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[chromon]

[Whatever Bak had been in the kitchen to do, he most certainly isn't doing. Despite his brief lapse of apparant health, he seems all too happy to choke and retch loudly, filling the kitchen sink with red. Amazingly, the ordeal doesn't seem to alarm him, and shaking and pale he merely rinses his mouth out, quietly having a sit at a nearby table as

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[ingenuities]

*that's not gross, not at all*

... It's not getting worse, is it?

[chromon]

...It is. ...and after it just started getting better too...

[ingenuities]

... That's not good. *coming a bit closer* Just what's gotten worse, exactly?

[chromon]

The parts of me that are bandaged have been looking alot worse after starting to heal, though it hasn't spread anywhere else. And I'm pretty sure my insides have started to turn to mush after throwing up blood more than once in the past twelve hours...

[ingenuities]

That... really doesn't sound good. If only the Countess would hurry... Do you mind if I look over the outside damage? I want to see if I can do anything to help.

[chromon]

I'm sure she'll find something soon... No, not at all, I'll try anything at this point.

[ingenuities]

... Still, the sooner we can deal with this the better. Sit down, then, would you?

[chromon]

[He does as instructed]

...I know.

Redundancy, what. D:

[ingenuities]

Do you think you could take off the bandages? I'll re-bandage them after I've gotten a good enough look.

[chromon]

[He nods briefly and removes them, His arms gored to the point where their bones show through in spots. His leg is in slightly better condition, though not by much. His right eye and the side of his face seem to be the only things better and unbandaged, the skin looking raw and eye glassy, but still unfortunately unusable.]

[ingenuities]

*grimaces* ... That looks awful. I don't think I've ever seen anything like this... Did you ever figure out what was causing it? *digging around in his pocket to produce a small tube of unlabeled ointment* ... This'll help a little, hopefully...

[chromon]

Other than the slow loss of my memory, no... Hopefully.

[ingenuities]

*blink* ... Loss of your memory? *digging around in his pockets some more, looking for a pair of rubber gloves; no offense but he doesn't really want to touch that*

[chromon]

My Noah memory.

[ingenuities]

Ah. And it's taking your body with it? *smearing on the ointment. It's kinda yellow-greenish and it might feel a little tingly*

[chromon]

It seems like it.

[Blink] ...What the hell is that stuff made of?