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what is time, really

[arclightning]

Here. Alive. 1:10 pm, windy, last thing to fall out of the sky was a spotlight.

Are you alright?

[ Because, generally speaking, Mako is Not. ]

[siriusly]

Here alive
Have you ever wound up at the foot of that mountain before?
I still havent figured out why i was there

[arclightning]

Mount Rheum?

Not on accident. I’ve gone up it a few times for resources. What do you mean, you were there? You don’t remember getting there?

[siriusly]

Yeah
I'm missing memories and I don't know why i woke up there
I don't know if it's another eyeball flower thing or something else...

[arclightning]

[ Well that’s another new, bad thing to worry about. ]

What’s the last thing you do remember? Before you woke up there? Are you hurt?

[siriusly]

is there really such a thing as a death flu here?

[arclightning]

[ The most alarming possibly question. Mako’s on alert. ]

Yes. There is. It lasts for a month, the worst part lasts for a week. I don’t recommend it.

Why?

[siriusly]

[after a delay:] getting multiple confirmations

[arclightning]

[ Mako, being a fairly talented detective but more than that, having been in Deerington for this long already, can put two and two together.

He does not like the answer. ]

Manabu. Did you die?

[siriusly]

Might explain why i woke up in a river bank and feel like absolute hell...
i dont remember it

[arclightning]

[ What an awful endcap to a truly terrible month. Mako sucks in a sharp breath through his nose, shoving down the rush of absolutely misplaced guilt. ]

When did you wake up? Today? Do you need anything? I have soup that I'm making for Wu.

The same thing happened to him.

The death. Not the river.

[siriusly]

what???w hat happened

[arclightning]

Nothing good.

Some kind of demon. We think.

[siriusly]

[so DEMONS are a thing now??? like real ones?]

did you see it? any toher accounts?/

[arclightning]

I didn't, but when we were dealing with Wu's ghost (you might want to look into that for yourself) he did something to my friend Raleigh Becket. Raleigh saw the whole thing, start to finish.

[siriusly]

demosn and ghosts???

[arclightning]

Weirdly common here, not something we have in our world. I've had to do a lot of research about demons.

Do you have any idea what happened, or is it all fuzzy? Do you need anything?

[siriusly]

if theres anything that can kick this id like to get my hands on it..
MMedicine isnt realy good here?

[arclightning]

It's better than what we have at home, but I've heard that from a few people.

I have something from the pharmacy that's been helping Wu, and I have a few pills from October that helped me sleep. When I had the death flu I could barely sleep all month.

I can bring them over.

[ Along with, almost certainly, some food. ]

[siriusly]

[HAS EVERYONE HE MET HERE DIED IN SOME HORRIBLE FASHION. WHY. THIS IS THE WORST. feeling like shit is bad enough but now knowing other people have done so or are currently in similar states is worse!!!!!!!!

uh anyway:] sure

[arclightning]

[ PRETTY..... much. Mako's not too thrilled that so many people are dead or have died, recently. It's like another weight on the slowly-collapsing pillars of the town. ]

Address? I'll come over ASAP.

[siriusly]

609 shepar

[siriusly]

69 shepard

[arclightning]

On my way.

[ And true to form, Mako is.

He has been making a lot of food in general, a lot of things that can be frozen, so he pulls a tub of miso soup from the freezer, grabs a few tea leaves, the Nyquil, and some of Korra's sleeping pills and piles it all into a bag.

They're lucky that the roads are still intact. Mako can navigate them on his bike still, and Manabu isn't actually that far away.

Dying and waking up in a river sounds... awful. Mako remembers the fog of confusion and pain crowded around his head all month, the heat of the death flu, the memories flickering in and out of his head.

Hopefully the sleeping pills help.

He pulls up outside the house with a roar of the bike's engine, which cuts out a second later, and heads up to knock at the door, frowning sightlessly at the wood. Hopefully Manabu can keep the soup down. Hopefully he's not too disheartened from dying. Mako died pretty shortly after getting here, and it was a rude awakening. ]

[siriusly]

[it takes a bit for any substantial response — a second round of knocking at the very least before there’s distant sounds, slow and heavy footfalls down some stairs within. some unintelligible mumbling and rattling near the door before—-]

Uoh... You stopped by? [Manabu blinks blearily and looks Mako up and down with gradual surprise, looking at least half the groggy mess one could expect to be. after a beat, he moves out of view, the door moving with him to allow Mako entry. mind the blanket half-hanging off the hat rack.

peeking out from behind the door:] Did something come up? Something new?