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fifth scripture. [ anonymous text | september 20th ]

...Is this what it is like to be a human? To be slowly torn down by something that might kill you, yet still have the drive to continue?

I thought it would be a bit more fun than this, but I have been proven wrong before...

I am sorry for doubting your kind. I am even more sorry for doubting your strength when I did.

Hopefully we can...switch soon...

[ Those around can find her crouching down to sit on the floor with her hand occasionally petting Einstein as it's evident the dog is worried over his owner. Soon, her other hand will raise to cover her mouth as she coughs and welp, there's blood.

She was just so tired of suffering. Suffering in her body, suffering in her mind, suffering while even in this body. ]

I will be fine, Einstein. Please do not worry.

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Not entirely this severe, but... all human life is finite.

Are you alright, though?

- Narukami

We will not die from this, correct?

I will be when I am sure I will not hurt the body I am in. This feels so very wrong.

- Sertoria

Not if we have anything to say about it. ['I'm not giving up just yet. We've trumped Jason before.']

...Sertoria, where are you? Would you like some company?

-Narukami

Good. Very good.

Nineteenth floor and if you would not mind.

- Sertoria

The human body is weak, but the spirit is strong. Even thought your body might be ravaged by disease, your soul is surely being comforted by God.

[As soon as this is texted, Lancer gets a strange look on her face. What the hell did she just write.]

[ Whoa, wait, what the hell - that sounded vaguely like what Joshua would say.

So, please excuse her as she tries to figure out a response. ]

...Joshua? Did they bring you to the tower, too?

Fuck. sorry about that last text. didn't know what i was saying.

and sorry. not joshua.

I'll be right there.

-Narukami

[...Well, as fast as he could climb from the 3rd floor. He'd seen fit to isolate himself somewhat since the memories started getting worse, but... friends came first.

So about ten minutes later (fuck you stairs I want my body back and not to be coughing up a lung when I exert 'myself'), he appears on the 19th floor.]

...Sertoria?

[ Sertoria would have holed herself away, but she knew it was better to try to work out a problem. Another coughing spell identifies her current location before she forces herself to her feet. ]

I am here.

[ She's in Doc's casual clothes with the radiation suit over them. There's a bloodied rag tucked into a pocket with Einstein being protective over "Doc". ]

Sorry for the appearance.

It is...fine. I should know better than to get my hopes up.

I am Sertoria Cani. Who are you?

Do not despair. Surely Divine Providence will guide him to you in due time as long as you have faith.

I am Lancer.

sertoria where are you

~~where's saber~~

sorry i don't know why i said that

Divine Providence, huh? Well, have you seen or heard anything from him to believe he's there?

... I mean.

Damn, I am sorry.

Nineteenth floor.

Don't worry, I'm sure we can fix this! We'll get you to this Saber person quickly!

I don't know anybody named Saber. Except I do. I don't know what's going on.

It's Labrys. I'm on my way there.

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Just as I don't know anyone named Clara or Marty, but yet, I do. As Marty would say, "this is heavy."

--Er, I mean.

Yes, okay! I will be right here.

[She seemed to balance on Hakuno's feet far easier as she sprinted to the nineteenth floor--except she was out of breath when she got there. Right. That was a thing that could happen.]

[ Sertoria hasn't budged much, but there's a small splattering of blood on the floor and in to a bloodied rag in her--his?--radiation suit. She was walking around the library, occasionally leaning against a wall or a shelf to recollect her breath.

She'll wave once Labrys is here and tries to work through her memory overload right now. ]

Labrys...?

Uh--y-yeah. I think so.

[Labrys (?) coughed herself, making a note to apologize to Hakuno for the small bloodstain on her sleeve. Wait, wasn't she Hakuno? No, that wasn't right...was it?]

Thank you for coming. It's appreciated -- er, it is appreciated. Why do I speak like that anyway?

[ "Doc" scratched his head in thought at that. No, she was Sertoria. Sertoria. Not Doc. Doc was in her body. ]

...Anyway, how are you feeling?

I think I'm starting to talk strangely too.

[It was starting to seem like she only had an accent when she remembered to have one.]

I don't know. I'm...my head hurts. That's never happened before, not like this.

Seen a number of gods in my lifetime. Girl i'm currently in saw what she thinks is the God. So yeah, there's definitely something out there. You don't have to like it though

Mine hurts too, but it's weird. I was never designed to have nerve receptors-- wait, who am I kidding? Of course humans experience pain! It's when we know to not touch the burning fire!

[ She'll bring a hand to her head and smack it as if telling herself? that was a tried and proven fact. ]

...I fear the worst if we're permanently stuck in these forms.

I was, but...I ain't ever had a headache like this for no reason.

No, no, you see - debating whether or not there's a god out there is fun and not to mention challenging! Why limit it just to one god, huh?

... Crap, I normally do not say these things.

Maybe I did have them long ago... Huh, I should look into this.

Don't worry. All this shit about God ain't usually in my vocabulary either.

Maybe it's some effect of this body switch.

I am beginning to find this out. Why, today I dreamed I was in Hill Valley, but I've never been there before!

I'm Irish, but I keep on thinking about France. Don't dream because I don't sleep much.

[Yu shakes his head, approaching her carefully before doing his best not to just sit down heavily since this body really is not used to much physical exertion. Adding more to the mix with the coughing spells, and it's even worse.]

Don't worry about it. A lot of us are the same right now.

[he coughs into his own rag, ignoring the spot of red on it now. He isn't nearly as bad yet, but still...]

H-how are you holding up?

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