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Who: Jill & Wataru
When: Feoveuer 9 - 10
Where: Jill's apartment
What: Miss Bartender turning into a vampire
Warnings: Character death, trauma, injury, and overall sad times
[The sickness that was gradually claiming her life took a fast and escalated turn on the night of the full moon. Jill was weak enough that leaving her bed and her room was out of the question. She felt and looked like a mess, but that was honestly the least of her worries. Her breathing was hard and labored, she continued to cough up blood, and that wasn't even the worst of it.
Still, she tried her absolute best to at least get a single message out to Wataru, fingers trembling as they pressed each key.]
help
my room
[Jill hoped and prayed that he would be able to see the message. And if that wasn't enough, the sheer panic and fear being fed through the bond would likely be even more of an alarm.
Her eyes began to tear up as she weakly began to sob and cry in what would be her literal deathbead.
She didn't want to die alone.
She didn't want to die.
Someone.
Anyone.
Please.]
When: Feoveuer 9 - 10
Where: Jill's apartment
What: Miss Bartender turning into a vampire
Warnings: Character death, trauma, injury, and overall sad times
[The sickness that was gradually claiming her life took a fast and escalated turn on the night of the full moon. Jill was weak enough that leaving her bed and her room was out of the question. She felt and looked like a mess, but that was honestly the least of her worries. Her breathing was hard and labored, she continued to cough up blood, and that wasn't even the worst of it.
Still, she tried her absolute best to at least get a single message out to Wataru, fingers trembling as they pressed each key.]
help
my room
[Jill hoped and prayed that he would be able to see the message. And if that wasn't enough, the sheer panic and fear being fed through the bond would likely be even more of an alarm.
Her eyes began to tear up as she weakly began to sob and cry in what would be her literal deathbead.
She didn't want to die alone.
She didn't want to die.
Someone.
Anyone.
Please.]