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[Wrathion doesn't know how this happened. He had escaped the recent pandemic with barely a sniffle, which was no surprise to him--he was a dragon, after all; superior in fortitude and resistance, divinely crafted, nearly invincible. Yes, Exsilium was a sickly place, and yes, he did sometimes feel that rot trying to seep into him. Black dragons were creatures of earth: rock and soil and wood and the hot, molten depths that burned in the center of the planet. He is not directly connected to the health of this world, not as he was to Azeroth, but he keenly feels its plague all the same. Still, he should have been immune to it.

And yet.

Here he was, just days after returning from the beach, stuck with frustrated helplessness in his bed. He's sneezing, he's coughing, his head feels like somebody bashed it in and then replaced his brain with dust and cotton. And he's hot--uncomfortably, unnaturally hot.

Groaning, he scowls into his tablet. For once, Wrathion is just not in the mood for his usual front.]

What does a man have to do to get some medicine around here? I'm a prince, you know! I shouldn't have to go around begging for everything I need.

[He coughs violently--and maybe with a little more exaggeration than necessary--and his red eyes flare. He clears his throat and speaks through gritted teeth.]

What I mean to say is that I would be most grateful if one of you could make yourselves useful and bring me something for these terrible, horrible aches. And the congestion. And this truly awful cough!

[He goes in for another dramatic round of heaving.]

--and be quick about it. I'm really not used to wait-- [coughs] -- I mean, I'm in dire shape, here.

Thank you.

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[sithiche]

Prince of what?

[ eyebrow raise. ]

Unless it's Prince of the Toxic Sludgepits and Nuclear Wastelands, I don't think that title is gonna carry much weight around here.

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[SNARL.]

The black dragonflight! And it should. My blood is royal, no matter where I am.

[sithiche]

You don't look like a fucking dragon.

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[Wrathion leans over the tablet and scowls, showing a mouth full of sharp teeth. He shakes his -- clawed -- finger at the tablet.]

It's called shapeshifting, you rude creature. How would you like it if I assumed that you were an elf just because of your freakishly long ears?

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[thewhitepawn]

There's nothing wrong with asking nicely, instead of demanding.

[He's listening and watching poor Wrathion intently though, a thoughtful expression on his face.]

[indirection]

Please! Commoners need firm instruction. Surely you know that.

[thewhitepawn]

You're more likely to get help by asking nicely. They call it catching more flies with honey than vinegar.

[But hey, Wrathion did sorta kinda save him so uh...]

I can stop by with something, if you would like.

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[onblackwings]

Can't you cure that yourself? There must be a spell for it.

[ and if he doesn't know it, she's prepared to look so damn smug. she's already on the verge. ]

[indirection]

My skills are not for healing. They are for destruction.

[He coughs. Irritably.]

[onblackwings]

So are mine, but that hasn't stopped me from learning healing magic. It's not that hard.

[ MAYBE YOU'RE JUST NOT COOL ENOUGH TO PICK IT UP.......... ]

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[eyecontact]

There's a few people here that use magic to help...do you know any of them? I bet they'd be able to fix you up faster than medicine would.

[indirection]

I don't know; I can't be expected to remember everyone I've ever spoken to, can I? In any case, they should step forward.

[eyecontact]

They probably will. Don't worry. You'll feel better soon...

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[fintastic]

[ Feferi knows over-exaggerating royalty when she sees it, but she does still feel bad, based purely on the assumption that it's more bravado than anything else. ]

Can you tell me if you are feeling warm or cold?

[indirection]

Hot! Such a terrible, all-consuming heat ...

[He presses the back of his hand to his forehead and sighs miserably.]

[fintastic]

Where are you staying? I think I can make time for a hivecall.

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[payback]

Did you... tell anyone you needed medicine before now?

[indirection]

It's obvious.

[And people should be paying attention! Which people? ALL OF THEM.]

[payback]

Well, now it's obvious.

Go to the clinic!

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[mentore]

And a prince is incapable of moving himself?

[Seriously, you have a congestion, he rode out of a bombing with a gunshot wound and helped citizens to safety.

No excuses.]

[indirection]

A prince should not have to.

[All of that sounds like a personal problem to him!!]

[mentore]

[You have legs, use them.]

No one in this place is concerned with your title, messere.

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[dawningsun]

A prince who cannot aid himself? How would you expect a country to follow you?

[indirection]

Oh, I had many more followers than that.

[dawningsun]

And yet, here you are.

Prince of what, exactly?