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located in Cre' Est, a part of Assassin's Pledge: Awakening, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Kyero Character Portrait: Linde Xe' Almna Character Portrait: LonƔn Arzura Character Portrait: Korriban "Aetrius" Borral Character Portrait: Okumi Chrysanth
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Okumi stopped as her sleeve was grabbed, a little startled, but not letting it show on her face as she turned back to face Linde. Watching her speak and apologise, Okumi could only faintly smile in appreciation of her concern. Shaking her head, Okumi gave the ā€˜Okayā€™ hand sign once more, indicating that Linde neednā€™t worry about the maidenā€™s feelings on the matter. They were mercenaries, warriors and assassins. The way they dealt with a situation would be fundamentally different, but she couldnā€™t entirely fault them for it. She justā€¦ didnā€™t want to be a part of that. It seemed that Linde was in agreement with Okumi on that point, which wasnā€™t entirely surprising given that she was a woman of medicine. Nodding at the assertion that there had to be a better way, Okumi turned in full to face back towards the group, particular Kyero as Lindeā€™s pleas were directed his way.

The new plan was a lot more acceptable to Okumi, provided that it panned out. She liked to think they could trust the bandits to reform if they said they would, as surely strong men like that could find honest work and livings. If not, some preventative threats were far better than simply slaughtering them through what Okumi frankly thought of as gruesome means. Hopefully this could all be resolved diplomatically, in a peaceful and fair way. Nodding to herself, Okumi realised that Linde was bowing to her, turning to give her undivided attention as the woman requested her to remain, at least while Kyero and the others did their work. It seemed she wanted some company, or at the very least was curious about Okumiā€™s heritage. Most guests to her shrine usually had questions, so she wasnā€™t entirely surprised. Nodding to Linde, Okumi looked about for somewhere nearby to sit, moving over to a conveniently sized boulder to rest. Still, she wasnā€™t entirely sure how she was going to talk about her shrine to Linde; but at the very least sheā€™d try.

Thinking on this as the others said their parting words and made their way for the cave, Okumi gave a small prayer and bow before waving goodbye. Waiting for Linde to come over, Okumi felt prepared enough, and so she began attempting to communicate. Hooking her hand into a ā€˜Cā€™ shape, but letting her thumb hook downwards, Okumi placed her fist below it, slightly separated. The result was something akin to a question mark. Pointing then to Linde, then to herself, Okumi traced the house symbol in the air again, trying to determine what exactly Linde would like to know about her shrine. If it was simply about where it was or how she came to work there that would be simple enough, but if Linde wanted to know more about the type of worship that was going to be a little more complicated. Although she could do it, it was difficult to do a sacred dance on uneven soil, not to mention Linde might not even recognise the origin.

After waiting for Lindeā€™s response, it seemed that the woman had something else on her mind, and perhaps tactfully, had waited for the others to leave before asking. She was direct and to the point, striking at the heart of the matter as Okumi flinched slightly at being called out. Sheā€™d managed to avoid further discussion of it with Linde at the inn since Aetriusā€™s wounds were far more pressing, but it seemed that Linde already had her suspicions. Looking away only for a moment, Okumi turned back towards Linde before nodding. Pulling up her bag from where sheā€™d placed it, the shrine maiden retrieved out an old, battered looking journal. Opening it up to one of the pages marked with a tab, she then presented it to Linde to read, looking away once more to give the woman privacy to read.

The handwriting inside was neat, but different to Okumiā€™s. Much more tight and compact in the ligature. Of course, what Linde didnā€™t know was that this was her fatherā€™s journal, and contained what research he had done into their illness. The page itself covered more of Okumiā€™s status as a ā€˜carrierā€™ of the disease, in that she seemed immune to its negative effects, but was capable of spreading it to others. Coined in the journal as ā€˜The Wiltā€™, it seemed to spread through airborne particles from the carrier or the original source, a vibrant purple flower. Assumedly, the disease was also in the bloodstream, so it was likely that Okumiā€™s fluids were also capable of spreading it if ingested or let into the body through other means. Those that contracted the illness took on a variety of symptoms, including muscle fatigue and weakness, dizziness, difficulty breathing, coughing, chest pains and hallucinations. Bloodshot eyes seemed to be an early indicator that one was about to come down with the more debilitating aspects of the disease. Following these symptoms, the body would then have difficulty regulating temperature, as well as trouble maintaining fluids, leading to both dehydration and the ā€˜Wiltingā€™ aspect of the illness.

No known cure was found, though as Linde flipped through the pages a little, she saw that there were newer entries added by Okumi, indicating that animals seemed unaffected and didnā€™t seem to be able to be carriers. Time until death seemed to vary, but the soonest that sheā€™d witnessed someone contract and die from the illness was three days. The airborne nature of the virus seemed to have a limited lifespan, in that it didnā€™t linger on surfaces or in the air too long if Okumi did choose to speak or breathe in open air, however, she hadnā€™t done any testing regarding this. Okumi had an assumption that those the disease killed were also capable of spreading the disease in the same fashion as her, but was uncertain if once dead the bodies would present a further health risk. In the earlier pages of the book, there were more traditional, dated entries from Okumiā€™s father, chronicling his family coming down with the illness, and his slow descent into the symptoms before death, watching his children and his wife pass before he too, succumbed.

Sitting and waiting as Linde read, Okumi feltā€¦ Embarrassed. Ashamed. Guilty. Exposed even. All of her history was laid to bare, but what felt worst of all was that chances were, Linde would feel one thing: Pity. Okumi hated being pitied. Not only did it reinforce the helplessness of her situation, but she didnā€™t deserve it. Everything was her fault. Sheā€™d been the one to bring this plague on her family and her home village. While her father had worked hard even through the pain to try and find a cure, sheā€™d just blissfully been ā€˜taking care of themā€™, despite being the cause of their ruin. It was a bitter reminder of how cruel the world could be. Still, despair didnā€™t help anyone. Sheā€™d have to learn from those mistakes, carry her burden and find a way to absolve herself of those sins by helping others, and continuing the teachings of her mother. She couldnā€™t let her familyā€™s legacy die just like that. Sheā€™d do what she could until her last breath.