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[fourfoldroots]

[So dumb goddess is dumb and completely believes that she is fine, thank you, and that what is going on is just a minor hiccup or something, not actual sickness. That sort of thing is for lesser beings, not someone divine

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[discoinfernorz]

[...guess who's totally in the same boat.

tiny hippie is also continuing with walks, entirely ignoring that occasional cough or unhealthy rattling breath. these bodies really were too frail.

but being sick does nothing to dampen his mood, and he nods and smiles quite jovially when he spots the goddess limping along.]

[fourfoldroots]

[she would completely agree with the whole frail body thing. she is totally considering getting her immortality, or at least bits of it, back when this crap is over.

with a wave, she calls hoarsely:] Afternoon!

[discoinfernorz]

[a good idea, and he would totally follow suit iiif he had any sort of bodily immortality available. as it is he just returns the wave, stopping a few feet away from the goddess.]

I'll give Mayfield points for the pleasant weather.

[yep...just chatting like there aren't already bodies starting to crop up on the streets.]

[fourfoldroots]

[yup. totally ignoring those bodies. the smell is less hard to ignore, however. mmm, corpses baking in the sun.]

Always s-sunny, is it not?

[serverofshota]

[O_O! Getting in front of her.]

Persephone?

[fourfoldroots]

[she attempts a smile, but it's not pretty -- the goddess looks like death warmed over]

Mori.

[serverofshota]

....

[Yeah, this shit stops now. He begins taking her into his arms, carrying her like the icon.]

[fourfoldroots]

[fffff. Persephone flails -- not like it does any good. she has the strength of a wet noodle right now.]

P-put me down now!

[heartofheaven]

[Tifa is out looking for Persephone. This despite the fact that she is also not feeling too good, having taken the other vaccine.

At least Persephone is easy to find. Follow the trail of dead plants.]

Persephone!

[fourfoldroots]

[she's also a lot easier to find now that she's not moving, curled up on a bench in the park. at least she made it that far! not half bad.]

What? [cranky, cranky, cranky]

[heartofheaven]

[This is her firm maternal tone. As firm as she can make it whilst feverish, anyway.]

You're not well, Persephone. Come on, let's go back to the house.

[fourfoldroots]

Uh-uh.

[she shakes her head and curls up tighter on the bench with a rattling cough.]