. He's not sure what's happening, and he's scared. Observing his chest leads to more than that, though - something is wrong with his systems. Even in his panicked state, his heart rate is gradually slowing. While one can hope it's from comfort, the truth is seldom so gentle.

His bark is more solid than its usual, petal-like texture, but no less smooth. Like polished marble, almost. He pants, trying desperately to draw air as his lungs grow firmer. Something presses against his back's flesh, and he tries weakly to tug at it. His movements are slower than usual.