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[August 11, 2008][Suikoden II/III] Germ Warfare
Title: Germ Warfare
Day/Theme: Aug. 11, 2008 "Trench fever"
Series: Suikoden II/III (deals with the Higheast Revolt)
Character/Pairing: Viktor, Flik, various soldiers
Rating: PG-13
Viktor glanced away from the nervous movements of the Harmonians camped across the river to scan the faces of his men. They looked tough and resigned to settling in for a long stretch. They could out-wait the Harmonians any day of the week. But one fresh young recruit was conspicuously absent. He turned to Flik, "Where's Hans?"
"Who?"
"That kid who kept asking questions."
"I don't know. I can't keep my eye on every little boy who's added to our ranks." The blue-clad man shook his head. Viktor often invested too much in these troops. They weren't anything special- just volunteers from throughout Dunan.
"Huh, well, we haven't been under much fire. He'll probably turn up," Viktor concluded before turning to the matter of another soldier. "Do you know who that is? The blond fellow with the cough?" he jerked his hand back, pointing over his shoulder at a white-faced young man leaning against the dirt wall and hacking noisily into his gloved hands.
"Never even seen him before," Flik noted plainly. He might not give the troops the kind of one-on-one attention Viktor lavished on them, but he knew which ones Klaus had put under their command.
"Think he's lost? Maybe he came from another group?"
"Maybe that's it..." Flik theorized uncomfortably, "But maybe it's not. Something about him just doesn't seem right..."
"Hey, soldier!" Viktor hailed the ailing man, striding toward him through the mud with Flik at his heels, "Are you feeling alright? Where'd you come from?"
"So you're Viktor," was all he said before being bent in two by a fit of coughing.
Flik drew back before he had come too close, alarmed by what he saw- those bloodshot eyes, that white skin, that forceful cough- it was clearly an advanced case of Coldfen Fever. "Stay back!" he warned Viktor, clapping a hand on his arm.
"What?" the big asked, clearly ignorant of the symptoms of the disease before him.
"Would they dare?" Flik mused through clenched teeth. How long had this man been among their troops? How many had he infected?
"Saint Cecilia!" the man gasped and closed his eyes. He slid to his knees, wracked with shakes and shivers.
Day/Theme: Aug. 11, 2008 "Trench fever"
Series: Suikoden II/III (deals with the Higheast Revolt)
Character/Pairing: Viktor, Flik, various soldiers
Rating: PG-13
Viktor glanced away from the nervous movements of the Harmonians camped across the river to scan the faces of his men. They looked tough and resigned to settling in for a long stretch. They could out-wait the Harmonians any day of the week. But one fresh young recruit was conspicuously absent. He turned to Flik, "Where's Hans?"
"Who?"
"That kid who kept asking questions."
"I don't know. I can't keep my eye on every little boy who's added to our ranks." The blue-clad man shook his head. Viktor often invested too much in these troops. They weren't anything special- just volunteers from throughout Dunan.
"Huh, well, we haven't been under much fire. He'll probably turn up," Viktor concluded before turning to the matter of another soldier. "Do you know who that is? The blond fellow with the cough?" he jerked his hand back, pointing over his shoulder at a white-faced young man leaning against the dirt wall and hacking noisily into his gloved hands.
"Never even seen him before," Flik noted plainly. He might not give the troops the kind of one-on-one attention Viktor lavished on them, but he knew which ones Klaus had put under their command.
"Think he's lost? Maybe he came from another group?"
"Maybe that's it..." Flik theorized uncomfortably, "But maybe it's not. Something about him just doesn't seem right..."
"Hey, soldier!" Viktor hailed the ailing man, striding toward him through the mud with Flik at his heels, "Are you feeling alright? Where'd you come from?"
"So you're Viktor," was all he said before being bent in two by a fit of coughing.
Flik drew back before he had come too close, alarmed by what he saw- those bloodshot eyes, that white skin, that forceful cough- it was clearly an advanced case of Coldfen Fever. "Stay back!" he warned Viktor, clapping a hand on his arm.
"What?" the big asked, clearly ignorant of the symptoms of the disease before him.
"Would they dare?" Flik mused through clenched teeth. How long had this man been among their troops? How many had he infected?
"Saint Cecilia!" the man gasped and closed his eyes. He slid to his knees, wracked with shakes and shivers.