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Voice | Why can't we seem to keep it together?

[Jo didn't get sick for two days.

And then it hit and she retreated, only leaving her room when absolutely needed and trying to avoid her housemates so they didn't get sick. (Could grim reapers get sick? Jo didn't want to chance it.)

On her second day of illness, when she feels the worst - well. She starts worrying about Osiris, about Meg, about Lucifer, even if there's a niggling voice in the back of her mind saying they couldn't be here.

Jo has no idea what to do about the Egyptian god, but Meg? She can handle that.

The audio post starts with a cough and sniffles before Jo speaks.]

I need paint. Color isn't important. Rock salt, if anyone's got that. [God, she misses regular stores.]

I can trade food. [She clears her throat as if she might say more, but then the broadcast ends.

She doesn't want to say too much, just in case.]

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[Jo doesn't switch for Margaery. The woman seems nice enough, but Jo doesn't know her well enough for this.]

Rock salt is bigger.

[fine, voice it is]

And they don't have it at the stores? I could [she sneezes] pardon me! I could look for you?

If you're sick you should stay inside.

I've been out looking for Cersei all day. A little longer won't hurt.

You really should be resting. [Says the person about to absolutely not do that.]

I would love to be resting, but Cersei and her creature are here. They won't rest until I'm dead. Permanently this time.

[Ah, that catches Jo's attention.]

Creature?

Yes. An undead abomination created from the corpse of Gregor Clegane. He's over seven feet tall and as deadly without a sword as he is with one.

[Seven feet tall, holy shit. Jo's silent for a long moment, going through the lore in her head.]

He's here? You've seen him?

No. [her voice trails off before reasserting itself] But I know he's here.

I can help. [Maybe.

Seven feet tall, though? Hell.]

You can? I'd be ever so much grateful!

[seven feet tall in full plate armor]

Can you tell me more about him? He's dead?

He has blue skin and red eyes. You can barely see either, though, due to his helm. He's most easily recognized by his height and his bulk.

[She's quiet for a moment while she considers that information. A helm?]

...He wears armor?

[Margaery nods even though she can't be seen]

Yes, full plate armor.

[That might make things tricky. Hm...]

Why does he have blue skin?

It's hard to say. It's likely as a result of Qyburn's treatments to bring him back from death.

He's- He was dead?

Yes. Of manticore poison, or at least that's what I'd been told.

What's a manticore?

[Honestly, what is up with Margaery's world?]

A manticore is an insect with a barbed tail. Its sting kills the instant its venom reaches the heart.

[it's terrible, that's what's up with it]

A big scorpion? [That's what Jo's going to imagine.]

I'll keep my eyes open.

I don't know what a scorpion is.

Thank you.

It's not important.

You're welcome.

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