Mizerach Castle

Clamdya

It was about ten minutes into the fight before Qui fully realized Whisper had no arms.
She had fallen after tripping on a rock. The attacker had been knocked down and Whisper approached the bard.
"Are you breathing? Yes? Get up."
"Can you gimme a hand?" She grabbed for a sleeve, the one remaining sleeve. She got nothing. "Uh...hello? A little help?"
"Qui."
"What." She kept grabbing upwards and was soon at his shoulder. The sleeve was still empty. 
"Think for a second, Qui." She did, standing up. Hmm.....
"You..."
"Yes?"
"You have no arms."
"Also yes." He nodded. Tears came to the bards eyes.
"Now you can't do your card tricks!" He shrugged. "And now you can't stop me from doing this!" She pulled his pants down. He looked down, blushing slightly. He wore light blue boxers. The only color he wore was on his boxers. Sounds about right.
"You just pantsed me."
"Yep."
"In the middle of a fight."
"Yep."
"If I had hands, I would be giving you the finger."
"I know."
"Now pull my pants up so I don't trip."
"Fine." She did so. Behind them the girl laughed. She was amused by this? So was Qui, to be honest. Whisper wasn't amused. He sighed and the cards went wild.
They bit into her neck, face, wrists, and all other areas that were open. Dark brown skin was shredded on the ground.
Soon, the evil female was on her knees, almost dead. Qui whipped out her violin and started playing Rugrats Theory. Because she could, that's why. It was annoying the dying evil disease spreader.
"You...do know that your boyfriend is cursed too, right...?" She asked, bleeding freely from the mouth. The bard froze, messing up her solo, which would have been epic if completed. Dammit.
"How so?" She demanded.
"You ask him.....how long he's had Clamdya for...." She put her violin away.
"Isn't that the change virus?" She turned to Whisper. He was focused on his cards, which floated into his pockets.
"Yes, it is." From what the elf knew, that virus killed people after warping them beyond imagination. It was worse than what the kingdom had, and it was agonizing. How did he have it and nobody knew?
"Wait. You actually believe her?"
"Tell her."
"Tell me."
"I...I'm fine." He swung his boot into the bleeding villain, then finished her with a card flurry. "Death by papercuts. We should get going."
"Do you have Clamdya?"
"No."
"What's under your mask?"
"My face." He ran towards the exit, followed closely by Qui. They were almost out of the throne room when Qui caught him and turned him towards her.
"Tell me."
"My face, Qui!" He couldn't stop her...right?  She latched her fingertips behind the face mask and ripped it off.
Underneath of the mask was a shit ton of eyes.
She screamed and backed away. Whisper winced and took a step back.
"Stop that!" 
Whisper had ten eyes, five in the same general area where a normal eye would be. Between his eyes was a scar, which was a red x.
"What the fucking hell?!"
"Calm down! I can explain!" 
"Then do it, and do it now!"
"This is not the time! Now gimme my mask!"
"What are you gonna do with it? Put it on? Oh wait! You don't have any arms! Gonna slap me for saying that? Oh wait! You don't have any hands!" She knew that was kind of rude, but she didn't really care in the moment. She needed answers, not kindness. He stared her down with angry slit pupils before turning for the door. He started for it. She didn't really want to be alone.
"Wait!" She called. Whisper turned.
"What now?" He stared with ten red rimmed grey eyes. They all look pissed.
"Sorry. Come here and I'll put your mask on." He sighed but didn't move. She walked to his side and held up his mask. She slid it over his face, but not before accidentally sticking a finger in one of his eyes. He complained. After they were done, they speed-walked down the hallway towards the laboratory.
"You know, I've only heard you swear once or twice." He said, attempting to start conversation. Qui smiled.
"You know, I've only heard you talk when talked to, mostly." He also smiled weakly.
"I don't like most people."
"And you like me?" He blushed lightly.
"S-shut up, Qui." Wait. She wasn't actually expecting a reaction out of him. Hmmm.
The two made it to the lab, where patients looked at them. A few applauded.
"Whisper!" The king called. The jester jogged to his side.
"Your highness?" Qui stood next to him.
"You're alive!"
"...yes?"
"I heard you were dead!" He shot a glare to Qui, who gulped and smiled nervously.
"...I'm not dead, sir."
"Yay!" Arthikika said at the same time Zamista did. 
"To be honest," Zamista said. "I haven't heard you talk in a long time, and it's kinda....nice."
".....thanks?" 
"But what happened to you? You two look like shit!" Arthkika said, smiling. Whisper and Qui looked at each other and nodded slowly.
"Well......Whisper got his arms cut off...." He gave her a look.
"If you hadn't told them, they could've thought I have one arm so no one will call me as much of a-"
"CRIPPLE!" Zamista said, giggling quietly. Whisper rolled his eyes.
"We are all happy you're alright, Whisper and Qui. Our heroes!" The king called. 
"Our heroes!" The patients called.