Who: Ardyn and OPEN to folks in the hotel. Where: The hotel. What: Ardyn has began to show signs of sickness. What could be causing it? When: Friday evening. Rating: TBD. Open: Yes to one person. Ask if you want another person added, please. Status: Ongoing.
Ardyn had went to the hotel to help out. It wasn't that he needed to hide among other people. Heck, the man was immortal. He didn't need the protection of others. Or at least so he had thought. That was until he started to feel unwell. It happened around about the time he had chosen to go to the other hotel. He had packed a few things to take with him and arrived at the other hotel in fairly good spirits, despite their situation. It took a lot more to break down someone like Ardyn though. A man whose life had been shaped and directed by the Gods without his say at all. And then his fate had been robbed from them. He had arrived on the station. He had questions, of course. Like, where was his soul? Was it still in the crystal? It certainly didn't feel that way. It felt like it was in the same universe as him but he couldn't place where it was.
Above all else though, he enjoyed the thoughts of the Gods being robbed off their divine plan for him. They had set him up to be the villain in their story, and he had no choice but to go along with it. No matter what he did, that fate had been unavoidable. He couldn't die and eventually he would bring a terrible darkness to his world. Not any more. He was free to live out his immortal life until the stars faded, and in turn he might see his Gods perish one day. It was enough to keep him going, in spite of a difficult situation on the station.
However, things had changed somewhat for him. Something felt wrong. He felt... sick? Certainly unwell. His skin was paler than normal and he was finding it more and more difficult to hide the Starscourge within him. The sickly marks it left around his eyes and mouth. A horrid black substance that dripped from his eyes and mouth and stained his skin. He had done his best to keep it hidden but it was taking more energy than usual.
Feeling light headed, he found himself a place to sit down in one of the shared communal areas. He sat down in a large comfortable seat and leaned back, trying his best to centre himself again. He had to focus. To keep things hidden from sight. He didn't need any one worrying about him or worse yet, fearing him for what they didn't understand.