scary: lucas

[turbulency]

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[faithkept]

[Maybe pick better gods to pray to and you too will be blessed...]

It's a stroke of luck I won't complain about, at least.

[As he clears his throat again, after confirming that he can't see his damn back at all so of course he has no idea what's going on back there.]

[turbulency]

[ snoops behind him ]

Do you normally have good luck?

[faithkept]

[i will give geto this, in that there is a projection of a word just above his shoulder blades that simply says cursed.]

I would say it's no more or less good than others.

[turbulency]

[ nyooms in on it nosily ]

Hm, well. It doesn't look like you're exempt, anyway.

[faithkept]

Oh, my... [TRIES TO LOOK OVER HIS SHOULDER AGAIN BUT HE CAN'T SEE SHIT.] Is something written there after all?

[turbulency]

[ bluntly, ] It says you're cursed.

[faithkept]

Oh! [OH OKAY.] I see... Well. I suppose so? My, how rude.

[These tattoos are picking a fight with him PERSONALLY??]

[turbulency]

... You don't seem that bothered.

[faithkept]

I assume that it must be referring to the curse of my home, which is troubling, but not as much of a bother for others to see.

[It could spell more embarrassing things instead like the 15 hidden kisses he is on the kiss counter.]

[turbulency]

[ o: ]

Your home is cursed?

[faithkept]

[Sometimes a wholeass island is cursed... Not infested with curses, just fuckin cursed.]

It is, yes. The curse affects everyone born there without fail, and will stay with them until their last day.

[turbulency]

What kind of curse is it?

[ interesting ]

Where did it come from?

[faithkept]

I'm afraid I don't have an answer for your second question, but it's a curse of the—

[WOW SPEAKING OF CURSES

Lucas just freezes up for a second and then rather abruptly turns to face away so he can start coughing into his closed fist like someone who's just walked into a smoky room.]

[turbulency]

[ LUCAS YOUR TB

His eyes go wide a moment, and he glances around like there's a biochemical attack that he just missed.

There's nothing, obviously, and he looks back at Lucas with a hand extended. ]

Are you okay? Want me to get you some water?

[faithkept]

[CAN YOU IMAGINE I'M JUST LIKE SURPRISE WE BOTH DIE W0 MONDAY!!

But no, nothing else is amiss here beyond Lucas himself coughing up a storm. He seems to try to get a word out but cannot with his coughing, so he just nods. YES WATER PLEASE.]

[turbulency]

[ well he doesn't have any water

but they have goblets in church for wine right?? grabs that... runs to baptism pool... WHICH IS RED WHY ]

... Sorry, this is all I have.

[faithkept]

[NOT THEIR SPOOKY FAINTLY RED BAPTISM WATER.

Well, beggars can't be choosers, so he'll reach out for the cup with a vague gesture with his opposite hand which is also now covered in blood. DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT he'll try to deal with these coughs enough to take a lil sippy of this fucking nasty water. The tiniest sip possible. Just enough to get his lungs to calm down.]

[turbulency]

[ I'M SORRY LUCAS Geto actually grimaces when he sips it because it's gross.

He wonders if he should pat Lucas' back or something, but he's really not touchy feely enough to bridge the gap. ]

I can get you some more. But I doubt you want to chug that down.

[faithkept]

[IT'S EVEN MORE GROSS TO BE DRINKING IT!!!!! But it's fine, his throat is clear(er), his crops are flourishing, his skin is glowing.]

—No, this is-- fine enough, thank you.

[Truly he took the babiest of sips and that is all, he doesn't want to catch diseases from this questionable water when he's already coughing up blood. BUT AT LEAST HE'S STOPPED!! After clearing his throat a few times, he sets the cup down and pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket to start cleaning the blood from his hand.]

My apologies...

[turbulency]

You sure?

[ Lucas are you contagious, he doesn't want to die like this. ]

Is that... normal?

[faithkept]

[yeah that's how i tpk the entire game

In any case, Geto can rest at ease! Because funny thing, this...]

...Yes. It's related to the curse I was speaking of.

[turbulency]

... It's an illness?

[ furrows his brows ]

[faithkept]

It's not contagious or spread in the way a cold is... It's something we're born with.

[HEREDITARY CURSE TB.]

[turbulency]

And there's no cure?

[faithkept]

Not for the curse itself.

[They have treatments, though! Become a Reliver, yippie!]