Accidental Video | Action to ANYONE NEAR HIS SHITTY SHOP

[feckinboomstick]

[It's uncomfortable, hearing that wheeze from this channel. The communicator seems to have been carelessly swatted to the floor as he passed by it, considering that it caught the tail end of his retreating shape before it slumped heavily into a chair.

He's gray. Grayer than usual, pale blue in the lips and fingers and obviously cold and sick. Clearly, the steaming drink he has, too dark to be any normal blend of tea, isn't doing whatever job he expected it to.

Whatever is going on, his lips haven't stopped moving once, a shaking hand carefully thumbing each and every bead on the rosary. Prayers, probably.

He has some kind of tic. A constant jerk towards the window, as if he heard something from there, before he digs at an ear with his pinky. Tinnitus maybe? Whatever the issue is, the faded glare finally lands on the blinking light of the communicator, and he hurls a book sitting on the table at it, before struggling to get up and shut the stupid thing off]

Dúr, maith do rud ar bith, briste píosa truflais! Éist suas!

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[notquitedracula]

You uh. You don't look so good there, Priest.

[Is he muttering in... Welsh? It certainly sounds like it. Regardless, this is the guy Soma talked to about working in a magic shop a while back, and there was never any followup, so he's going to take this as indication that Something Is Wrong and make his way over there at speed. Soon enough, there's a knock at the door.]

[feckinboomstick]

[There's something mumbled along the lines of 'm'fine' but chances are he's probably lying, fumbling with his communicator.

He'll be coming there to a silent shop, no answer to the knock at the door. Either he's being an asshole... Or he can't get to the door]

[notquitedracula]

[Soma's not taking chances on someone maybe dying in there when he could be helping - so, sorry if your door's warded or locked, Cassian, he's coming through one way or the other.]

Helloooo? You in here, Cassian?

[feckinboomstick]

[It was warded, but whatever was the ward crumbled pretty quickly. It seems it mimicked the health of the person in it.

As for Cassian, there's shifting in the other room.]

Ye got in.

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[opera_zombie]

"Is gray make-up in style this season?"

[Either that or he's a zombie and naturally looks like that. She watches the screen carefully looking for red eyes.]

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[feckinboomstick]

[Well he's not a zombie, but he usually looks at least a little gray. Just another broken wheeze, before he tries to get something typically biting out]

It's me face ye daft-

[HACK]

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[opera_zombie]

[That was her oopsie.]

"I'm sorry. You look absolutely deathly though. Should you really be out of bed?"

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[feckinboomstick]

I've had worse!

[A LIE]

[Video]

[shy_mage]

C-Cassian?

[He didn't look so good. Bracken knew he was sick, but he was looking even sicker than usual. He hated feeling like Cassian was far away in a dangerous place like that.]

A-Are you okay?

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[feckinboomstick]

I'm fine.

[Which is probably a lie, honestly]

Just a little cold.

[Video]

[shy_mage]

D-Do you want to come over? K-Katze... Katze gets cold real fast, so I t-try to keep our place really warm.

[Which was a challenge, since it was a tree. But, he had his fire magic and years of experience.]

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[its_dad_sanzo]

Oh, dear.

[Koumyou squints at the video.]

Should I send more soup?

[Video] (Not tagging in just adding flavor)

[badly_behaved_priest]

[A faint, angry voice can be heard from somewhere out of range of the camera.]

I'm not doing a goddamned thing for that peice of shit, leave me out of this.

[Video] (an aside)

[its_dad_sanzo]

[Koumyou calls out at the off-camera voice.]

I hadn't asked you!

[Yet.]

...

...Hey, Koooouryuu?

[Just run, Sanzo. It'll be easier.]

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[feckinboomstick]

[Yeah he heard the whole exchange]

Don't ye dare send that arse back in here, I'll shoot meself first.

[Video]

[its_dad_sanzo]

Well, I suppose I could bring it myself! Although...

[He tries again, calling away from the phone.]

Koooouryuuu!

[No response, Sanzo has well and truly fled. A siiiiigh. And a pout.]

I suppose I'll have to make it, too...

[His son is so cruel, leaving him to his own devices in the kitchen like this.]

[Action]

[black_black_heart]

[Tannusen hasn't been going out and about much in his true form. Apparently tonight is an exception. There's a loud thump on the roof of the shop, and then on the ground in front of the door, and something sniffs at it. Something big, so the sniff-sniff is audible even through it. Hmmmmm.]

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[feckinboomstick]

[He hears that sniffing at the door, the prior thump at the roof. His gun is in the other room, which means getting up and going for it. He doesn't seem to have a choice. With a soft groan, he forces himself up, another rattling wheeze escaping his lungs before he hauls for the gun.

Hopefully he'd get to it before whatever beast was outside the door got in.]

[Action]

[black_black_heart]

[There's suddenly a massive white tiger in the way. In the doorway. To the other room. How the hell? The twelve and a half foot long monstrosity of a cat sniff-sniffs again, ears flicking forward. Oh, this guy! The guy who claimed to deal with Faeries!]

[But he smells like sickness. Tannusen's ears rotate back a bit. Hmm. One of the only humans he's met on the comm system who didn't prattle off stupid things about the Fae, he can't let that little spark of intelligence snuff out!]

[Unfortunately, in this form, he also can't really talk. Can he duck around the corner and change back? Yes, he totally can. Does he? Nahhh. Not yet, anyway. He wants to see how this Fae-dealing priest deals with a teleporting tiger. Cats are, after all, total dicks.]

[02crusnikabel]

Goodness, are you still sick? You sound dreadful. I don't suppose you want some Christmas sweaters? I have some to spare if you're cold.

[They're actually the ugly ones that magically appears in everyone's closest last weekend, as announced in the last issue of the Genessia newspaper.]

[feckinboomstick]

Ye bring me any of those cursed sweaters, I'll haunt ye till the day ye die.

[02crusnikabel]

But wait, if you're a ghost, then...um...

[Oh God, Cassian the ghost? Scary!]

Yeah, okay, nevermind.

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[firefandance]

I know everyone has already said you don't look so good, so I'll just say if you need help or anything?

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[feckinboomstick]

Rum.

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[firefandance]

You need rum? How does alcohol help?