Another time, another place / Some paradimensional race (Active / CLOSED)

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Characters: Seymour, Elphaba, Sora, and Wiccan
Content: Seymour gets into trouble and others have to bail him out
Location: The 505 on West 47th
Time of Day: Midday (day after Dahlia's log?)
Warnings: violence, possibly swearing, Seymour being a creep and character death at the end 8D
Notes: The contents of this log have been approved by the mods. Also

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The Incident and afteraffects

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Re: The Incident and afteraffects

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Seymour hadn't really gone very far from his home when he spotted the crabs. They seemed to have been pretty quiet lately and that wasn't really what he wanted to hear. The number of bites lately had been very good to hear and the severity of them even better. He liked knowing that the possibility was there for even more of the monsters and these were just from the people he had heard of. Perhaps, like in the case of Mr. Andrew Basil, there were more who had been bitten, more who had not gone for help until it was too late, until they were beyond the reach of capable Healers... Perhaps the next Cloverfield monster was just around the corner

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Elphaba knocked on the door to Seymour's apartment. On her return from the daily mapping of crab activity, she had made a supply run, getting supplies for her buildingmate as well as herself, and decided that she would bring him his share and ask her friend to join her for lunch. It was rather boring, being on her own much of the time, and company would be quite welcome.

Upon being invited into the apartment, she called out to Seymour, "I collected some food this morning, and was wondering if you'd care to join me for lunch?" As she spoke, she made a quick detour to the kitchen, leaving his food there, before looking around the apartment in search of Seymour.

She thought it a bit odd that she found him in bed and resting, giving him a look of mild concern and inquiring, "Are you alright?"

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From the moment he'd heard that tell-tale knock on the door, Seymour had known his plans were rocking a bit. Still, he wasn't going to let them go without a fight and so he murmured a greeting to Elphaba and decided to pretend he had a cold. It would make things easier.

"You are so very kind," he told her easily, glancing up as her head appeared in the doorway to his room. "I am quite all right. It is nothing more than a cold. I appear to have worn myself out. It will pass in due time."

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She raised an eyebrow at Seymour's claim that he was bedridden in the middle of the day due to a cold. That wasn't like the man at all. Elphaba didn't question him though. Not yet. Instead she just said, "Well, if you're not feeling well, then that's all the more reason for me to make us both something to eat. You're only going to feel worse if you don't eat or drink anything." Not waiting for an answer, Elphaba went directly to the kitchen and got as decent a meal together as she could, considering what she had available.

She returned to Seymour's room with two plates and glasses of water, placing his on the nightstand and taking a seat in the nearby chair rather than leaving him in peace. Something seemed a little off about him, and she wouldn't leave until she was no longer worried or he forced her out.

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Seymour sighed audibly at the woman's insistence at staying, but he didn't protest for now. As long as she didn't decide to take a look at his arm or find the incriminating mess of ripped and bloody clothes he'd just thrown in a box under the bed then he'd be perfectly fine with whatever she wanted to do.

She was his one true ally, yes, but even allies could be prone to misunderstandings.

By the time she returned, he was sitting upright and he murmured his thanks for her generosity. "How have you been lately, Elphaba? It has been a long time since we last sat down to speak like this."

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"I've been well," she informed him, "Since my magic isn't much use in other ways, I've been spending my mornings lately mapping crab movements in the city from the air." Despite not having managed to find any discernible pattern or purpose in the day-to-day changes in crab concentrations, Elphaba had decided it was about time to start posting her maps on the network.

The Witch of the West eyed Seymour. "And how have you been? Aside from this cold you've caught." She really wanted to make sure he was alright, and just hoped he'd let her.

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Well, the mapping was certainly useful. He could have done with that this morning, but no matter. Seymour offered what he hoped could pass as a tired smile.

"Your efforts will surely go far towards aiding those who need the help," he told her before nodding once in response. "I have been well until recently."

But then he shifted his weight, forgetting for a moment that the bite was on his arm this time, and winced just enough as he jostled the wound. It hadn't been a huge change in facial expression, but it would be barely enough to notice.

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Thankfully, Elphaba was looking at her friend rather than paying attention to her food when that brief flicker of suppressed pain crossed his face as he moved. "You don't have a cold, you're injured! What happened!?" Quickly setting down her plate, she was on her feet and standing right next to the bed before he had a chance to speak.

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Ah... Yevon curse it, he hadn't meant to show her that. His features hadn't flickered close enough to annoyance for the expression to be discernable, and he rearranged them into what could pass as a reassuring smile.

"...It is nothing. Do not concern yourself over it."

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"Because your threshold for pain is so low you'd visibly wince about an injury too insignificant for concern?" Her voice was offhand and unemotional, but there was enough worry and even slight anger in her eyes that Seymour would be well able to discern her true feelings at the moment.

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His own expression was taking on a slightly different turn; though it was difficult to tell at the moment, his eyes were beginning to express his irritation.

"Perhaps it is an aftereffect of the illness. I have heard tell of some that steal the strength of their victims and cause them physical pain."

'Heard tell' because he had never been sick. Being half-Guado made his immune system quite good normally, but Elphaba didn't need to know that.

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Too wrapped up in her own anger to notice his when it hadn't yet fully surfaced, Elphaba snapped, "Don't lie to me." This was definitely not a cold, so there was no illness.

Had Seymour ever even been sick, in the time she'd known him? She tried to recall...

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Elphaba was as stubborn as Lady Yuna, a quality Seymour normally prized, but one that was making things extremely difficult at the moment. All he wanted was to live with the wound in peace and make a nice little monster without anyone bothering him about it.

"I have no idea what you mean," he answered, voice going flat and cold for the first time since they had known each other.

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The icy tone in which he spoke finally clued her in to his anger. She knew he was hiding something now. ...And the only other time he had been ill and bedridden... "Were you bitten!?" she demanded, her own tone rather incredulous.

He couldn't have been bitten. Seymour had witnessed the transformation of that poor man, he would be getting himself healed, not hiding it!

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Oh her anger. It was so beautiful. But it did not curb his annoyance at having his plans interrupted so thoroughly.

"It is a mere scratch," he answered indifferently.