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Sidequest Sunday! [Video]

[Namur's voice is hoarse and he breathes harder than usual as he speaks, head propped sideways on a pillow so he can face the camera.]

Hey-

[He is interrupted by a coughing fit, followed by a few colorful words muttered weakly under his breath.]

A'ight let's try that 'gain.

Hey guys, I'm feelin' down. Thought a some shit that'll lift my sp- AHCHOO!

[He cringes. That one hurt.]

Oh, Lord a the Sea. If yer willin' t' go find some shit an' bring it back t' me, sing out an' I'll give y' a reward.

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[Forget the quests, she's more concerned about that cough.]

Namur? You okay?

[Aw come on, the quests are gonna be fun!

Namur sit up and blows his nose off to the side.]

Had better days I'll admit, but it ain't nothin' more dire'n a cold spell.

[He coughs and blows his nose again, then flops back into his spot in the hammock.]

Too tired t' get outta bed but I'm bored as hell. Care t' help?

[He appeared to be suffering from...a cold? Something that didn't seem so serious that it warranted much concern. But it was still enough to earn her curiosity.]

I'm not sure I understand. You need help looking for something?

Yes, that's it 'zactly.

[More coughing, ugh.]

Listen. I gotta... Make a cure. Yeah, that's it. Will y' help me gather up the shit I need for it?

A cure for what...exactly?

[Neither stalling nor deliberately trying to change the subject.]

Do you not just have a cold?

Well yeah, but 's a li'l bit differnt for me, since I ain't human. Can't jus' mosey on down t' the drug store an' pick up any ol' snake oil t' stop the cough. Gotta have a fishman remedy.

[He does legitimately have a cold. This kind of misery can't be faked.]

All I need t' start with's a bit a seawater. Not the shit in the harbor but up 'long the coast a bit there's a cove what looks like a hook. Drop a bucket off the very edge a that hook an' bring me that water an' I'll pay y' for yer troubles, aye? More if y' vlog it. Whatcha think?

You sound miserable. (You have her sympathy, Namur.) What are you looking for exactly?

[Huh. There were anthropomorphic animals in her world, but as far as Mai had always known, they were susceptible to and could treat the same illnesses as any human type. As evident by the few times she and Shu had ever shared a sick day.]

...what's a V-Log?

Um, 's like. Shit folk posts on the network. So yer like "Hey I gotta get this sickass loser his special water, come 'long for the ride!" An' y' jus' record what happens while yer doin' it. Or take a friend 'long t' record it while y' do the thing. Whatever.

[He sits up out of the frame to have another coughing fit and blow his nose, then sniffles and flops back down, tired.]

Ain't gonna lie, part a this's cuz I'm stuck in my shitty room an' I wanna see the world outside, sheheheh!

So, y' in?

Sheheh well, that ain't nothin' new if y' ever heard me sing. Sheheheh-

[His laughing morphs into a coughing fit. Followed, naturally, by a cursing fit.]

Lookin' for ingredients for a fishman remedy. Got cash, goods, or services t' trade. Give y' more if y' vlog yerself gettin' the shit cuz I'm bored as hell jus' layin' here but I ain't gonna get too far goin' out m'self, catch me?

[...this felt like a trap.]

[Why did this feel like a trap?]

[Mai wasn't sure exactly, but that lingering touch of paranoia was slowly worming its way into her mind once more. Except...she thought long and hard, and couldn't come up with a single reason why such a thing could be, in any way, dangerous to her. Or why anyone would go to all this trouble just to spring some sort of ambush.]

I...suppose I could.

[Still hesitant, but she would take this little by little. Worst case scenario, she would be prepared. Best case, she would have worried over nothing and been able to help someone for a little while.]

You said the harbor water is no good, right? Is there any reason? Just so I know exactly what it is I'm looking for.

[Not long after his post, Rip pops her head back into the room and sighs slightly. Thankfully, she can't really get sick..well, not easily.]

How goes zhe quests? Anyzhing making you feel better or should I zee about finding Marco for you.

Cuz everbody dumps their shit in there. An' half the time 's magical shit t' boot, so hell knows what's got caught up in them currents. Miracle I ain't come outta a swim turned int' a frog for three days or somethin'.

Cove's clean, though, an' 's easy 'nuff t' drop a bucket on a line from the hooky bit cuz 's kinda an overhang. Then y' don't get a beachful a sand in it but y' don't get drowned, either, catch my drift?

[Namur pushes the button to turn off the screen and grumbles. He knows she loves him regardless but a part of him hates being this pathetic and weak in front of her.]

Need Marco anyway. An' 'nother blanket. 'S colder'n a damn glacier in here.

[It isn't, actually. But Rip can probably sense his heart fluttering faster but weaker than normal. Namur coughs and blows his nose, dropping the tissue into a basket on the floor.]

This sucks.

[Honestly hearing his heart fluttering faster and weaker than normal did worry her. It just wasn't something she was used to hearing. But, she knew this was just a cold so she was doing the best to be helpful.

And yes, she loves him even with him feeling under the weather in front of her.]

Vell, a blanket I can get you at least for now.

[That was an easy request to fill and she wished she had body heat to share with him to try and warm him up but... No such luck.]

It vill pass before you know it. Colds never last long.

Careful now. (She winces and shifts, almost as if she wants to give him a helpful pat on the back.)

Don't worry about the trade - just tell me the ingredients. I will do my best to find them.

Feeling sick, huh? This sort of thing was usually Aladine's job, but if you need anything, I'll see what I can get.

[Just please don't call him out for whaleshit in public. He's bored and wants to watch people go on tiny stupid adventures. Namur groans.]

Marco's gonna catch wind soon 'nuff an' attack me with root water or some shit, don't worry.

[He waves his hand dismissively. He will be well taken care of.]

Stash a fish in the fridge's gettin' low, though. Got a net I keep out on the shore in Fayren if y' ain't 'fraid t' get wet.

[At that he winks. Are those fighting words? They might be. When he's not feeling like a hagfish, more full of mucous than meat.]

[Well, she was easy to convince. He'll have to do something extra nice for her. Once he stops spewing germs all over.]

Got a lake up in the forest where the unicorns an' dragons drink t'gether. Or at least one at a time when the other ain't 'round t' start shit. So if y' bring me some leaves a the lily pads that's grown in the water touched by both types a magic, I'm sure it'll make the strongest lilypad tea t' help cure this cough.

[He didn't plan on breaking into a fit of said cough right at that moment but boy was it convenient. Way to drive the point home, body. Good job. Now stahp, his head hurts.]

[He grunts, shifting around a bit so he's all but buried under the blankets. But he stretches out his hand to take hold of hers.]

Tell Sync he's in charge 'til I get back, an' tell me how he does runnin' shit, eh?

[She rolls her eyes and smiles as he takes her hand. After a few moments, Rip climbs into bed with him. Even if she doesn't have any heat to share, hopefully just being close helps him even a little.]

Vill do. Zhough, it vouldn't hurt to send zhe message yourself you know.

[She chuckles and takes her glasses off to get comfortable.]

I see.

[That made sense; to be honest, she hadn't even considered the possibility of pollution--and she definitely hadn't known that 'magical shit' could affect him as well.]

I think I could manage something like that. You just need a bucket of clean, non-magical water. And that'll help you feel better?

[Cue one video closeup on a pair of wide green eyes, furrowed by their owner's frown as she scrutinizes her phone screen.]

Are you sick? You sound sick.

[Not having much experience in these things, she's guessing-- But it feels like a fairly educated guess, given the evidence. Leaning back a little bit from her screen, Rowan gives a decidedly canine tilt of her head-- Equal parts concern and curiosity.]

What can I do to help?

'S the gist.

[Namur rolls onto his back, trying to clear his sinuses. At first it sounds more like the opposite is going on.]

Oh, Lord a the Sea, gimme a sec, hang on-

[Even Namur has the decency to not televise the next several minutes spent alternating between violent coughing fits and the subsequent filling of tissues. When he does click back into the feed, he looks exhausted. But his breathing is clearer. For the moment.]

Sorry 'bout that. Had a fit. That shit ain't no good for no one. Anyway. Y' was sayin'?

[Mai had witnessed and experienced a lot of less-than-pleasant sights during the last year of her life back home. All sorts of injuries and sickness. Even so...she still visibly winced at the sounds coming through the speaker.]

You don't need to apologize at all. Your sick. It's only...it happens.

[There was a slight shift on her end. During the downtime, it was clear she had since retrieved some outerwear, including donning a warm beanie on her head.]

I'm heading out now. Pending any unforseen issues, it shouldn't take me more than an hour or so to get your water. Think you can hold out for that long?

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