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witchesreign2010-10-21 01:23 am
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oo2. things have been okay for me, except that i'm a zombie now... [action/open]
[At first, Junpei just figures he's come down with something. It happens, right? After kicking ass all night in Tartarus and then getting up to go to school the next day, it tends to wear a guy out, so the onset of a cold or something of the like isn't strange to him. This feels a little different, but he supposes it was really only a matter of time. Getting dumped into an alternate dimension is bound to expose you to something nasty.
But usually when he's under the weather he just sleeps a lot. And whatever is wrong with him this time, it's robbed him of that. He's spent the past two or three days laying on his bed in his dorm, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. He hasn't eaten the whole time, but finds he's not hungry. This morning he finally decided maybe it was time to go and talk to somebody about it, and was alarmed to see that his skin had taken on a peculiar greenish hue. Oh boy. This can't be good. Well, at least chances are that this school nurse won't make him try any weird potions.
Nothing could have prepared him for the news that he's been stricken with Zombie. ...How the hell does that even work? Unfortunately, it seems the usual means of ridding people of the effects of these strange ailments that seem to be affecting most of the student body at the moment aren't working. So he's advised to just stick it out--the malady won't hurt him, he's told--the effects should wear off on their own eventually.
But now he's left with a simple quandary: he's a zombie. And he's hardly been acting the part. Anyone passing through the lobby today might notice a very ill-looking Junpei shambling about, practicing making groaning noises that may or may not sound rather like 'braaaaains'. Don't worry, though, he's not unreasonable. I mean, no one's gonna eat your eyes...]
[sorry i fell off the face, guys. TT^TT work is really lame.]
But usually when he's under the weather he just sleeps a lot. And whatever is wrong with him this time, it's robbed him of that. He's spent the past two or three days laying on his bed in his dorm, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. He hasn't eaten the whole time, but finds he's not hungry. This morning he finally decided maybe it was time to go and talk to somebody about it, and was alarmed to see that his skin had taken on a peculiar greenish hue. Oh boy. This can't be good. Well, at least chances are that this school nurse won't make him try any weird potions.
Nothing could have prepared him for the news that he's been stricken with Zombie. ...How the hell does that even work? Unfortunately, it seems the usual means of ridding people of the effects of these strange ailments that seem to be affecting most of the student body at the moment aren't working. So he's advised to just stick it out--the malady won't hurt him, he's told--the effects should wear off on their own eventually.
But now he's left with a simple quandary: he's a zombie. And he's hardly been acting the part. Anyone passing through the lobby today might notice a very ill-looking Junpei shambling about, practicing making groaning noises that may or may not sound rather like 'braaaaains'. Don't worry, though, he's not unreasonable. I mean, no one's gonna eat your eyes...]
[sorry i fell off the face, guys. TT^TT work is really lame.]
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[You might be wandering through the halls muttering about brains, Junpei, but Akiela's just wandering in general.
And bumping into walls. ... a lot.
Every time her forehead connects with a hard surface, she gives a patient sigh and a small, irritated grumble before ambling onwards. And hitting more walls. Really, she's just very confused. Don't mind her possibly bumping in to you.]
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Ow! [ ... wait, what was that guy doing? Terra blinks, glancing over to the other fellow, baffled a few minutes. ]
... d'you have astomachache? [ Yah, even she speaks quickly, damnit. ]
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Mitsuru pauses on her way through the lobby when she sees Iori. His absence over the past few days has been noted, and while she's relieved to see him at first...She doesn't miss all that shambling and groaning, especially when he starts lurching towards her.]
"..."
[She can't speak, but her expression says 'What on earth are you doing, Iori' well enough to make up for it.]
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Thumbs up?
You okay, green guy?]
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He realizes quickly Junpei's having some fun with his affliction, and so writes out a sufficient response.]
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You too, eh?