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[swordsitter]

Who: swordhaus + cr
When: throughout april
Where: the three apartments swordhaus uses..
What: april catch-all
Rating/Warning: probably nothing, but i'll edit as necessary.

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[ sword mafia at home. ]

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LORD.......... ota

[swordsitter]

[ over the course of the past week or so, haru has begun looking worse and worse. he's not the only one in the swordhaus apartments with similar symptoms, much to his alarm, but it's noticeable in haru because it's actually obviously, visibly affecting his ability to get anything done.

at this point, he's curled in a tiny ball on the couch. he hasn't bothered to change out of his oversized pajamas yet, and he's wrapped in a blanket, looking distinctly ill and miserable. there's a cup of tea in front of him, but nothing to eat-- he hasn't even been able to make meals for anyone today. he's actually kind of nauseous.

.. ugh, this sucks. ]

ugh haru why are you so pure

[gravesite]

[ unlike haru, tsurumaru has been feeling perfectly fine this past week! he doesn't understand why so many others are suffering! but with that being said, it's not as if he hasn't noticed what's been going on — slowly, more and more of their swordhaus residents had started looking, well... a lot like the way haru is looking now: curled up, pale, and miserable. so he crouches down next to the couch, peering at him with curiosity, rather than concern.

it's not that he isn't concerned, maybe... probably... anyway, even though haru isn't a sword, swords can't catch diseases, right? ]

Haru, what's wrong? Where's dinner? [ look at his A+ priorities... ]

ugh tsuru why are you so impure

[swordsitter]

[ ugh the trouble is that haru feels Incredibly Guilty about not getting his chores done, too, so tsurumaru's question earns a duck of his head into his blankets. ]

.. Sorry, Tsuru-san.. I don't know if I can make dinner today.

[ he's clearly going to try, though!! he shifts to the edge of the couch, slowly putting his feet down and then rising unsteadily. for a moment or two, he just sways a little, dizzy and exhausted and feeling weirdly feverish, pulling his blanket tighter around himself as he focuses past tsurumaru toward the kitchen.

has it ever looked so far away before..? still, it's just a matter of putting one foot in front of the other, right? he's been sick before and done chores. he had to take care of his siblings before he had swords, after all. ]

ugh haru it's just how i am :)

[gravesite]

[ tsurumaru feels less bad about guilting haru than the rest of the swords would, because the other swords love haru enough for all of them, while he's still not entirely convinced that haru is not, in fact, a treasure plunderer. despite all of that, though, his suspicion of haru doesn't run deep enough to want to see him struggle when he should be resting. ]

Wait— [ an abrupt pause, as he grabs at the blanket to stop haru. ] I was just kidding, don't do that.

[ but even as he speaks, he sounds oddly serious, for once — a mix of concern and how to be concerned and why am i even concerned— ]

If you strain yourself like that, you'll die.

ugh..........

[swordsitter]

[ even that small grab nearly sets haru off-balance, and he has to duck down to balance himself on the couch for a moment, vision swimming dizzily. ]

I-- [ he blinks slowly at tsurumaru, seeming confused and maybe the tiniest bit upset. he hates this. he hates feeling helpless, he hates that he can't do what he needs to do, he hates that he's so pathetic that even tsurumaru stopped him.

he takes a trembling breath, tightening the blanket around his shoulders, gaze ducking to his bare toes. ] I'm.. supposed to take care of you all.

[spes_phthisica]

[Souji isn't nearly as affected as Haru, because while he's genuinely kindhearted and generous at heart, he's also amoral and ruthlessly pragmatic. This hardly matters, however, since the sickness is hitting him on top of his previously faltering health, meaning he still feels absolutely miserable.

Nonetheless, when he comes padding into the room with a blanket wrapped around him to keep down the feverish shaking, finding Haru there in such a state... well, his first priorities aren't exactly his own problems. Dragging himself over to Haru's side, he reaches down and gently brushes the younger man's fringe away from his face, giving him a worried look.]

Should I get you something? You really don't look well. [Says Souji.]

[swordsitter]

[ haru stares blearily up at souji, blinking a little dazedly as he waits for the question to make sense. he feels like his brain's so much mush lately. .. finally, though, he shakes his head a little, shuffling over on the couch to make room for souji.

when and if the older man settles, haru just tucks himself into his side. ]

.. Did you take your medicine..?

[ after all, even if they can't fix this whatever-it-is, they can at least keep souji's other health issues under control.. or try to. ]

[spes_phthisica]

[Souji sets down the bottle of water he's carrying along with him on the sofa table, along with a bag of cough drops for what little good they do. At least they feel soothing for his raw and aching throat, and that's something.

Then he sinks into the sofa next to Haru, wrapping a thin arm around the younger man and absently continuing to brush his hand through his hair. The fact that he doesn't really feel any cooler than his own feverish body is a bit worrying, to say the least.]

I did. Twice, because I tried to eat after like the doctors said, and... well, that didn't stay down. So I took it again. [He makes a small grimace. The faint nausea that started only recently combined with his own lack of appetite really isn't doing him any favors.]

I think I'm going to get by on popsicles and broth for a while.

[swordsitter]

Broth is good..

[ something with nutrients in it. souji still needs to put some weight back on. normally, haru would go make something right now for him; he can be pushy about the older man's health, after all. but.. he just can't bring himself to get up right now.

in a few minutes. he'll get up in a few minutes to go make it. that should be okay, right? he just needs a little while to get up his strength. ]

.. I think Ima-san was going to go shopping.. [ he feels guilty about it, but what can he do? there's no way he can go out like this. ]

[aslyfox]

[ Why is Kogitsunemaru not feeling sick? It's a mystery. Grandpas may be immune to this kind of illness, which is kind of a relief for Kogitsunemaru who hated feeling sick in the first place (a while ago, he had been exposed to a weird bug one while visiting Sayo). It didn't make him happy seeing his master or other swords come down with these sorts of ailments whatsoever.

Taking a seat next to the Harusphere, he stares at the cup of tea. ]

... how long has it since you made that? Do you need a new one?

[ Here's Kogi, happy to help out in some way. ]

[swordsitter]

[ haru blinks blearily at kogi, his nose, eyes, and the top of his head the only thing currently visible of him. for a moment or two, he can't find the energy to respond-- but at last, he simply shifts to tuck himself into the fox's side, eyes sliding shut. ]

.. No. I don't think I could keep anything down right now. ... Thank you, though.

[ he's quiet for a moment, soaking up the tachi's warmth, before making a muzzy, quiet noise. ]

I'm glad you're not getting sick..

[aslyfox]

[ Gently placing a hand on Haru's back, he gives his master the softest of rubs, not wanting to inadvertently cause any additional aches or pains. Granted, Haru has always looked small but he looks much more frail and delicate in this state. ]

It's odd. There are some of us that are affected and some of us that aren't. [ With that, the little fox tugs his saniwa closer to his side. ] Whatever protected me from this unknown illness, I wish I could offer to you.

[ A small sigh. ]

Is there anything I can do? Anything, big or small...

[swordsitter]

It's okay. I'd rather catch it than you guys..

[ after all, haru's been sick plenty of times. his swords, on the other hand, haven't had to experience this--much, at least--and the less they have to, the better. he's just sorry that any of them are as miserable as he is.

he goes a little boneless, partially out of exhaustion and partially simply grateful for the comfort, fingers sliding from his blanket to curl in kogi's clothes. ]

I wonder what the pattern is..?

haru is 3pure5us

[adornmental]

[Kashuu is also doing pretty dang well, all things considered. While he's not a bad person, he shares Souji's moral greyness and a lack of hesitation to spill blood, and that means he's just occasionally exhausted at most.

Which also means he's been doing a lot of checking up on everyone else, since they're sick and getting sicker and that's just no bueno. Haru might notice that Kashuu occasionally peeks into the room where he's seated and that the checks get more frequent until he eventually just scoots his way into the room. In his hands, there's a plate with some plain senbei and a piece of toast. He heard soup was good for sick people to eat, too, but he isn't sure he can make it himself and he doesn't want to leave long enough to pick some up... He hopes this will suffice for now.]

Hey, Haruji? I got you some food.

ugh someone corrupt him a little pls

[swordsitter]

[ he glances up tiredly, bare toes curling against the couch cushions. ] Oh.. [ his eyes drift to the plate, then the cooling cup of tea, then back up to kashuu. for a moment or two, it looks as if he's lost the thread of his thought, pale eyes glazed and a little confused. at last, though, he shakes his head slightly. ] .. I don't think I can keep it down.

[ though he appreciates the gesture, especially since he knows kashuu isn't much of a cook. he shifts over a little on the couch in invitation, then. ] .. Are you feeling okay..?

no he must stay Pure

[adornmental]

[THAT'S... a little worrying. Haru definitely seems to be one of the sickest people in the house right now, which is extra concerning considering he's one of the only humans, and humans are-- really fragile. He'll set the plate down next to the cup of tea anyway, and then takes the offer and sits next to Haru on the couch.]

I'm feeling fine, so don't worry, 'kay? [About him, at least. Clearly some other swords are in need of Help... He reaches forward after that, tugging the blanket a little more tightly around Haru's shoulder and rearranging the pillows around him to create some sort of couch nest.]

...Are you sure you can't eat anything? Not even a little?

no purity goes unpunished

[sacredstoneslicer]

[Ishikirimaru is bent over, with his gohei and an overcoat. He does not feel well himself, but the saniwa's health takes priority over everything.]

I have arrived... Please let me cut away your illness...

[Maybe if he feels better, it would cure the others as well.]

LORD....

[swordsitter]

[ what... it takes haru an embarrassingly long time to understand what's going on here, but then he just frees an arm from his blanket to reach out, hand curling in ishikirimaru's clothes and tugging him toward the couch. ]

Sorry, Ishiki-san.. it won't work. [ he's already tried other kinds of purification. ]

NO ONE WILL SAVE US

[sacredstoneslicer]

[Ishikirimaru sinks with the moment, collapsing into a pile of green near the couch, resting his head on the edge of the couch being held up by his gohei.]

What kind of curse is it... This plague...

[He is wishing for a tub of coolant.]

ugh haru

[horsepoop]

[The symptoms are what's brought Namazuo over to Haru's apartment in the first place. He's never had anything like a cold before, so even simple things like a runny nose and a sore throat are incredibly bizarre--and admittedly a little frightening. He knows Haru repaired him perfectly after the jungle incident, but he's come with his vessel, just in case. Surely it has to be damages, right?

But his own confusion is instantly replaced by concern. He sets his vessel on the table and kneels down, reaching out to brush Haru's hair from his face. His own nose is running again, but Namazuo doesn't even notice.]

Master? Are you hurt? Should I call a doctor?

ugh haru's sick babies

[swordsitter]

[ haru watches a little listlessly as namazuo approaches and kneels by him, blinking tiredly as his hair is brushed from his face. for a moment, he doesn't answer; but then, slowly, he uncurls himself enough to reach for a tissue, gently dabbing at namazuo's poor, doubtlessly sore nose. ]

I'm just sick. [ his voice isn't much above a thread, but he tries valiantly to look something like reassuring. ] .. I think a lot of us are sick.

[ he hesitates, then gently pats the space beside himself, handing namazuo the tissue and then wrapping himself back up again, trying not to shake. he can't decide if he's too hot or too cold, but he's not actually sure if he's running a fever. ] How're you feeling..?

burrows under haru's blanket and lays on his feet

[horsepoop]

[Namazuo sits, still and obedient, though he doesn't take his worried gaze off of Haru. They've been together less than a year, yes, but even the newest sword has to know about Haru's penchant for understatement--at least when it comes to things like this.

Taking the cue as an invitation, he climbs up onto the couch, tucking himself against Haru's side. The tissue he stuffs in his nose; it makes him look and sound ridiculous, but it works. And this way, his hands are free, something he makes use of almost immediately. Catching one of Haru's between them, he rubs gently, trying to warm his master's fingers. The joints of his own body have been oddly stiff, and if he can ease even a little of Haru's discomfort, he'll do what he can.]

Strange. [He answers honestly, seeing no reason to lie.] Like I've been damaged a little, but only this body. I didn't realize they could leak in so many places.

[He knows about tears and blood, but his experience with runny noses is minimal.]

[yaayaa]

[naki and fox have also been feeling pretty bad.....to the point that they just haven't been wanting to leave the nest, if they can help it.

but haruji's obviously not doing so well either, and that means naki's gotta help out and stuff, right? for haruji! for fox! for...something.....ugh he can't think straight.

he was headed...somewhere....just now, but seeing haru curled up on the couch like that, he. turns back around, grabs an armful of the random soft things that make up the foxnest, and slowly goes to bury the saniwa in them.

and then maybe let himself sorta collapse on the other end of the couch.

the fox might be somewhere in that armful he just dumped on you, too.]

[swordsitter]

[ haru doesn't really understand what's happening until he's suddenly buried in a bunch of blankets and cushions. what..?? he digs himself slowly out from under the pile, finding smallest fox under a pillow and curling the small fluffball in the crook of his arm as he peers out of a blanket at naki on the other end of the couch.

.. oh. he's more sick than he'd thought he was..

dragging one of the blankets, he shifts over next to the other spirit, curling next to him and gently depositing smallest fox in his lap as he wraps the blanket around all three of them. ]

.. Naki-san..?

[yaayaa]

[the smaller fox shifts a little when his name is called, slowly waving a hand at haru. "i'm fine! don't worry!" is the general meaning, though it might not be quite energetic enough to really get that across.

...still, he tries to sit a little more properly so it'll be easier for haru to blanket them, while smallest fox settles himself more comfortably.]

Are you doing alright, Master...?