Have a daymare
They've found her.
Delira is twisting and turning, snarling at the shadowed bluebloods with grim faces that have her in their grip. Her horn stump is oozing, is dripping ichor and blood and infection, and it covers the floor, the ground, everything is flooding with the evidence of Sick and it has washed onto your shoes. You can see little claws of sticky pus and disgrace crawling up your legs, bright small stars of teal and red pain infection climbing up your limbs. You wrench your eyes to your side and you can see other shapes, other trolls stuck in the miasma. They're all standing there, unaware of how they have been ensnared, because you are the disease vector and they trusted you and they're going to die because only the tall adult bluebloods with their sharp faces and muscles are free from the infection and it is your fault, your fault, the stench of rot climbs higher and as you sink to your knees you can see your hands are covered in the thin little lines of infected arteries, you are compromised. You struggle to pull yourself up, to lift your feet from the suddenly swampy murk of disease at your feet and one comes free with a glorp-
-and Kamika pulled herself out to the rim of her recuperacoon, gasping for breath as the sopor glurped and pulled at her to return to its embrace and sleep, but the sound just makes the nausea worse. After dry hacking and heaving over the rim, with nothing but a thing string of saliva hanging from your mouth for her efforts, Kamika lay panting over the edge, before climbing out and heading for her shower.
Afterwards, hair limp and wet and everything smelling of minty bodywash, Kamika sat down and logged into Trollian.
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