belphe | [Video/Action for Cherrygrove]

[When the feed comes on, it's displaying this glorious beast.    Sho is tangled up in the inn room's sheets and blankets so badly that its hard to tell where they end and he begins. Feverish and puffy-eyed, his breathing is a ragged hunhgh noise at best, punctuated by coughs that sounded like someone's rattling marbles in a bucket of jelly.

On his butt sits a hat. At his back is the Purrloin who put that hat there, insistently pawing at him as if hoping that her benevolent gesture of returning it to her trainer might make all of this go away.    All in all, the whole scene looks like a hot mess.]

So... [says the alto female voice behind the camera, who sounds oddly unconcerned]   ...this has been going on since he fell into the water two nights ago while we were traveling here.   I don't think he's dying yet, though I wonder if anyone knows what it might be.

[A pause as she's interrupted by another explosion of coughing]   I'd have taken him to a doctor, but I don't think you appreciate how dedicated he is to that bed at the moment... [or how difficult it was dragging him in here in the first place, for that matter...

As the purrloin continues to nudge and poke him with her paw, a hand suddenly explodes out of the cocoon of blankets and seizes the feline by the scruff of her neck.   He sits up, looking blearily-disoriented but clearly thinking he's awake enough to growl into his pokemon's face:]

In arctic and tropical climes,
the integers, addition, and times,
taken (mod p) will yield
a full finite field,
as p ranges over the primes!

[She is not sure whether this was a reprimand or not, and so, responds by grabbing for his bandana.   There's a sigh that sounds slightly exasperated behind the camera as the video cuts out]

((OOC - this is a joint post. People can address either Belphegor, Sho, or both and they will answer accordingly!))

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

HE'S JUST SICK.
PROBABLY CAUGHT A COLD AND HE'S JUST BEING A GIANT WIGGLER ABOUT IT.
IT'S NOT EVEN A BIG *DEAL* OR ANYTHING.
SURE, HE'LL BE MISERABLE FOR A LITTLE WHILE, BUT GODDAMN IT'S NOT LIFE THREATENING.

Sounds like you lost him already.

That sounds like a nasty cough. I hope it isn't pneumonia.

I definitely would like to agree with you.  These human bodies can't endure much without breaking down.

Though this has been getting steadily worse.

Huu...? I don't think so. Not yet, at least.

I'm well-acquainted with what humans look like as they die.

[Her expression slips a few notches from 'vaguely annoyed' to 'thoughtful' as she considers it]

The one they get from walking around with no shoes? If it was, how would it be cured?

I'm fairly certain that anyone who has been sick before can appreciate the dedication one has to stay in bed. Unless you happen to be type who against all odds will just toss on a flu mask and go about your day as if nothing is wrong...

He seemed just as dedicated to stay in the bushes earlier. And on the doorstep of the inn following that.

[A thin smile goes here]

While I find him much more agreeable this way, he's not easily-dragged. ....and he is getting worse.

[As though to punctuate her statement, the young man on the bed began hacking again, wheezing and shuddering.]

--!

*... give Hayate a brief moment to freeze up in surprise when he actually sees Belphegor. That's not the face or uniform he thought he'd be seeing here again anytime soon.*

W... Well... Ah...

There's... certainly a lot to be said in regards to a person who stubbornly sticks to their ground when sick! Be that ground ideal or not... Or not ground at all...

[A brow arches slightly at the surprise flickering across his face, though she doesn't comment]

Then would you say its a normal human reaction to lay down and wait to die whenever they get sick? I wonder how there's any of you left at all...

Not...supposed...to...be...human...hectopas(cough)al!

[Because that was obviously the important thing.]

Lay down and wait for it to pass, more like. Unless they sweat it out, or try some crazy homebrew remedy.

... um... are you sure he's just sick? He sounds kind of delusional as well... Like he's a having a dream about math homework.

COULD BE THE FLU.
MAKE SURE THE ASSHOLE IS GETTING PLENTY OF FLUIDS.
OR JUST ROLL HIM OFF OF THE BED, SLAP HIM ON A BLANKET AND TIE SAID BLANKET TO A BEAST TO MAKE A MAKESHIFT SLED.
TAKE HIM TO THE CENTER THAT WAY.

[Red eyes shift briefly in the direction of the hacking and ranting, waiting for it to die down before continuing]

He's been that way since he started following me, awake or sleeping. And long before he fell in the river.

WHERE'S YOUR BEAUTY?!

--?!

... ... that's some... um... unique dialogue?

[A pause as she looks doubtfully at the purrloin and Munchlax that accompanied them here, considering the idea briefly before answering]

I don't think they would be able to pull him.  But thank you for the advice.  Maybe someone from the center would be willing to collect him.

[She's endured almost four days of math puns, equations, and algebraic terms, so she seems relatively unphased.

Instead, she picks up the small spray bottle containing a healing potion and looks it over idly]

Do you think he might do better if I made him drink it~?

[Hard to tell whether or not she's being serious]

[Grumbles quietly, then starts coughing again.]

[Sho remains curled up in bed unless physically dragged out of it, so when she has to leave for a while he barely even notices. Purrloin remains seated next to him, watching her go with big eyes.]

[She had promised to be back shortly...the pokemon center was, after all, just across the street.

When she returns, nearly forty-five minutes have passed and she is laden with both a small paper sack, and a much larger basket which she sets on the foot of the bed]

Are you awake...? [she asks, addressing the hump of blankets named Sho]

Hnnnnnrggh.

[It was a response, anyway, and he turns over with the grace of a landed fish to stare at her through bleary eyes.]

[She considers this to be good enough]

I spoke to the nurses at the center about your condition. They gave me some medicine that may help if you'd like to take it now.

[From the basket, there is a small snorting noise and the shifting of small legs on a blanket]

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