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Warning: This post treats the curse's subject in a half-serious manner. Parents are mentioned. Be careful if that squicks you!

[Leaving the house today may just be the worst idea Rin has ever had. But she's running out of rice, and you can't ever not have rice. As far as she's concerned. So even if the very new notion that the people all around her are looking quite... tasty today is making her sick through and through, she has to brave it. If she wants to have any hope of just stuffing herself full with the newly bought, fresh rice (think of the fragrant, white rice!) and -- not meat, vegetables, and tofu, that is filling and delicious -- then there is hardly a choice.

Thus today finds her walking down the street quite immersed in trying not to look too long at anyone, and to think of how awesome rice and tofu are, and to think many, many distracting thoughts. Which means that no, she is not at all looking where she's going. Hear, she's even humming a little song, which the device just so happens to record.]

Rain's falling, rain's falling,
mother's coming--

[No, not that one. Mother and today -- for a moment, she stands still with her hand pressed to her mouth to keep the bile down.

Nothing about people, then. What else -- flowers. Flowers are always good. Never mind how the heads they often often adorn look that much -- NO.]

Spring has come, spring has come, where has spring come?
It's come to the mountain, the village, the fields.

Flowers are blooming...

[And a click off.]

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[Raistlin was a master at blending into the shadows. At the moment, he was sitting at a bench, in the shade of tall buildings, his cowl drawn over his face. He had tried to explore the City without tiring himself, and as per usual, had noticed something wrong with its citizens. The deities certainly kept themselves busy.]

[His lip was curled into a scorn, hands tightening around the Staff of Magius. How disdainful those beings were! How he longed to overthrow them - to take their place. Soon. Soon . . .]

[He saw a girl walking towards him, wearing garb that he was unfamiliar with. She seemed to be singing a song - something about mother, before she seemed to be sick. He could be sick too. He wanted his mother back - or had wanted her back, a long time ago, when he was a younger man.]

[Now he was alone. Alone in his ambition. Just the way he had wanted to be.]

[And, 'scuse her, Rin will just be so very caught up in her concentration that she pretty much stumbles over Raistlin's feet. Yes, literally.

Which results in her trying to gain her balance and... landing on him, grabbing blindly at his clothing for hold.]

... errr.

[Now, see, magically, Raistlin could challenge the gods at any given moment. That was no lie. But physically, a leaf blowing in the wind could topple him over, and thus, with limbs akimbo, he fell onto her while trying to force her away.]

[Sputtering, he gathered his black robes about her and pushed himself away from her, coughing out onto the street.]

Control yourself - ! [He all but hissed.]

A-ah, I'm so--

[Ugh what was that smell why did man-musk suddenly equal "tasty" -- she had to fight down the sickness again and instead pushed herself away as well.

Once at a marginally safer distance, she could properly assess the situation. The situation being a coughing and rather frail-looking man before her.

Conflict of interests, get. Not that such a conflict quite like this should ever even exist.

Tentatively, she reached out a hand, more a gesture of sentiment than anything that would truly help. Her face showed clear chagrin.]

I'm sorry! Are you all right?

[He gave her a look of deepest disdain. He hated people touching him. It didn't help that she looked repulsive to him - he could see her flesh rotting away before his enchanted eyes, aging, just as everything around them crumbled to dust if he looked too long.]

I'm fine! I don't need your help -

[But then, he started coughing once again, blood flecking his lips. He was glad that his hood covered most of his face. She would no doubt scream in fear when she saw his golden skin.]

[She was indeed flinching away even without having seen his face, but not for the reason he thought. By far not the reason he thought.]

A-are you sure? Maybe you... should go to the hospital. I'm sure they could help you there. Ask someone to accompany you there.

[Because while she would've hung around on any other day, she had minus eleventy hundred intention to do so now. Instead, she started to scramble to get up.]

I-I gotta...

[... well, she might lend him a hand, at least. So she stepped toward him and held her right hand out.]

Need some help?

[He looked at her hand, lip curled in distaste, and rose without her aid.]

I don't need or want your help. Get going.

[Raistlin sat back down on his bench, returning to ignoring her.]

[Not the friendliest sort, was he? Well, if he insisted, she was more than happy to follows his order. Normally, she would've stayed to argue, but not now.]

Fine, then! Good day.

[And she turned to walk away.]

What... are you singing?

[ because last he heard children chanting obliviously, all hell broke bloody, loose, and bloody loose. ]

[Takes a moment, taken out of her reverie, and digs the device out of her... kimono. ~~Don't ask where.~~]

A-ah, it was recording... ?

[Finally looking at the screen and -- oh, right. Person.

She decides to nip this in the bud and switches to audio.]

Uhm, just children's songs.

[And she almost asks "why", except she's not really looking to hold a conversation.]

[ oh, that's practical, she had her device down her - ]

[ if a device with his picture on it stood in close proximity to a woman's body, did he compromise her reputation??? ]

[ How does Vince survive countless escapades without marring a single reputation --- ?????

Gilbert's luck. It's just his luck. ]

...you're not a child anymore.

[ - right? Please? At least that? ]

[Luckily for you, none of that is of any concern to her right now whatsoever!]

No? Doesn't mean I can't sing children's songs.

I'd rather you didn't, if it's all the same.

[ notacradlerobbernotacradlerobbernotacradlerobbernotacradlerobber ]

[RUDE

~~Do rude people taste g--sldfjsldjd~~]

Why? What concern is it of yours?

It's only a request.

Sorry to let you down, then -- but I'll sing children's songs if I want to.

[This is the pout that you may not be able to see but still know it's there for its being audible.]

I don't suppose you happen to feel as if you don't want to...?

No, I'm feeling very much like singing right now.

Very much like singing.

[And not at all like eating, thank you.]

You're... compelled?

Ah, no. I don't think so.

[Squirm squirm awkward awkward willyoustopsoundingsotasty howdoesonesoundtasty.]

I'm just feeling like it.

You're - feeling like it.

[ because people who feel like it have to repeat it to themselves desperately.

all the doubt, all the time. ]

Yes. That's what I said.

[Tell you what's up? NEVERRRR.]

If you can't even pretend more firmly, how am I to walk away and claim I believe it?

...Miss. Are you all right?

[... ohsnap, he got her. Bristles a bit.]

What concern of yours is it, anyway? If you don't like it, just click away. You can do that, right? On these things.

[ after a pause ]

If a servant is negligent, what does it say about his master?

[Well, that was a perfect nonsequitur.]

-- eh?!

I'm asking you, if I walked away from someone who seems unwell without a care, where would that leave my master's reputation?

Does your master's reputation utterly hinge on your treatment of some random stranger?

Besides, I'll deal.

[Pause and a gulp.]

Better so if you leave me alone, in fact.

As you say.

Good.

[Audibly relieved!]

Have a nice day.

... Well, it's a nice thought.

What is?

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