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*round 7

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[The first sensation you feel is a headache. It's brief, slicing, sharp. It passes soon after you wake up, but it is there nevertheless, and the pain is not easily forgotten. Perhaps your eyes also blur as if roused from a deep sleep; perhaps your tongue also feels off, like you swallowed a bug. It's not pleasant.

More unpleasant, though, is the second sensation that dawns on you all-this is not your bed. This, in fact, is unrecognizable. It is not anywhere you recall coming to, willingly or otherwise. It's a room with a bunk, and there is a strange smell in the air that is hard to ignore.

No, you are no longer home. Any possessions you may have had on you are gone, save your clothing and a strange watch you can't get off, no matter how hard you try. And when you run into the hallway, well-you might find yourself running into others who might be just as confused and scared as you are as the area around you slowly sways, up and down, left and right.

What is this place? Why are you here? Who are all these other people?

What is going on?]

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[Well, he was also wandering - and, well, it's hard to ignore a young woman who looks like she's about to cry, especially for an older Gentleman like himself.

So, of course, he'll come up to her looking very concerned.]

Are you -

[He pauses, before sighing and shaking his head.]

No, I suppose you're not alright, given our situation. Still, is there something I can possibly do for you, miss?

[This man is like a full head taller than her, and so she looks up at him when he approaches, gives a slightly watery smile, and shakes her head.]

No. Thank you, though, for asking. It's very kind of you.

I'm sorry, I've just... today has been... overwhelming.

Kind? No, no, not at all! I'm merely being polite!

[He gives her a smile in return, before nodding in understanding.]

Yes, of course. Waking up here, without any understanding of how you arrived...it'd be enough to upset anyone. ...Well, just about anyone, anyway!

[Since he seems...pretty calm and collected, all things considered.]

[She looks up at him, pale yet flushed and clearly overwhelmed, and then sits down in the nearest chair, feeling weak.]

I'm sorry. I probably should be... I'm... I'm worried about what it means, that I'm here.

[She has an extra bracelet on her other wrist, a red one with a number 6 that, other than color, is nearly identical to the gray one that matches his. Isn't that interesting?]

And this is the second time this has happened to me. What if something happens again? I've run out of wrists...

[She's just got a fever and today has been a Lot it has been a Whole Lot.]

But you're wrong. Maybe you were only being polite, but that can be kind as well.

[Oh Geeze he didn't even notice her condition - he'd just thought she was upset. That concern comes back as he takes off one of his black gloves, pressing a hand with ink-stained fingertips to her forehead without a second thought.]

My dear, you're practically burning up! Here, allow me to get you to the infirmary!

[He still does take note of what she said before she sat, but he can ask about it once she's resting and calm.]

At the very least, there should be some Paracetamol. Here - can you stand? I would normally be able to lift you, but I fear I'm no good for that now.

[She is much hotter than she should be, and is feeling rather wobbly.]

I'll be all right. There's more important things to worry about right now, right? And I don't want to impose on you.

Miss, I insist.

[He's not put off by her protests - heck, she's practically following what well-to-do women in his day would do when they were feeling faint or feverish. He places his hand out to her, putting his glove back on.]

At the very least, this will help soothe my own worries - getting you to a safer location to rest, that is.

[She stumbles a little when she tries to stand, and ends up leaning on his hand rather heavily, but in the end she manages to get her legs under her, though they're trembling like a newborn fawn.]

Sorry. This... happens sometimes, I'll... I'll feel better soon.

[....

If only he were a bit more sure of his current strength...but he knows he didn't have the strength to carry her weight when he was alive, and he'd rather not make a fool of himself.]

Please, don't worry in the slightest. Pardon me -

[He gently grabs the arm closest to him, leaning down to sweep said arm over his shoulders.

....This is going to hurt his back oh god. But he'll tough it out!]

- There we are! Thankfully, we won't have to travel down a flight of stairs!

Shall we be off, my dear?

[She makes a little noise of surprise as he lifts her up, and almost asks again if he's sure but... really it's beginning to feel almost rude to keep protesting.]

All right. If... if you're sure.

Thank you.

A gentleman never leaves a lady in need, after all!

[It would be a bit rude, maybe, but also still in line with what he's used to.

Off they go - Archer making sure to keep a pace she can keep up with, though thankfully it's not hurting his back as much as he thought it might. It helps she's on the lighter side, honestly.]

Nearly there! Just a few more steps!

It's still very kind of you.

[She says it with a little smile, and you can hear it in her voice.]

Even if you're only being polite.

[He chuckles warmly at her bringing up what he'd said earlier.]

Now now, no need to ruin my reputation! I'll have you know I'm quite the black-hearted devil!

[Thankfully, the infimary is just a few steps off, so they get in the infirmary without much issue, and he makes sure to carefully bring her to the bed in the center and stay nearby while she's getting on so she doesn't stumble or fall.]

[That makes her giggle]

Oh? So a gentleman would contradict a lady, then?

[He's very gentle with her, and she lies back where he lays her, feeling feverish and weak and dizzy, even if it is nice to have some new company, and to have met someone like this.]

Not a contradiction! Merely a gentle correction!

[He straightens up - and then gives a minor grunt, placing his hand on his back with a wince.]

Ah, the indignities of age....no matter! Let me look around, and see if I can find something to help with that fever.

I'm sorry for troubling you like this....

[She is still very weak, but watches him with no small part of concern as he winces, eyes still too bright with fever but also now with worry.]

You didn't hurt yourself, did you?

[He waves off her concern casually, already checking the cabinets for what he needs.]

As I said - the indignities of old age, nothing more. Once you get to my age, your back begins to complain every so-often! I'll be fine, my dear,

Ah, here it is.

[HE HAS FOUND THE TYLENOL, PRAISE BE. He hands her a pill, holding up a finger.]

As these aren't chewable, I'll be right back with a glass of water.

[She accepts the medication with a little smile]

I appreciate it, sir.

Appreciation accepted - though I've not been knighted, you see.

[A joke, because of the 'sir' thing.]

You may call me Archer, my dear. It's not my True Name, but...

[He trails off, since she seems to be a worrier, and going 'lmao I can't remember my goddamn name' probably wouldn't help in that regard.]

[She shakes her head a little, smiling faintly at the commentary, and somewhat misunderstanding it. Maybe she would have been worried, so maybe that's just as well.]

No, it's wise. We don't know how much Zero really knows about us yet. That's what....

Call me Violet. It's not my real name either, but for now maybe it's best. Until we know more.

Violet, then.

[He nods.]

I have to admit, it does fit. I always did enjoy seeing them bloom in early spring - the flower, that is.

[Oh my god Archer, don't reminice!!]

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