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There was something... wrong. He could not tell what exactly. The city was strangely subdued, since the Biowizard Institute of Health had announced the new immune system strengthener they had created for the 'foreign' population of Earth. It was there, they said, to assist any newcomers who might be vulnerable to things on the planet that most people would not think of as deadly. At the station, he had seen a Triceraton stumble in, panicking and babbling about some Kanabo they'd seen retching blood. The Triceraton himself was a disturbing pasty white, and he had abruptly started vomiting. Takeo and another officer had gone to where the Triceraton reported the Kanabo to be, but they found him dead, having choked on his own blood and half digested food. Takeo was ashamed for his partner, who had been callous enough to spit on the corpse and say 'good riddance'. Takeo had carefully not allowed bare skin to touch the corpse, for whatever killed him was already proven to be contagious. He had rolled the body over, then called for someone to come pick the body up and carry it away to be properly buried. That had been three months ago. The human population of New York, and everywhere else reporting this plague, were unaffected by it. All 'foreigners' were in danger of it though. Whatever it was, it was absorbed into the skin by contact. If you touched or tasted blood from someone who was ill, you got infected. If you touched them and they were sweating, or had naturally oily skin, you got infected. Businesses were rising in packs with 'remedies', 'protective talismans', and gear to keep contact with anyone to a minimum.
     One month ago, Wesfon had not come home. Instead, a note had arrived at their doorstep. Daichi had looked like he was dying as he gave the note to Shinju, who had stared at it in disbelief. Wesfon had been touched by one of the ill people. He had left to die alone, so that they would be safe. Shinju had cried all week, and since then she had been pale, and getting progressively thinner. She clung to Daichi like he might vanish if she did not hold him, and she kept Sheo within hearing distance. When R'flexs and Nifric also fell victim, Sheo and Shinju started drifting everywhere together, both equally pale. The alien population was dropping rapidly, the scientists from the Biowizard Institute of Health who were suspected to have created the plague were dead, having been assassinated one week after the population started being affected.
      Takeo refused to let any more of them die. He was obsessive in his search for someone who might be able to find a cure. Professor Tinkdo had died four years ago, so they could not turn to him for help. The Gunjin had scoured the city while practically mummified with all his protective gear, searching for something that was proven to cure one of the plague should they catch it. He found nothing, but lost Joji, who died the day after Jewel.

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Most of them were gone. Koritu had been a shell of his former self since Selesteria's death, and seemed largely unaffected when everyone died one after the other; Daichi when he was attacked for his gear when he went to get food, Shinju and Sheo by going and actually seeking out someone who was ill. Kisho was the only one who didn't fall prey to the illness. He had simply been knifed so that someone could make a profit by selling his prosthetic. And he hadn't been able to fight back, as Karasticor had been held hostage. Karasticor had been tossed to someone ill, who had been told he had the cure. Karasticor died and was eaten by the half mad female, who had convinced herself Karasticor himself was the cure. They had all met awful demises, and now it was just Takeo, Misora, and Koritu. The three of them were fleeing to the country-side, where the illness was nonexistent. Again, tragedy struck. Ill people somehow heard that Misora was supposed to be a saviour of some sort, able to work magic. They had stumbled and ran their way after them. Koritu had seemed to come alive, telling Takeo and Misora to get away, and that he would hold off their pursuers. Misora shut her eyes as Takeo flew off with her, but she was unable to prevent one of her magics from somehow enabling her to see Koritu being beaten to death, while remaining almost silent as he started going pale and vomiting blood as he was struck. And she could not keep herself from reading his lips as he said Selesteria's name before finally choking to death.

Takeo kept moving with her, keeping her in the countryside, away from cities. Misora being half Gunjin put her in danger of catching the plague, and he refused to let that happen. Whenever he would go to acquire food, she never asked how, she would use what Selesteria taught her about magic to try and find the cure. All she ever got was a faint impression that she had tasted the cure before, in one form or other.

A full year later, the cure was found. Takeo had fallen victim to the plague as well in an unfortunate encounter, and even though it broke his heart and filled him with fear for how Misora would continue to survive, he had gone and died on his own, as Wesfon had done. Misora had kept moving as she had with Takeo, grieving his loss while still searching. She had found it. Vanilla beans. She had written this down, and then willingly given herself to the plague. She was found laying on the ground in an abandoned cafe, holding vanilla beans with a note wrapped around them describing them as the cure. Once again, Misora had played the role of saviour, and the population of 'foreigners' started to recover. She, meanwhile, went to join her family and friends in Stuq's realm, where he greeted her with a smile and wrapped his arms around her, telling her how proud he was of her accomplishment before taking her to where Takeo was, so they could lie together for all eternity in the peaceful fields.
My half of an art trade with :iconmetaknightgirl13:

... I... I actually cried a bit. Excuse me while I go play Bejeweled Blitz or something to counteract all this sad.
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It's..... it's just so sad....... OOOOOMAIGOOOSSSH:iconcryingplz:

Thank you!:glomp:
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ZeeNovos Nov 20, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I know! D8 WHY DID I KILL OF EVERYONE?!

My pen is dangerous with the right prompts, Gunjin! Fear for your alternate lives!

You're welcome! :hug:
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ZeeNovos Nov 20, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
*glomp*
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BTW, I'll be posting a journal entry on the club soon, so keep and eye out:)
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ZeeNovos Nov 20, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Okay! ^_^
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