Viridian Plague: Act II--The Lady of Prophecy & Act III--A Shred of Hope

[Keia]

M'ress nodded in understanding, offering with some hesitation, "If anything, Slagg has seemed more angry, though that could be just this situation getting to him" Mr'ress then headed over to Slagg to check with him first, then Pleione.

 

[Erekose13]

Obscurity sighs as she listens to Trayah's wisdom. Perhaps she is over worried about her additional symptoms. But to her, not being able to change was worse than even the green boils. Changing is an intrinsic part of who she is. She returns following Trayah a little ways behind, lost in thought.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*When M'ress comes to asks Slagg if he is alright, he grunts noncommittally as he sits hunched among the flowers near the shrine, trying to pick a flower but crushing it in his clumsy meaty hands.*

 

[Keia]

"It's okay, big guy," M'ress comforted Slagg, "it's been rather trying for everyone. Do you want me to pick a flower for you?"

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Later, M'ress moved to Pleione to check on her.

OOC:

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Slagg shakes his head and slumps, defeated by his inability to pick the flower himself.*

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*Pleione looks over to M'ress.*

"M'ress, are you okay? Those Feldori children...do you think that is going to happen to you?"

 

[Keia]

"Patience and gentleness, you can do it, bud," M'ress encouraged. M'ress stayed to coach her best friend through it in hopes of cheering him up a little bit. "Anything weird happening with you, after getting bitten by those greasy cats, big guy? Some of the others who were bitten are having so weird effects from it."

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M'ress opened her arms, looking for a hug from the nymph. Plus, their closeness would make the conversation more quiet and perhaps more comfortable for the nymph. "Worried . . . nope," M'ress replied with a little grin, "I was a difficult kitten . . . or so I was told."

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Slagg tries to follow M'ress's advice, but he keeps crushing the flowers or sometimes missing the flower and letting it slip between his fingers completely. In response to her question, he shrugs his broad shoulders and shakes his head.*

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*Pleione glances at M'ress's arm gesture, then up at her face, then back to the open arms. After pausing for a few seconds, she comes closer and gives M'ress a hug.*

"Well, I hope so. They weren't even affected that we know of when we left them, so if you have what they had, you've had it longer than it took to finish them."

 

[Keia]

M'ress comforted Slagg as best she could before heading over to Pleione. 'A decrease in reflexes and dexterity . . . ' M'ress thought.

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"I suppose I have . . . ," M'ress agreed. "and yet I awoke this morning and I'm the same and not a kitten . . . I'm not a kitten, right?" M'ress teased.

"So let's talk about you for a moment . . . I know that something is bothering you and I need to know if and how the jungle has affected you," M'ress explained. "I want to fix it and help you in any way that I can."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"I guess not. But it could be any time now, couldn't it? Maybe you're okay now that Trayah healed you," Pleione replies.

*When M'ress turns the conversation to Pleione, she shakes her head.*

"No, I'm fine. Except the wounds of course. Heal them up and I'll be ready to go again."

 

[Bront]

Whinoah perches herself on the shrine, enjoying the wind, watching the area for any interlopers as she checks her bowstring.