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 Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2025 7:23 pm
Scrubbing and scrubbing, Cameron had felt bad about using so much of the water but he wanted to try getting the sickness off of him. It just wouldn't go, though, and it had him worried just like the storm had him worried. This was big, that much he could tell, but it felt even bigger than when he'd helped others purge chaos from their world. Now because of the storm, chaos was leaking through the underwater city. It worried him, but he knew whatever was going on in the larger picture needed to be figured out first. With him still feeling sick, he wasn't sure exactly what he could do. He didn't understand the tech stuff like Daedalus did, so he couldn't help with the satellites, and he felt conflicted about helping the agents and senshi of chaos. They'd shown time and time again that they weren't trustworthy, but maybe things would be different considering what was going on. Peeking out from his room, he looked around to see if Miss Orah was home, calling out softly before going out into the kitchen to look for her. He still wore an extra cardigan to help cover the dark spots that peppered his skin from the pollution he'd been hit by, but at least the smell was gone, even if he felt weary and that usual pep in his step and posture were gone.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2025 7:14 pm
Orah turned at the soft voice calling her name, dark eyes moving from the night sky outside of the balcony doors to the low-lit interior. She'd only turned one lamp on, still in her scrubs from work, and there was a tightness around her eyes that said she was tired... both in body and mind.
"Cameron?" She called, eyebrows lifted. She gestured to him to come join her, shifting to make room for him so he had an equal view of outside. Far off lightning flickered in the dark, somewhere across the city. Natural or a sign of the coming monster? It was hard to stay. Both, maybe. Who knew?
Orah had been able to turn up very little in the way of information on what they faced, and that fact bothered her tremendously. Nothing in the databases on her planet had mentioned anything like it... likely her world had nothing to do with it the first time. She had a hard time believing it wasn't important enough to record. And then there was Caedus, and the way the others had spoken of giving him over to the Vanguard, if that's what it took to save their world. She still had too many thoughts about that whole situation and what she could personally do about it.
"Are you feeling okay?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2025 9:40 pm
Nodding slightly, his hair hung slightly in his face since he hadn't yet tied it back up into the usual style he had it in. Maybe after another round of showering and scrubbing, something he had been trying on and off with mixed results since he'd been to his planet. He cast a glance out through the doors, at the sky, and noticed the storm further away than it had been. It hadn't seemed normal for Earth, but he had only figured out what was going on after speaking with Daedalus. "Not really, it's worse than when that pollution got all over me when Miss Illyria and I were helping Daedalus with his planet. I thought I got it all off but... the spots are still on my skin." Rolling up one of his sleeves, the spots that he thought looked like mold almost stood out against his pale grey skin. "I went home, to see what was going on because of the storm. Everything is a mess, the wards are broken, I think. Water flooded everything, and I've been feeling sick since I went with a friend, Pleione." Rambling slightly since he still wasn't sure how to wrap his head around it all. With everything else going on here, that world-eater approaching, he wasn't sure if his problem was big enough to worry over now. He just thought maybe Orah might know something since she helped heal people. "I should be okay enough to help when things happen here, I like Earth, much more than my home, and I want to make sure I can do something to help out."
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2025 6:04 pm
Orah took Cameron's wrist gentle when he pulled back his sleeve and lifted it so she could inspect the spots on his normally pristine skin. She ran a thumb over them experimentally, unsurprised when she couldn't rub off the dark coloring.
Had this been a human, she might have said it was a stain that would wear off with time, but a being from Procyon? She truly had no idea how their bodies worked, for all that they seemed to work similarly to human bodies. It could be a rash or some other disease as easily as it could be a stain, or an allergic reaction like hives. A disease was maybe less likely, if he'd picked it up on his world. As far as she knew, that place was still as dead as the rest of the universe, and polluted with chaos besides. Could bacteria or viruses survive, when nothing else had?
More questions she didn't have the answer to.
"We can try looking through the records on Ida for anything about a disease like this, or anything about your people that might help me diagnose what's wrong, if it's not just a discoloration." She said gently as she released him. "In the mean time, if you're not feeling well, it's best to rest as much as you can and drink lots of water. And I guess maybe take a lot of baths, in your case, so you stay hydrated."
'When things happen...', well, either he'd be well enough to help or he wouldn't, and either way, the monster was still going to need to be dealt with. He could stay home if he chose, but she had a feeling he probably wouldn't. If they failed, staying home sick wouldn't have done him much good.
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