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THE
SICK MEME

☀ Post your character, one-ish per comment
✫ They are now, for some odd reason, sick (headache, fever, runny nose, cough, whatever you want)
☀ Another character replies and is struck with the sudden urge to take care of them (bringing them soup, extra blankets, Sudafed, sexual healing, what have you)
✫ ???
☀ Profit!

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"Huh. Well since you said that the sacred tome couldn't get wet, I don't think it's a cold. Maybe you caught something from someone." He plopped to the ground and began rummaging through a satchel that was slung over his shoulder.

"You know, I haven't found any place like behind the Cathedral or Goldshire here, but I was always warned that the 'ladies of low virtue' there would give you diseases that Paladins and Priests were hesitant to cure. Just to teach you a lesson, I suppose." He paused and peered up at the Overlord, a curious look about him.

"Maybe you caught something like that. You didn't mess around with any 'Light-forsaken, godless trollops', did you?" Clearly he was repeating phrases that he'd heard more often than he should have.

"I should be so damn lucky," the Overlord grumbled. "Not only are there apparently none here, but I don't have the damn PARTS for that."

"I suppose that's why you're grouchy all the time, mouth only good for giving commands." His eyebrows drew together and his lips tugged into a line, "I would had thought the most 'badass freakin Overlord in all the Cosmos' would have a harem. Maybe you should start one," he said casually.

"My loyal succubus sponge-bath squad went up with my Netherworld," Zetta said rather sadly. "And there's barely anyone on the ship worth banging."

"That sounds depressing," the elf admitted, though he was now extracting vial after vial of differently hued liquids and holding them up to the light.

"Whenever we stop by a planet you should see about recruiting the locals," he offered. "Build from the ground up."

"As a harem?" Zetta could only imagine what weird things they'd run into out there. Not that that was bad, but... "Still missing the parts."

"Oh, I didn't think that was the point. I just thought that's what people of your status did. You know, to show the 'common man' what you had and what they'd never get?" There was a neat row of vials in front of him now and he looked at the book.

"I have potions and elixirs to make you feel better. Since I don't know what you have, I guess you'll just have to try them all."

"They were succubi, back in the Netherworld. Not exactly an exclusive club to get into it."

Zetta eyed the concoctions with obvious consternation. "Uh."

The elf grinned from ear to ear and though the action seemed a bit out of place, what with him perched in front of the odd colored liquids, he gave the Overlord a thumbs up for assurance. "I'm really good at potion making. I'm sure you'll feel better when and if one of these does the trick."

He paused in his next word and stared at the book for a few long moments. "What does your mouth exit into?"

"How the hell should I know?!" Zetta roared. Then he winced. That hadn't been a good idea.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and rubbed one of his ears. "Your voice is grating when you're that loud. I suppose I should just stop overestimating your knowledge of what you are."

"I'm a demon soul bound to the Sacred Tome," Zetta said pointedly. "How often do you think THAT's happened before?"

"Probably not often unless you're a bad or silly spellcaster," he reasoned. "I don't know how long you've been like that but you just seem like the type of person who takes it upon himself to know what all your cards are so you can exploit them as needed."

"How about 'never'?" Zetta grumbled. "Look, I know I can drink things."

"That wasn't really the point. I figured you could drink things. The point was where does it go?" He yanked the cork out of a vial of murky green liquid (http://www.wowhead.com/spell=3174#.) and pushed the potion at the book's face. "Oh well. Say 'ah'!"

"I'm gonna regret this," the Overlord said. But, too ill to fight, he just opened wide.

"I bet you say that all the time." He tipped the vial in the Overlord's mouth and emptied the entire container then eyed him intently. "Feel anything yet? Any better?"

The Overlord just looked horrified for a long moment.

"....Nooooo..."

"No?" He sighed, "Disappointing. At least you aren't poisoned. Maybe you're just feeling a bit weak is all." A neon green liquid (http://www.wowhead.com/item=12820) went right from the bottle and into the book's mouth.

The book promptly grew larger. It also, unprepared, promptly unbalanced, pitching forward to land face-first on the floor.

This prevented the words it was saying from being readily understood.

He watched as the book tumbled to the ground but somehow he seemed to resist the urge to laugh. He grabbed the Overlord with both hands and set him upright again. "You look more intimidating but that wasn't the point. You feel stronger, right?"

"Noooooo, not really."

It wasn't that the potion had failed to take effect, it was that +35 AP was kind of like chiseling off 35 health from a raid boss. Not really a meaningful percentage.

"Huh. Well, drink this (http://www.wowhead.com/item=58143), this (http://www.wowhead.com/item=13462), and this (http://www.wowhead.com/spell=7255/holy-protection-potion) for good measure. If those don't work maybe you just really, really need a nap."

He patted one corner of the book in a soothing manner, "In which case I'll fluff your pillow for you and tuck you in."

Reluctantly, the Overlord tried the first one, then the second -- and no sooner was the disease removed from him than he immediately perked up. "Whoa! What was THAT one?"

He looked at the empty vial then sniffed it. "Purification potion," he stated. "Sometimes cures different ailments. Since you weren't poisoned I'd put money on someone cursing you but who knows," he shrugged, "It could have been some weird demonic disease."

He patted the still-large book on one of its corners, a satisfied grin on his face. "But really, all that matters is that you can go back to being the best freakin' Overlord you can be."

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