I'm liking Arsenio all sick and confused, so yeah. He's minorly ill, and it comes and goes, but, right now, it's pretty bad for 'im. Have fun? Maximum of two others; set in the Hickory Stream Woods.

i've got nothin' but problems

He still couldn't figure it out — why was he still feeling so... weird? Often he'd sit down to rest or think or whatever and, when he'd rise, he'd feel a sudden explosion of a headache and, a few seconds later, a wave of wooziness and light-headedness. He was baffled by it, though probably only because he was sick. He might've not fully understood in his befuddled state, but, in his adventures through the Salvajes Valley, he must've injested some of the water from the Cascades or around the general area which, unfortunately, resulted in illness for the young Medic.

But, for right now, he would live in his own illusionary bliss of being the hero of the Valley. He was running with an odd gait — a sort of lumbering gallop — imaginging the wolves of the packs flocking to him, cheering him on as his puppy buddies rushed out and joined in to take the praise. They had found the cure, in his little daydream. The puppies had actually triuphed over the adults, haha! Arsenio laughed in reality, his golden eyes flashing with a strange look of false victory and joy. He really thought it was happening.

"I' was nothin', nothin'!" he proclaimed, smiling broadly and slowing to a halt, swaying slightly. "'Course th' puppies woul' fin' it, jus' 'cause we're tha' grea'!" He took a few jumps foward, coming dangerously close to falling over a fallen tree limb in the process. Yelping slightly in suprise, he only retained a blissfully innocent face and kicked at the branch, continouing on his merry way.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm th' 'ero." he said as a few more faceless wolves congratulated him. He smiled, flashing white teeth, and then continoued on. And, eventually, he kept walking on and on until the wolves were no more. He assumed that they had left to go on with their lives, leaving him rather dejected-looking. "Yeah, well... I've go' betta' things t'do too."

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This's gonna be great. xD And thanks - I'm rather fond of it myself. :D And the last paragraph of this post was... yeah. XD

i've got nothin' but problems

The biggest question in the equation was: How long had the water been contaminated? For for all they know, Arsenio could've injested the tainted water back months ago, when he had left to go play tag in the spring-swollen Lake or to go clean off after a journey in the Forbidden Swamp with his mom and brother. The water could've even trickled down into the drinking streams of the foothills at the bottom of the Mountains! So, really, Arsenio could've at any time gotten sick, even though he didn't totally realize it.

His name was bellowed so loud, it made his head spin. Turning along with his whirring mind, he saw an oncoming figure racing toward him, once again calling to wait up. Squinting, Arsenio then realized that it was his bestest friend in the whole world Chogan. Smiling broadly, he stood and wobbled over to meet up with the Fielder, his tounge lolling lazily out of the corner of his mouth and his eyes swirling with bland happiness. "Choooogannnn." he greeted, almost stumbling into a halt. "You hearrr? We founnd the currrree!" He didn't really know why he was stretching the words - probably just to make the emphasis more and more or something.

His eyes resumed utmost happiness as he realized that, in their 'finding of the cure', they had also saved Chena. His little sister would be well again, what a positively wonderful thought that was... So great. They would be able to play agian and be the Novian Royal Army... yeah. It was so great. And Taigi, he chuckled. Taigi would be all happy... because... yeah.

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I suppose ought to be finishing up BWP threads. :/ Another two rounds maybe? Sorry for holding us up.

”No, 'senio...is no crow there,” Chogan murmured, pressing up close to his loony playmate in hopes that his own soundness of mind would cross to Arsenio's bloodstream. A wide, psychotic smile stretched his friend's lips, and Chogan decided it was no use – the only thing that would stop this madness was the cure or the progression of the disease to another phase. Or, if the Novian's immune system was up for it, eradication of the disease from his system. Chogan hoped this was what would happen, and raised his gaze to meet Chehalis' fiery eyes once more.

”I been doin' so too..me 'n Fei gots a farm, though,” His pride and joy, in fact, the first invention born from his twisted thoughts that actually looked as though it might be working. The Strawberry felt a swell of pride as he went on to explain, ”We puts rabbi's and things in there and feeds them thin's tha' look like cures. If they dies...then it no work. They dies fast, though,” he added glumly.

Arsenio returned Chehalis' gaze. His eyeline was slightly murky, and his vision blurred and, in some sircumstances, doubled. His mind was completely muddled, and he could hardly think straight. His temples pounded with a vicious headache as his body struggled for control, and he frowned unsteadily and wavered, shaking his head drearily. "No, no' crow, crawd." he enunciated, referring to the imaginary gathering of wolves that had been there such a short time ago. Arsenio frowned. Had they not seen them? Hell, they'd been in the crowd!

Only mildly swayed by the presense of his good friend at his side, Arsenio looked confusedly at Chogan as he started on about something about February and a farm. Arsenio didn't know what a farm was, but he did know Fei (he had, in another sickened daze, mistaken the girl for Tantamount), and he tried to stick things together in his jumbled brain. The last statement felt rather strange to Arsenio, and he mumbled a quick, "Now y'killin' rabbits, Chogan? Ah dinn' know y'weres a killa'." Clearly, he had forgotten their conquest to kill the zombie rabbit way back when.

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