mk.05 (text)

[paraclete]

Who: Kaworu Nagisa, anyone else!
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: his bunk, the Vanquish
When: this afternoon

Need advice for when one's body is trying to kill oneself

[Shipmates may notice how he hasn't left his bunk but a couple of times in the entirety of this past week. This means he's been of no use as an engineer, which is bad news considering this mysterious bug business. Even without that, he should at least be tending to the ship's overhead lights, which have been flickering on occasion... (The particularly astute might note that this seems to coincide with the muffled sounds of what could be... sneezes?)

But, alas, he is dying. He's pretty sure of it.]


(augment glitch = baby's first flu!)

Comments

[paraclete]

[He's too full of headaches and self-pity to be vague or pleasant about his answer, so here's a moment of bluntness, a rarity in his life: ]

I'm an Angel

I have a core

I don't need anything but that

[The texts come rapidly, only a second's pause between each of them. And even now it's not the proper truth: he needs his friend, he realizes now, to have a chance at surviving.]

[wolfehawke]

[Okay that answers literally nothing.]

An angel? I thought they were just made up for Wicked Grace cards.

[paraclete]

Humans thought Angels were part of their fairy tales. Messengers of their god and heralds of

[...]

What have you

[He doesn't feel well enough to try and remember what he knows about the Bible.]

Angels are just creatures

[wolfehawke]

Alright. Well, do normal human things for on you in general? If they do, then medicine should still help. There's things for coughs and fevers and the like.