Ah... [Sitting up more properly now, wiping sand off of him. It's clear that his pride is not smarting as much as the volleyball hit him.] Maybe that's a good idea. To be honest, I kind of wanted to talk to you about something specific. That... disease, you called it.
[Oh. Don Quixote nods in understanding, her brow furrowing]
'Tis a disease of the mind, moreso than the body. Once inflicted, we are inflicted by a neverending desire to feast on fresh blood, regardless of our own intent. At times just to feast, to the point of draining all life from the living, and reducing them to nothing more than 'blood bags'. At others, to propagate this curse, to ensure more fall under its thrall.
The Petrification Disease does not turn people into monsters, but those who seek a "cure" have done so, inadvertently or otherwise. This hits a little too close to home for P.]
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[Smack!!! and ahh, is her ball going out of bounds? Oh no]
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[Woah! He goes to fetch the ball, laughing a little.]
Horse?!
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[yeah ]
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Returning-]
Your horse turned into your shoes?
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[SPIKE!! ATTACK!!!]
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He dives towards the ball. He does manage to hit it, but rather than with his hands, it bonks him-
Right in the face.
And bounces off, out of of bounds.]
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[Running over from one side of the court to check in on him]
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...I'm ok.
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[SHAKING HIM BY THE SHOULDERS]
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I-I'm fine, I promise! I've been hit by a lot harder before!
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Shall we pause our game? Tis a shame to continue once an opponent has gone down, no matter how briefly!
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Mmm...what is it you wanted to know?
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[Plainly, he offers to be fair:]
My city is rife with disease, too. It's called the Petrification Disease. So I know how deeply... affecting, and painful, something like that can be.
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'Tis a disease of the mind, moreso than the body. Once inflicted, we are inflicted by a neverending desire to feast on fresh blood, regardless of our own intent. At times just to feast, to the point of draining all life from the living, and reducing them to nothing more than 'blood bags'. At others, to propagate this curse, to ensure more fall under its thrall.
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Awful.
The Petrification Disease does not turn people into monsters, but those who seek a "cure" have done so, inadvertently or otherwise. This hits a little too close to home for P.]
Were you attacked once, too? Is that why...
[Is that why Don is infected?]
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[ so here she is]
He was unusual in his resistance to the curse.
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Was he particularly powerful, or something?
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[Her hero, if you will]