Event Log: Flu Season

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Who: All characters
What: The event log for the Flu Season event
Where: All over the city
When: March 20th-March 30th
Warnings: Gross sneezing, sick people, and paranoia

It starts with a cough, a sneeze, a sore throat - something small and simple, easily ignored. But then your symptoms get worse. It's probably been awhile since you've been sick, that sort of thing doesn't usually happen here. You might be able to raid the shops for some tissues and tea before it gets too bad, and hopefully you've got a friend to help out until you get better. Surely it'll be over soon, right?

Until the fever sets in, and you start to understand why your friend is really there. They don't want to take care of you. They want to make sure this is the last anyone will ever see of you. They want to learn all your secrets. They want to steal your most precious possession. You know they're plotting against you, you know they're keeping something from you. What will you do to find out what it is?

Then, as the sickness fades, you realize it was all in your mind. Let's hope you didn't do or say anything too awful. But that friend of yours... they seem to have picked up your cough. Maybe you should help them out?

► This log covers March 20th-March 30th.
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Comments

[hot_mes]

Patrolling...staying mobile. You could be spreading that illness to everyone you come across.

[that's where his fear is focused, less on the threat of attack and more on the spread of an epidemic. But, both sources of worry contribute to his present position]

You're going to kill everyone! Why would you spread this disease, this plague?

[dragonsgrasp]

I'm taking care not to spread it. I- [He pauses to sneeze yet again, a loud, aggressive sneeze. Ugh... he wishes he didn't feel so terrible along with these pesky symptoms.]

I'm fine. It's just something that should pass soon enough... no one is going to die of it... You're exaggerating.

[Now he's definitely getting uneasy as he eyes Law, wondering what's got him so worked up.]

[hot_mes]

You're already spreading it - cover your face!

[what can he say? Doctors fear the spread of something they can't control. Like, really fear when Fear is being a dick about it.]

I can't leave you to your own devices. You need to go indoors and stay there, away from people, or I'll put you there myself.

[he doesn't take the sword down but he does shift his stance, bringing up his free hand and...]

Room...

[dragonsgrasp]

I'm perfectly able to function right now… it's a waste of time for me to lay around in the clinic.

[But oh, how many times has Kain said that, and probably later regretted it? He readies his lance, preparing for a fight. Even if he feels really icky and in no mood to go through with it… His head is pounding, he feels feverish and weak and gross and...]

[Ugh! What… what is he doing!?]

Just what sort of spell is th- [But Kain isn't able to get out of the way as whatever Law is casting at him strikes him, head-on.]

[hot_mes]

[The Room itself is nothing, Kain may not even feel the aura as it washes over him and surrounds the both of them. It's just sort of there, shimmering faintly blue.]

It's how I work. You're terribly ill. I don't even need a Scan to tell.

[Law lowers the sword off his shoulder but keeps it still sheathed, reversing his grip on it. All his fevered mind can think is a fight is a waste of time, this has to be done fast! The faster I take him down, the less people he can infect! The way he holds it, braced against the length of his arm and body, it serves as a shield against the lance]

You need to take a nap now.

[he charges in, trying to get close enough. Mes is easy to thwart, all it takes is striking his hand aside, but maybe he'll be fast enough. Maybe, if he just blocks with the sheathed sword, he can buy himself a few seconds in which to perform the operation...]

[dragonsgrasp]

[Huh… what a weird spell. Kain expected for something to happen when he saw it being case, but… he feels totally fine. That's a relief. But what's not good is the way Law is acting. Kain is ready for a fight, if that's what it's going to come to… mentally ready, that is. Physically, he's so ill that he can hardly hold that lance steady right now. He feels awful.]

I don't think so… You're exaggerating! I feel fine, as I keep telling you!

[Kain makes a move to attack, but that sword is right there, blocking his attempt. He groans in frustration.]

[hot_mes]

[That's exactly the move he needed. Law slides up the length of the lance, counting on Kain underestimating him and not knowing any of his moves. He crooks his fingers as if squaring them around some object.]

Mes!

[it all happens so fast - his hand comes up, striking Kain right in the chest heedless of any armor or anything else in the way, and then passes straight through, punching into his body as if it were made of paper. Those fingers close on his heart and yanks, and out it comes, packaged nicely in a box of the same aura that surrounds them.]

I told you, you need to rest. Now. Sleep.

[it'll be about half a minute before his victim passes out. When he wakes, Kain will be perfectly alive but without a heart.]

[dragonsgrasp]

[Kain, of course, is trying to fight with all his might, but he doesn't expect what happens next. It's nothing he can put up a defense against, nothing he can stop... He gasps very suddenly as that punch strikes him, bashing right through his chest. There's pain, but it's mingled with a great deal of shock, as Kain watches Law withdraw something from that gaping wound he'd just literally punched into him...]

[...no...]

...you... how could you? Why?

[Kain stumbles forward, but then drops to a knee, his lance clattering to the ground. He stares at Law, still completely taken aback by what's transpired. His heart. He took... he took his heart. He glances toward the peculiar square hole in his chest, then back toward Law. Certain that he's about to die, Kain tries to fight the weary sensation overtaking him. But it's pointless to resist. Soon enough, he falls forward, face down on the ground, fast asleep.]