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[putitintono]

[Today in Camp there is a young samurai that looks like he just stepped out of the early 1800s. For some people, a very familiar young samurai but with a completely normal daishou set instead of a creepy, crying sword

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[pussyfortono]

. . .

[putitintono]

[He doesn't look healthy, on closer inspection, and it takes a couple minutes before he's done coughing.]

I don't know where I am.

[pussyfortono]

You are in camp.

[putitintono]

A camp? Where is it?

[putitintono]

[Sorry, too busy hacking up blood to respond]

[putitintono]

I... don't know where I am.

[blowsurmind]

Ewgh! Cough the other way!

[putitintono]

[Sorry, too busy coughing to change the direction he's coughing in]

[blowsurmind]

Ewgh! Ewgh! Ewgh! Ewgh! Ewgh!

[putitintono]

--be quiet.

[The hacking is letting up at least.]

[backupsavesyou]

[Well. This is unfortunate.]

Ah--!

[putitintono]

[COUGH COUGH HACK]

[backupsavesyou]

[Moving to steady you while checking for signs of skin abscesses or a nosebleed]

[putitintono]

[Nope, he's just pale, sickly-skinny, and might be running a fever. Oh and the wheezing and coughing]

[coughinguplove]

Are you--

[HURK]

[putitintono]

[cough hack! Wonderful, even more blood. At least it's not his]

[coughinguplove]

...Are you ill, or is this normal for you?

[putitintono]

It will probably get a little better in a few weeks.

[He hopes. Which is, yes he's ill]