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Who: Syrlya and You.
When: The first week of November.
Where: Caissa and job-related parts of Blanc.
What: Syrlya copes with the lingering forest illness and does his part to find a cure for the people still afflicted.
Rating: PG.


[Caissa]

[As it turns out, the corruption isn't actually fatal... which leaves Syrlya at two weeks of illness. He hasn't slept well, felt well, and most food don't even taste good anymore. Except meat.

It isn't as hard for him to ignore the constant craving of flesh, but it is uncomfortable and anything to stave off the desire helps. Which is why at almost all times he can be found chewing on jerky. With a whole bag in hand.

And if he catches another infected hero he offers them a piece of the dried meat as well.] Here. I find it helps.



[Alternatively, he's leaning over the edge of the railing, groaning and holding his neck. Trying not to be sick.]

[Job 1 - The Carbuncle]

[It's a relief to be in a forest that isn't rotting, and feeling the vibrant life of the trees almost makes Syrlya feel better--though he's wary about touching anything even with the enchanted ring. And gloves. Look, he'll just feel guilty if he spreads this disease to anyone.

He's wringing his hands as he walks around the forest for any sign of the Carbuncle...] Of course it won't be easy... I hope this works.

[He cups his hands around his mouth to amplify his voice as he laughs.] Ha... hahahaha!

[It doesn't sound even remotely genuine.]


[Job 2 - The Baby Tree]

A fairy tale... that is something that is not true, correct? A fanciful story?

[He looks aside to the other hero patiently awaiting access to the baby tree, furrowing his brow.] Just from my world and not my people, correct? Ah--would you happen to have a story like that to share?

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[hoasen]

[He chose a story that linked not just the heroics of a determined individuals who managed to band up to save the world, but also because of the illness that he and other suffers. A smile appears on her lips, and she nods.]

Everything can be fixed in the end.

[chronosynthesis]

[He smiles, though it's stained.] We can repair this forest as well and heal our people, so long as we do not give up hope.

[He looks among them.] Is that... a suitable story to retrieve one of your fruits.]

[hoasen]

[She knows that look, because he's in pain. A forest is in pain, and that is close enough to his kind. And then with him being ill...]

I believe so too. And it's a story that links with our quest, no? Can we have the fruit, please?

[Look at how she pleads! She looks over to the rest. They seem to be convinced...but how convinced are they really?!]

[chronosynthesis]

[Well, it wasn't a fairy tale... but for a group of people who shy away from magic so strongly, it's certainly fantastic. Lei allows them to pass, allotting them one fruit from the baby tree.

Syrlya grins and bows his head.] Thank you very much! It will be only a moment. [He smiles to Vietnam and gestures for her to follow before rushing into the garden.]

[hoasen]

[It was a great story, though! And fairy tales have their roots from legends, sometimes. This is the kind of success they needed. And so she quickly follows after Syrlya!]

Alright, now where is that tree...oh! There it is!

[She spots the tree with the strangely shaped fruits--]

It looks rather...detailed.

[chronosynthesis]

[He stands up on his toes and grabs the lowest-hanging fruit, plucking it off with a small bounce of the branch.

It's only when he has it that he looks at what Vietnam means about "details" and does a double take.] Er--

[He turns the fruit around so she can see it.] I suppose there is... a reason it is called a baby tree?

[hoasen]

[Thank goodness for him, because she wouldn't be able to reach!

And here she nods very slowly.]

It's...a little bit disturbing, no? I know this is for the mission, but imagine if we had that as a fruit normally. Having to bite into that...

[Good heavens.]

[chronosynthesis]

I'm... sure it tastes perfectly normal. [Is he going to try it, though? Not at all.

Instead he cradles the pear in his hands, securing it from the air and any accidental bumping.] I hope this will help everyone.

[hoasen]

[Nor does she, and she's usually good at trying out new foods. In this case, she wonders if it will scream--]

I do too. I am glad that we managed to secure one ingredient. I wonder exactly how they will use it. I suppose...alchemy?