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[justiceerror]

[...It seems as though someone that is not accustomed to such illnesses has come down with a nasty flu. The last couple of days he's just stayed in his room, tried to get warm with the blankets around him but it was no use. He didn't understand, he wasn't supposed to get sick.... can one that was never meant to exist even get sick?

On this particular day it's the same, but... something is definitely off about him.]

If anyone is in need of some assistance due to this.... [ah, what's a good word for it?] ...epidemic, tell me and I will help in any way possible.

[Wait, this wasn't right, he's completely evil and yet he's wanting to help people? Strange!]

Do not be afraid to ask, I'll do whatever I can.... [even though he's sick himself.]

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[blackwitch]

[ .. The tower. That's right, didn't she talk about that with someone here already? The illness probably wasn't natural, but something the people in charge here did.. so that's why they managed to get him sick? But what does him being sick have anything to do with him suddenly being helpful? Are they even capable of changing that about people..?

Tch. If that's true, then who do they think they are, messing with her furniture..?! ]

And you can't stop it? You know that isn't like you, right?!

[justiceerror]

[He doesn't realize it's not like him, he just has this desire for certain things right now.]

...Do you really think so? How interesting....

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[blackwitch]

[ It's.. frustrating, so frustrating. Like this, he's useless to her, right?! She isn't going to just let them take away her furniture like this! But even more than that-- .. he.. understood her, right..? She doesn't like to admit it, even to herself, but.. The only person who came close to doing that, and yet now he's..

For the briefest moment, her expression drops. ]

[blackwitch]

[ But then she switches back again, angry-- practically snarling, really. ]

If you're going to be like that, then you might as well give up and die..!! [ It's almost unusually aggravated, even by her standards. ]

[justiceerror]

[even while she yells he can't really move, he stays where he is, sitting upright on that bed of his with the blankets around him.]

...I can die after I've helped people get better. [another shudder escapes him.]

[blackwitch]

[ She's still fuming. There probably isn't anything that can calm her down right now, honestly.. ]

At this rate you'll die before that even happens! Idiot, moron!

[justiceerror]

[....What.... what's wrong with her right now?]

My master.... what is it?

[blackwitch]

What is it..?! Isn't that obvious?! [ Well, of course it is to her, but he wouldn't notice since the illness changed the way he thinks.. ]

What kind of use would a witch have for furniture that just goes around helping everyone out?

[ Okay, that's covering the real issue up a little, but.. if there's anything Evatrice is, it's that she's covering things up all the time. ]

[justiceerror]

[..he just...

....slowly falls over now so he's laying on his side.... uuu....]

My... apologies... [oh god so sick.]

[blackwitch]

[ ....

Well, this is the most pathetic display she's ever seen, that's for sure. And if it were any other furniture - the stakes, the siestas - she would just have left them like this, heck, she probably would have been the one to give them an extra kick while they're down. But there's something different about him, someone so very much like her - something more evil born from one of those family members - and someone who understood, so..

...

Ugh. She can't even believe she's doing this.

With a wave of her staff, an extra thick blanket falls over his shoulders out of nowhere. She doesn't say anything or explain though, she instead just frowns. ]

[justiceerror]

[....?

What's this? His master is showing some kindness? Battler is still shivering, but through it all he opens his eyes and looks at her from his position on the bed.]

Ah.... Beatrice? [he's just a little confused, that's why he's questioning her.]

[blackwitch]

What is it?

[ A little curt, since she's sort of embarassed over all this, even if it mostly shows as just annoyance. She honestly doesn't fully get it either, especially not in any way she'd like to admit. ]

[justiceerror]

[Oh just... nothing Evatrice *u* Battler merely moves to grab the blanket and bring it around him tighter as she shakes.]

...I didn't think I was capable of getting sick either.

[blackwitch]

[ Just better be grateful to your master for being so full of mercy this time!! BT ]

Of course you're not. Furniture can't get sick, it's ridiculous. [ So that's the kind of power they have, huh? Changing things that aren't in the nature of Furniture, kidnapping even Endless Witches to this place.. ]

They must've done something special to you, but I'll teach them to not mess with what belongs to me..! [ Yup, definitely some wrath in that last sentence again. Although not directed at him this time. ]

[justiceerror]

You might.... want to get away from me too...

[he coughs a little.] I might infect you.

[blackwitch]

Hah! An endless witch like me getting sick..? That would be the most lame joke I've ever heard!

[ aka she's too cocky, she thinks it won't get to her no matter what, even if he got it while he shouldn't be able to.. ]

[justiceerror]

[oh witchy....

But he merely nods, remaining quiet. Seems like he's just so sleepy...]

[blackwitch]

[ .. Yup, she notices. But since Evatrice is Evatrice, she just huffs lightly before turning on her heels. ]

We-ll, I guess I have no use for sick furniture either way. Come crawling back to me when you feel better, got it?! [ tsun?! ]