[ When touching him, she also gets the sensation of her blood burning through her veins... And this insistent paranoia of something here, unseen, watching them. It festers and blooms the longer she keeps hold, working into her nerves and poisoning her mind. They can die any time. It's out there. They can die at any time...
This dress is the only clothes he has that will accommodate for his tail is what I'm realizing. ]
immediately pulls her hand away because she does not like that feeling! they can die at any time is about to give her a heart attack for reasons so she will not, for now.]
Oof.
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Can you walk? [she will suffer that feeling if he needs help but christ]
[ He is unaware of the other parts that would do other things to him, but first he shakes like a dog again. ]
We were like... Monster hunters, but for monsters that were once human. Our contract kept us reviving every time we died until we reached a monster killing quota. That is the gist of it—it all felt pretty real and I think we assimilated to it since I believed people there were just as real as my job as a hunter.
The monsters came out at night, though, and there were days we needed to recuperate, so we had to get shelter. We stole the chapel and its resources from this weird dude, but he was harmless.
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she'll be milling around waiting for him... maybe she has food, too.]
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My blood feels like it's boiling. Literally.
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[she says sympathetically, reaching to very carefully steady him? nice dress.]
C'mere. Let me help you sit somewhere. Get you some water, try to cool you down.
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This dress is the only clothes he has that will accommodate for his tail is what I'm realizing. ]
Thanks.
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immediately pulls her hand away because she does not like that feeling! they can die at any time is about to give her a heart attack for reasons so she will not, for now.]
Oof.
[...]
Can you walk? [she will suffer that feeling if he needs help but christ]
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Yeah! I can walk, but...
[ Looks at her. ]
Did the swamp give me some transferable disease or something...
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[sheesh.]
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Like an abnormal amount?
[ Since in truth he's constantly paranoid. ]
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[ Trying to lighten things up even though he is extremely paranoid. ]
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[ushers him, go get water.]
You want to talk about what happened in there?
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[ WATER BREAK. ]
I don't think it's that important, but if you're curious I can tell you.
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[ He is unaware of the other parts that would do other things to him, but first he shakes like a dog again. ]
We were like... Monster hunters, but for monsters that were once human. Our contract kept us reviving every time we died until we reached a monster killing quota. That is the gist of it—it all felt pretty real and I think we assimilated to it since I believed people there were just as real as my job as a hunter.
The monsters came out at night, though, and there were days we needed to recuperate, so we had to get shelter. We stole the chapel and its resources from this weird dude, but he was harmless.