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[hider=𖦭]STR [b][2][/b] | DEX [b][3][/b] | MAG [b][1][/b] | DEF [b][1][/b] | RES [b][1][/b] | AGI [b][3][/b] | LCK [b][4][/b]

[b]《 Luck of the Devil 》[/b]
[i]Fortune favours the foul. +3 LCK.[/i][/hider][sub][@Zeroth][@TheMushroomLord][@PKMNB0Y][/sub][/center]
[b]“Extra insurance?”[/b]

His voice rasped out, airway whistling audibly as he expelled breath. The high elf managed a grimace-like smile (or perhaps a smile-like grimace) as Meira lifted him up upon the bed once more. He dug his ankles against the hard mattress, pushing himself so he could at least prop his back against the wall, before twitching away reflexively when the catgirl adventurer returned to scrub the watery vomit off his face.  Strands of hair clung to his skin in the aftermath and Cassius reached out in a habitual motion to pull them away with his left hand.

But his fingers and hand did not respond even as the arm lifted up, and he stared at the mottled skin that peeked out from the bandages, the black veins that extended further beyond. The stare turned hard. He swapped hands; his right was still mobile, at least.

[b]“It’s fine. I chose to get involved.”[/b] Cassius frowned. It was stupid of him. Wouldn’t have been the first time he ignored a problem. Something as small as a wallet lost. Something as large as a hit-and-run he witnessed. And when he did, this happened. Why did he? [b]“It s-”[/b]

Whatever he would have said ended as his ears caught incoming footsteps, C emerging moments later. The young man looked uninjured, which was good. The Slime wasn’t with him, but judging by the ‘notification’ that had just popped up in the corner of his vision again, it looked like they had simply been left behind. But there was the question of food, wasn’t there?

[b]“Meira, my involvement should be worth a meal or three.”[/b] Cassius closed his eyes, trying to feel for just how much strength he had in his body. Could he even walk straight, as he was? The muscles in his legs flexed with conscious effort, and that motion alone strengthened the headache that had been throbbing in the background. He sagged further against the bed. Bound then. [b]“I won’t be able to keep anything down right now, but I’m sure C’d have more questions than I do that you could answer. Over dinner or something.”[/b]

He slid further down, until he was flat against the bed once more, eyes closed as if to end the conversation.

[b]“I’d appreciate it if you could come by with water later though.”[/b]

For now, Cassius would be content with just…settling back into his own thoughts.

Thoughts, such as why his awareness of that profane [i]thing[/i] only seemed to have increased in his muddled, post-injury state. They had locked it up. It had to be further than it was when it was in a garbage pile.

And yet, there it was still, his headache a throbbing compass needle guiding him to it.