#007 [video]

[theonewhodied]

[Naoi looks indignant today, which is fairly uncommon for the much-too-prideful boy, but today, he also looks incredibly alarmed... which is far more unusual. His face is flushed and his usually prim and proper uniform is in disarray (the jacket is unbuttoned, hanging off his small shoulders like the world's least threatening hooligan, and his red ribbon is hanging useless around his neck).]

How could you?!

How could this even be?!

[He points an accusatory finger at the camera, trying to will his terrified eyes to convey anger instead.] I cannot fall ill! It's impossible!

I can't— don't you know who I am, what I am?

Damn you! God cannot fall ill, nor can the dead!

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[valentineluke]

Think again.

[Text; I apologize for his rudeness.]

[theonewhodied]

You, there! The smart aleck.

Get me cold medicine.

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[valentineluke]

Make me.

[Video; aaand Naoi's going to attempt hypnosis/mind control.]

[theonewhodied]

((Couldn't find a permission post, so I hope this is okay. ^^; Feel free to have it fail to affect Luke if you want! Naoi's hypnosis a near-flawless mind control if successful, but temporary. There's a few seconds of delay before it works, so simply breaking eye contact before his eyes finish changing colour is enough to make it fail too. o/))

[Naoi's eyes shift from hazel to a glowing eerie red.]

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[valentineluke]

[Smirk] Shall I explain how to contact a delivery service?

[Video; i-it can't beeee! @_@;]

[theonewhodied]

[Naoi pauses briefly, wondering why Luke is still capable of being expressive when his power should have taken hold, but decides not to make a big deal out of it, carrying on as normal, continuing to hold his gaze.] You are an errand boy. You will run to the nearest pharmacy or other supplier of medication and bring me cold medicine. [Now feeling a chill, he shivers and pulls on the jacket, along with a blanket.]

My apartment is located at [x,y].

Now go!

[He's still under the impression Luke is hypnotized.]

video;

[majorcrotchgrab]

I knew you were a normal human boy. ... You should get some medical attention though.

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[theonewhodied]

I am not I— you should all bow down before... bero...

[He cuts off the feed in a hurry, one hand held over his mouth.]

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[theonewhodied]

If only!

Dying would be more merciful than this humiliation.

Someone ought to take me, then. I feel terrible.

[He is the biggest brat.]

video;

[majorcrotchgrab]

[COMPETITION OF THE BRATS]

Well, if you want to die, be my guest. You'll lose your ability to return to your home world if you do.

voice; because typing is too much effort to waste on Raikov.

[theonewhodied]

Fool, I am incapable of dying! I was not meant to return anyway, I was done with that world. [Naoi, this is where people get the impression you're suicidal.]

If I were in a better mood, I would prove it to you. No, even in a better mood, I wouldn't feel like it.

For now, go ask Lucina-san, the doleful woman with the sword! I had her stab me. [So flippant!]

video; <3

[majorcrotchgrab]

... Wait, so you're already dead?

voice; <////3

[theonewhodied]

... I died in Showa 20.

[monochrome_mirror]

In the City, Naoi, even gods and great beasts can fall ill. Utsuho is suffering as well, but I do not know what to do for her...

But as for you...I may.

[theonewhodied]

... Utsuho-san... is sick?

[He actually looks surprised and even sounds upset about it, if the rise in pitch is anything to judge by.]

You can do something? [Naoi, why are you so incredibly rude? Well, at the very least he isn't throwing "kisama"s around like he does with pretty much everyone else.

He's genuinely curious and lifts himself out of his pitiful sprawled-out position on the bed to give her full attention and, well, he can't really just lie there while speaking to someone he respects as an elder.]

[monochrome_mirror]

I genuinely hope it is a passing illness, not whatever is afflicting the City right now.

I do not quite know what to do yet, but many others in the City have had dreams that provide insight into these diseases. They are magical, and can be magically lifted.

When I saw that you were ill, I thought...a potter's wheel would be very familiar to you.

[ooc: Utsuho has a new post up if Naoi wants to corral anyone into helping or something. :P]

[theonewhodied]

A lot of good hoping will do...!

[He thinks she's sick the same way, but because Shikieiki said she couldn't help her, then, it means she didn't see anything in a dream either...]

Magically lifted...

A potter's wheel? [He blinks, then smiles ruefully.] ... is my existence so weak? I must be saved from my father's fate by my brother's craft.

Very well.

((And of course, he would!))

[monochrome_mirror]

I know. But it is sometimes all that can be done.

[She smiles, in her usual faint but knowing way.] Your existence is strong, to have persisted so long despite others' best efforts to stamp it into a clone of something it is not.

What do you need...to make a pot? To have someone else do so? I suppose I can at least find the supplies -- they aren't so difficult to locate.

[theonewhodied]

Alone, it does little.

[He is soothed by her words, quieting and tearing. He doesn't even his hat on to hide them.]

...

[The question is a good distraction, however!] Don't make it. I wish to work... my father worked until his body gave out. I know my old body's strength. It is capable of that much.

[Now sitting with his legs tucked under him, knees apart, hands on thighs.]

All I need aside from the wheel is earth. Mud. I need mud to make the clay.

... thank you very much.

[thermonuclear_birdbrain]

[Have a worn-out-looking Utsuho.]

Hi Naoi-san...you're sick?

[theonewhodied]

Most unbelievably... yes.

[He says it bitterly, glaring, but the glare sharpens when he focuses on the screen.]

[thermonuclear_birdbrain]

You'll be fine. You're a god, right? So it'll be okay.

...right?

[theonewhodied]

I cannot say, here. If you had asked it elsewhere... [This place isn't governed by the rules of his reality.

He shuts his eyes, still looking quite annoyed. But, when he speaks this time, his voice is level:]

Utsuho-san.

In this place, there is no one I have more faith and trust in than you, apart from Shikieiki-sama.
[He opens an eye to look at the screen.] Do I not, in turn, have your trust?

[thermonuclear_birdbrain]

[She looks as serious as she can, which is actually pretty serious if she quiets down and tries. It's tinged with no small amount of concern, though.]

...Of course you do.

[theonewhodied]

... why ask when you, also, are falling ill?

You have no small supply of energy. For you to look so plainly weathered, you must also be sick.

Please be honest. [He doesn't look angry anymore, just very worried.]