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[puppy_lancer]

[The fatigue and the feeling of unease from after Lancer woke up following his death on the circus floor hadn't gone away with time. If anything, he just felt even worse. In addition, his feet felt strangely hard and heavy, a feeling that progressed as the day dragged on. Trying to eat and drink, if only to taste strange new foods for this month's menu outright burned his mouth. At this point, he could only conclude something was very wrong.]

[However, as a Servant, he wasn't supposed to be vulnerable to human diseases. This narrowed the cause of his current conditon to either an effect of the Tower's experiment for the month, or the effect of some curse. He just had to figure out which one.]

does anyone else in this tower feel like shit
like, kinda sick
always tired
legs sorta heavy
eating or drinking burns your mouth
anyone getting these effects?

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[puppy_lancer]

[He pushes himself away from the wall, takes a second to steady his steps, and reaches to give Tetra a pat on the head.]

I'm a hero. If anyone can take down Great Kings of Evil, then it's me.

[stop_calling_me_zelda]

[Ughhh, head patting. You're lucky she likes you, and that you're cursed, or she'd swat at your hands.]

You really think you can without the Master Sword?

[puppy_lancer]

I've got a cursed spear. That's even better, right?

[stop_calling_me_zelda]

Might be! I only ever heard stories about the Master Sword beating him, since it's the sword of evil's bane but... I don't think anyone ever tried with anything else!

[puppy_lancer]

Then it'll be a real eye-opener. Just wait for the good news, kid.

[stop_calling_me_zelda]

If yer sure, I'll trust ya!

[puppy_lancer]

[He nods, and then starts shuffling toward the elevators. He's gonna need to find a good place to work on breaking this curse.]