@box-of-characters from a meme long ago

This started out as a joke (as most good things art to do), but Beatrix is haunted. lol Not in a sense of she gets followed by those she's killed... but rather whatever upset spirit she does happen to near, they'll be out to get her in some fashion- be it mild annoyances or hostile attacks.

An infrequent occurrence for the dragoon to express own opinion, when the subject was another person, or even partake in similar discussions, nonetheless he was willing to make an exception, lest the damnable lalafell would hound him for lack of decorum. Silence prolonged, as the man was scrupulously constructing an opinion, just as with lies - those could not be conjured on command, a hefty consideration required. "A peculiar one. Never met one of those." Eventually a rather apparent assessment escaped his lips. Whilst dwelling in lands confined in eternal ice, Estinien did not chance upon life forms destined for deep waters or tropical weather. Apparently not everything within the boundaries of the sea was for consumption. "Wears heart on her sleeve. 'Tis my hope she can protect it." With a curt nod, the final judgement was vocalized. Takumi was indeed a peculiar personage, diverse from anything or anyone he encountered so far, save for a gentle and caring personality, which reminded him of one particular acquaintance.

○○○○○ | ATTRACTION ○○○○○ | AFFECTION ●●●○○ | INTEREST ●●○○○ | LOYALTY ●●○○○ | TRUST

LOW | ●●●●● | HIGH

╼ ༺ :||          Nausea was setting in again, and for whatever reason, the fever had yet to break since this whole ordeal began. Putting on the selfsame mask, the General did appear battle ready and unwavering, yet that was appearances alone. The trek towards the Lillias' shop was taken smoothly- casually, save the occasional pause for her singular eye to regain focus back on the road before her and a hidden soft glow warding off the worst. Fortunately the townspeople appeared to pay no mind.

Visits had been made with the castle doctors, her medics, and even Doctor Tot with little progress for a cure. Options midst other highly recommendable physicians were dwindling, and unfortunately the cheeky shopkeeper not only came to mind, but also appeared on an affiliated list provided.

Bitter was it that she held the bite upon her tongue. She'd pay a call, but pre-decided death would be the alternative as opposed to swallowing a leech.

Lingering at the door with exhausted breaths finally catching up in the brief privacy, that respite was soon gone.

╼ ༺ :||          Beatrix tried understanding the self-destructive insanity. She really did. Even by dealing with jesters which spoke in repeating riddles and the nobility with their questionable tastes of entertainment, there was still a sense of boundary and acceptable tolerance. The infamous short temper could remain in check.

But this one...

Furrowed brow and twisted lips displayed fully the argumentative words left unsaid. Initially Lillias hadn't triggered such annoyance. A quirky shopkeeper at best, but the sight of him left a sour taste upon her own tongue. She could see why he remained popular with his enemies in all the worst ways...

"You're extremely lucky I do as well."

The general leaned against the counter, the bag of garuda tongues forgotten. "Although I'm unsure why I bother wasting my magic with you, or delivering the odd spoils of my kills for that matter. Every time I return, you're in some ill-ridden stupor or formulating some plan with similar results.