[Declining]

[elisurla.livejournal.com]

[Those walking down this particular hallway might notice that Ursula is... not exactly looking like her regular, composed self. Mostly because she's slumped against the wall on the first floor, one hand against her head and the other helping to hold herself up.]

[Reaching into her pocket, she retrieves a tissue- Into which she begins to cough violently. She most likely wasn't irradiated enough so that her immune system would be severely weakened by it, but Ursula chooses to blame the nuclear disaster that Elisa has witnessed as a child for her current situation nonetheless. Something has to be blamed.]

[As the coughing fit ends, the girl pushes herself away from the wall and attempts to get herself together. Her steps are slow and precise. It's still pretty obvious that she's sick, however.]

((Poke the bear? In her current state, it's unlikely that you'd be killed for it. At least until she's feeling better.))

Comments

[alphasniperwolf.livejournal.com]

[Wolf had a tendency to run into Ursula, didn't he? Though he had managed to avoid her the past month or so after their last run in. Instantly, upon seeing Ursula though, he zipped his jacket up. Hey, at least he was learning. He knew that he should have just walked by...but seeing someone normally so strong look...so weak was a concern to him.]

What is wrong?

[elisurla.livejournal.com]

[The moment that Wolf comes within a good distance, Ursula straightens and dons a more dignified look. She notes that his jacket is zipped up, but of course this doesn't mean that the girl has nothing to complain about in order to divert attention away from herself.]

That hair makes you look like a fa--

[elisurla.livejournal.com]

[Abruptly turning her head, Ursula gives 2 quiet sneezes off to the side; upper body crouched a bit as she blows her nose into a tissue.]

...fairy.

[alphasniperwolf.livejournal.com]

[He gives a smirk at her insult.] Now you are nitpicking, yes?

[Watching her sneeze though, he gives a slight look of concern.] You caught a cold?

[elisurla.livejournal.com]

Tch. [Ursula looks back at him with a glare.] Or perhaps I have an allergy to cheap cologne.

[littleangakkuq.livejournal.com]

Are you not okay?

[elisurla.livejournal.com]

....

[Ursula looks down at the boy briefly, before giving a sigh and continuing to take very slow steps forward.] I am fine.

[Amazingly, Ursula has simply answered the question without giving a more biting response. She sniffles a bit, feeling congested and drowsy. The girl pauses for a moment to blow her nose again.]

[littleangakkuq.livejournal.com]

[He hands her a tissue.]

Tea might help.

[elisurla.livejournal.com]

[Ursula furrows her brow, grimacing. ...And accepts the tissue.]

Avoiding death is much easier when you don't offer help to someone that has tried to kill you. [She didn't actually try to kill the boy. Though she did 'test' (http://community.livejournal.com/fissionmailed/657668.html?thread=53900292#t53900292) him out of curiosity once. But Ursula has no problems with him believing otherwise.]

[a-god-am-i.livejournal.com]

Succumbing to the frailties of human immune system?

...How very unlike you, Ursula.

[elisurla.livejournal.com]

-! [A blink.]

[Ursula immediately straights her back, turning to face the man and give an attempt at a steady salute. For a brief moment, there is a hint of... some kind of emotion..? Shame, perhaps. But no- Ursula lacks the ability to feel such a thing.]

Never, sir.

[a-god-am-i.livejournal.com]

Really now?

[Gene folds his arms across his chest and tilts his head, silently watching her.]

[elisurla.livejournal.com]

[Completely stoic, Ursula remains as still as possible in her current position.] Yes sir.

I have not allowed my usual schedule to become hindered in any way. I remain diligent in all of my duties. This will not-- [Cringing, Ursula momentarily averts her gaze downwards and keeps still. Jaw locked, she wills herself into suppressing a cough-fit that threatened to escape her dry throat. After a couple of steady breaths, she continues.] I will not... submit. Sir.

[furiousangst.livejournal.com]

[He contemplates just walking past her after what happened last time, but she was looking sorta... ill.]

Are you... alright?

[elisurla.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly, Ursula reaches out and grabs the teen's arm.]

Take me to the nearest kitchen.

[furiousangst.livejournal.com]

[He nearly jumps out of his skin when she does that, but he complies and starts to lead her slowly to a kitchen. Once he finds one he leads her inside.]

Anything else I can do for you?

[elisurla.livejournal.com]

[Ursula walks with him silently, even briefly leaning on him for support from time to time. Her pride can be put aside for now. She has a mission (http://community.livejournal.com/fissionmailed/815000.html?thread=71476632#t71476632) to complete by tomorrow.]

I'm assuming that you have no skills whatsoever in food preparation.

[zanzibarasshole.livejournal.com]

So. It would seem even the mighty Ursula has fallen prey to a simple cold...

[He shouldn't be reveling in this sick little pleasure... But he is.]

[elisurla.livejournal.com]

[She straightens] One more word and you'll be falling prey to death.

[zanzibarasshole.livejournal.com]

Come now... I'd enjoy that far too much.

I wasn't aware you were capable of getting sick, Ursula. It's quite the sight.

[elisurla.livejournal.com]

[Her jaw locks into a tight grimace] Do not test me today, Null...

[Now out of the kitchen after having food and tea, the only thing left to do is make it back up to her room somehow. Gene ordered her to rest and she plans on doing just that. But something about this man's cocky grin is distracting from that.]

[...He's getting to her.]

[She's allowing someone as pathetic as him to crawl under her skin again...]

[The glow surrounding her body fades as Ursula gives an annoyed grumble, slowly and tiredly going to walk past him. She coughs a bit into her hand, but at least the garlic from the spaghetti earlier has helped her ability to breathe a little better.]

IS IT TIME FOR SOME BACKDATED AWKWARD?

[czechmyskates.livejournal.com]

[Gustava, who happens to be patrolling around the area for no particular reason, goes ahead and takes a small amount of pity on the other woman. Well, enough not to be so tense. But why should she? This is Elisa after all. Right?] Elisa... Are you okay?

8D

[elisurla.livejournal.com]

[Though not facing the woman completely, the girl leans against a near wall and coughs into the junction of her arm with her head slightly turned. But the cough soon turns into a sputter, and the sputter eases into a low sort of laugh within her throat. Still not facing Gustava, Ursula lowers her arm and speaks smoothly.]

Pitied... by a woman like you. Truly outstanding.

BP

[czechmyskates.livejournal.com]

[Gustava blinks for a moment before furrowing her brows and laying a gloved hand on "Elisa"'s back before removing it, confused by the her statement.] What do you mean by that?

[elisurla.livejournal.com]

Don't worry your pretty little head. [Oh, the things Ursula could do to a mind like Gustava's.... But no. Even this pathetic woman has her uses. And working through her is the simplest way to achieve one of Ursula's own goals.]

[She turns toward the older woman, giving her a blank stare. She speaks flatly] Ursula. Not Elisa. My sister is the one you are familiar with; I have not yet had the 'pleasure' of meeting you in person... until now.

How fortunate.