The Piano Knows Something I Don't [Open]

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Roxie's lair is much as it has been, though there have been a few changes. With the girl's paranoia inducing the place to run at half-alert status, the runes across the outside walls stand out in softly-glowing dark-edged curlicue, and odd posts topped with silver-chrome metal orbs stand out at odd angles from the building, humming softly. On the edges of the roof perch things like small birds carved out of bits of ivory and fragments of office supplies.

On a level past the physical, the entire building glows with a soft supernatural aura—practically broadcasting that it's at weapons-readied status.

But the door is open, as it long has been, and there is no impediment to entering. Won't you come in?

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Roxie pauses a moment, and then begins listing off symptoms. If not for the durability that the girl already has, the general prognosis of all of it would point to some kind of deathly illness. Paleness, clammy skin, general fatigue, dizzyness, loss of appetite, nonspecific pains...

[redeyes_andblue]

...Well, then.

That doesn't sound good at all.

Zelda's frowning by the end of the list, tapping her fingers against her side. "I'm not certain I can heal you without knowing what's causing it," she admits, "Althogh I can try healing some of the symptoms... it's not a lasting solution, though."