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[Souji hasn't been around much in the last few weeks. He's been on the communicator, but he missed the flood. He's been stuck in a Dr.-Cox-mandated quarantine the past 10 days, with nothing to do but figuring out the communicator and sleeping. Needless to say, he's glad to be out.
He doesn't look a lot better than before-- there are still dark circles under his eyes and his skin is too pale. But his voice doesn't sound half as rough, and the energy in his voice is more genuine than it has been for a while.]
Ah, everyone's been so busy lately! I'm sorry I missed it! I listened to the doctor and stayed in, and I feel much better, now. And right on time, huh? [he looks down at a paper on which he wrote down the name of his new warden.] Mister Vergil Sparda? I think we should meet!
[Open spam]
[Souji's lungs are clearer than they've been for a long time. When he coughs, now, there's no more blood, and the relief of that is dizzying. He's not sure what he'll do with his deal, now-- there's little chance of him dying in bed, now that his disease is gone. But he came here to help someone, and he'll see that through.
He figures he has a better chance of doing so if he buffs up a little, though. So he'll be in the gym for as long as he can be. He uses a wooden dummy sword to practice kata, the weight of it allowing him to keep it up for longer than his own sword would have. He heads over to the dining hall after cleaning up, and makes a final stop at the infirmary for his daily medicine and check-up.]
He doesn't look a lot better than before-- there are still dark circles under his eyes and his skin is too pale. But his voice doesn't sound half as rough, and the energy in his voice is more genuine than it has been for a while.]
Ah, everyone's been so busy lately! I'm sorry I missed it! I listened to the doctor and stayed in, and I feel much better, now. And right on time, huh? [he looks down at a paper on which he wrote down the name of his new warden.] Mister Vergil Sparda? I think we should meet!
[Open spam]
[Souji's lungs are clearer than they've been for a long time. When he coughs, now, there's no more blood, and the relief of that is dizzying. He's not sure what he'll do with his deal, now-- there's little chance of him dying in bed, now that his disease is gone. But he came here to help someone, and he'll see that through.
He figures he has a better chance of doing so if he buffs up a little, though. So he'll be in the gym for as long as he can be. He uses a wooden dummy sword to practice kata, the weight of it allowing him to keep it up for longer than his own sword would have. He heads over to the dining hall after cleaning up, and makes a final stop at the infirmary for his daily medicine and check-up.]
