Harbinger of death from the world of witchcraft

[wavesoakedlegs]

Who: The crew of the Koumyou.
Where: Isla Empieza; maybe out on the ocean later?
When: From the 11th until the 17th.
What: The cursed, the uncursed and the influence of That Voice.
Warnings: Violence and general unpleasantness.
Style: Any!
Status: Mostly closed to the Koumyou; ask if you think you could get involved?


1. Strangeness begins
2. A Special Meal

Comments

[behisstrength]

[Motochika nonetheless answers.]

Yes.

[The rub of Mitsuhide's hand on his back is comforting, even if it cannot counter this sudden onset of illness. Almost as if to make a point, Motochika leans forward and throws up again. Once done, he presses his forehead against the wood of the rail. His head is starting to pound.]

[wavesoakedlegs]

[That makes Mitsuhide's concern grow much deeper very quickly. He can feel something like fear beginning to creep its way into his chest; this has come on very quickly and too violently for it to be merely down to the type of food they ate.]

Food simply not agreeing with you should not cause this dramatic an effect.

[Mitsuhide stops rubbing Motochika's back and instead wraps his arm around the other man in order to give him proper support. He isn't quite sure what to do, but he has to do something.]

Do you wish to remain here, or should we take you inside? I can find a bucket if you fear you will vomit again...

[behisstrength]

[Motochika is beginning to think that Mitsuhide is right -- it's not just his stomach, but his gut that is churning worryingly. He pushes off of the railing, momentarily closing his eyes, before he leans a little into Mitsuhide's support.]

Let us go inside. [He says calmly, but soberly. Shipwide morale is a concern.] I will need that bucket.

[wavesoakedlegs]

[Motochika's skin feels a little cool, Mitsuhide notes, as he holds onto his lover firmly and guides him inside. He says nothing that is not a reassurance until they reach the Captain's room; not letting go of his lover until they are at the side of their shared bed, Mitsuhide raises one hand to touch Motochika's forehead before sighing softly.]

[His concern is etched deeply into his features.]

My Lord... [Mitsuhide murmurs.] Please, sit.

[With that he turns and almost runs out of the room, eager to find that bucket and return as soon as possible. It doesn't take too long; a mere few minutes later Mitsuhide is back. He closes the door behind him and walks over, placing the bucket down before taking a seat on the bed and folding his hands in his lap.]

[behisstrength]

[Motochika sits on the bed and closes his eyes as he breathes steadily, waiting in vain for the rising feeling of sickness to settle. At the sound of Mitsuhide's return he opens his eyes, and once Mitsuhide takes a seat, he reaches out to take one of his lovers folded hands into his own.]

Mitsuhide...

[He murmurs, before he lies back onto the bed. He sighs heavily and lifts his free hand to press his face. A tingling sensation is starting to spread there, and his mouth is beginning to burn.]