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| The Fifth Spell | (Audio)

Dec 09, 2009 18:41

[The hiss of static emits from the communicator, but soon it begins to dissolve bit-by-bit with a series of soft "hics".]

Uuuuu... uuu... I... don't feel so good...

[A child's obviously wavering whine of distress.]

I think...

[Suddenly, a loud sneeze, a rather unpleasant sound for those listening.]

I caught a cold. Nu-uuuu....

siiiiiick, log5, little kid n cold weather

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voice ksuriuri_san December 10 2009, 00:44:11 UTC

... You did not listen.

voice king_to_be December 10 2009, 00:53:28 UTC

Ouuuu... but- but- but--

voice ksuriuri_san December 10 2009, 00:54:35 UTC

Where... are you now? [If you listen veeeery carefully, you can just hear the resignation in his voice]

voice king_to_be December 10 2009, 01:08:01 UTC

[If only Gash could read people's voice's better. Also, perhaps it just his fever, but the Medicine Seller seems to sound more and more like someone the child knows.]

At... nuuu-ouuuuuuu... the park...

[Where else does he have to go, really?]

voice ksuriuri_san December 10 2009, 01:12:17 UTC

I see.

[Well it looks like you have a Medicine Seller coming to help. Oh, kids these days.]

[[ooc: action-log?]

COMMENT LOG king_to_be December 10 2009, 01:36:13 UTC

[Annnd Gash is just going to curl up into a little ball for warmth and tug his pal Vulcan close to him.

It's cold, and he's sick. The demon boy probably won't keep his eyes open for much longer.

Not good.]

COMMENT LOG ksuriuri_san December 10 2009, 01:48:24 UTC

[It wouldn't be long. The sound of the geta against the ground would soon be heard, the Medicine Seller slowly approaching the boy.

He didn't even think demons could get sick. Ah well.

Kneeling by the child, one hand reached out to press against his forehead, to check for a fever.]

COMMENT LOG king_to_be December 10 2009, 02:00:06 UTC

[And ouch! He's burning like the blazes.]

Uuuuuu....

[In response to the Medicine Seller's contrastingly icy touch, Gash lets out pathetic groan and rolls opposite of the hand, still clutching Vulcan ever so tightly to him.]

COMMENT LOG ksuriuri_san December 10 2009, 02:02:00 UTC

[And a rather high fever too. Well, a good doctor never left their patients outside like this.

Without a single sound or word, he picked the boy up, actually showing a degree of care in his work, holding the small child like one would carry a baby.

And with that, he started back for the flats.]

COMMENT LOG king_to_be December 10 2009, 02:32:10 UTC

[A familiar yet all too vague sense of comfort wraps itself around the shivering child. To be gently held as if he was an infant-- he hadn't felt such a thing.

At least, he didn't remember so.]

K... Kiyomaro... u-uuuuuu...

[He mumbles precious names in his heated fit, those long gone and those far from his reach.]

COMMENT LOG ksuriuri_san December 10 2009, 02:36:23 UTC

[He wasn't any man of the sort, nor did he even vaguely know what the boy was murmuring about. It was certainly a name... Perhaps a guardian or parent. Holding the child close to him, if only to keep the boy from falling, the man otherwise seems unaffected by the boys state.

It was part of the job. He was simply doing his job. Well, part of it anyway.

It didn't take long to reach the apartment, climbing the stairs to his room and gently depositing the boy on a couch before he set about working through his medicine box. Let's see... what did he have for fevers?]

COMMENT LOG king_to_be December 10 2009, 02:48:34 UTC

[While the Medicine Seller rummages about his wears, Gash finds subconsciousness comfort in the change from damp, hard ground to a somewhat warm, soft couch.

Yet even so, his mutterings continue as if he is being tossed about in a nightmare.

What's this?

He's crying?]

...Kiyo... maro... Everyone... is going to...

COMMENT LOG ksuriuri_san December 10 2009, 02:52:26 UTC

[The man glances casually back at the sleeping, crying child. A fever dream as well.

How sick did the boy make himself?

A thin vial was removed from a drawer at long last, and he examined the way the light shot through it before he moved to the boys side, rolling him over onto his back and propping his head. Well, how else was he to drink it? He gave the small body a gentle shake to wake him up nevertheless.]

COMMENT LOG king_to_be December 10 2009, 23:33:03 UTC

[With a rather abrupt start for his state, the boy awoke, eyes weary; they snapping half-way shut just as quickly as they popped open. The tears remained, he far to tired to move and brush them away.]

Uuuu... Who are- what are-

COMMENT LOG ksuriuri_san December 11 2009, 03:11:50 UTC

[No answer for the moment, the man simply silently offered the vial of medicine to the boy. It wouldn't smell bad at all, in fact, it was rather like mint tea in the scent.

Oh no, Gash wouldn't be getting a reply until he'd finished that concoction.]

COMMENT LOG king_to_be December 11 2009, 03:21:11 UTC

[That reply would probably never come as upon seeing the vial of awful (in his mind) medicine, Gash made a whine of protest and began to try and wriggle stiffly away from the said item.

Never mind that it smelled like mint tea. Medicine is always terrible to a child.]

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