[ She's in the courtyard, bouncing a volleyball. No longer Mystery Meat or barely taped back together. She looks normal, even, if her expression seems a bit more distracted than normal. Up and down goes the ball]
[P had read her message on the forum, of course, and though it's nice to know that she's returned to her senses, he can't help but 1) still wonder what that violent display was truly all about, especially after the mention of a disease and 2) is simply still concerned.
So, at some point, he draws closer, watching her bounce a volleyball up and down.]
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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week one
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So, at some point, he draws closer, watching her bounce a volleyball up and down.]
Hello. Would you like some company?
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Forsooth, for nothing is as tragic as a game on one's own!
[Ah! Stars appear in her eyes at P's approach]
Well met, Sir! Would thou fancy a gate of VOLLEYBRRR?
[Volleyball]
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Oh? I don't know how to play... volleyburr? But sure, why not.
[He will learn!]
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[They can do this!!]
We just need to smack the ball over the net to the other.
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[He nods! They'll do this! It'll be fun!
And trots over to the other end of the net. But not without asking, first-]
So... are you okay?
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...mine mind and flesh hath been restored. [Hah! A powerful serve over the net] 'Tis just shame that hangs over mine heart now.
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Huffs to catch his breath even though he doesn't need to breathe-]
That's normal. Anyone would feel bad about what you did — and it wasn't in your control, anyway.
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Hah! Still. Tis a horrifying consequence I hath delivered unwittingly--
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[He says it with gusto, trying to realign himself to volley back the ball when necessary.]
For making this "disease" of yours flare up!
[That's what she called it, right?]
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This 'Father' is truly a wretched villain with no qualms of hurting innocents in his wake.
[She pauses and manages to volley it back]
But I can assure everyone that as long as Rocinante be with me, my disease shall not taketh anyone with them.
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"Rocinante"... Who's that?
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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]