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[color=f7976a]Level 2-[/color]
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Word Count: [color=fff79a]903[/color]
[color=fff79a]+2 EXP[/color]
Frozen Highlands - Dragonspire
[color=39b54a]Malaise Counter: [/color] ////////// (0/10)[/center]

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The Prisoner looked upward at the cold (probably both physically and socially) Albedo, who inquired The Prisoner about his infectiousness. [color=f7976a]"Gee, don't get too excited."[/color] He edged back at Albedo's displeased tone. [color=f7976a]"Well... I'll be real, I don't really know."[/color] The Prisoner would've shrugged if he had arms to do so. [color=f7976a]"All I know is that whatever happened to me to make me a headless freak tends to deteriorate the corpses I live in. If it wasn't obvious, I'm dead, and piggyback off dead people's bodies to get around."[/color] The Prisoner, rather than asking for a boost up the ledge they had begun climbing up, stuck to the wall, and rolled upwards, meeting the top with relative ease thanks to the Homunculus Rune.

[color=f7976a]"Yeah, no, touching me is a bad idea, and I guess by carrying me, I more meant maybe letting me sit in an empty bag or something until I can get my hands on a beheaded person."[/color] He watched for a moment as Albedo assisted Frisk up the ledge, unable to give immediate assistance. [color=f7976a]"And yeah, in this form, the best I can do for you in a fight is launch myself at an enemy and maybe cause a distraction. I'm kinda useless right now."[/color] He stared at Albedo for a moment as he chatted The Prisoner up some more for a moment. [i][color=f7976a]Damn, this guy talks a lot...[/color][/i] The Prisoner thought to himself, not particularly upset by the new company. [color=f7976a]"Nope. Cold feels cold, warm feels cold, hot feels cold. The only thing I can feel is direct pain from the nerves in a body I hitch rides from, 'sides that, everything's pretty numb."[/color] 

Once both party members had managed to mount the cliffside, The Prisoner looked back to Frisk who had answered the same questions Albedo had previously answered. [color=f7976a]"Hmm... Yeah! I think a sack could work for now. Good thinking kid!- Er, guess I should just call you Frisk now. Don't look very kiddish anymore."[/color]  He thought about the travel between where the cliff side they stood atop and the camp. [color=f7976a]"Isn't the camp a bit of a ways back though, now that I think about it now?"[/color]

The Prisoner watched for a moment as Frisk produced a pink heart from their own body and offered it to the blob. For a moment, the scene confused The Prisoner as Frisk dropped it on top of his mangled head. [color=f7976a]"Ey, what're you-"[/color] The Prisoner was cut off by the heart dissolving into him, causing his head to lose the grey shade clouding it and the place where an eye would be to return to its natural form. His original body slowly fizzled back to life, starting at his feet and repairing itself upward as his head floated slowly upward, following the reconstructed body. Once his body was back to its original shape, The Prisoner's viral head writhed through the headless corpse, filling it with his disease, allowing him to possess it once again. [url=https://64.media.tumblr.com/5c6be148ac797e91f4ef400a99b071e8/tumblr_pddoe98vUE1tadmjoo1_250.gifv]He clenched his fists, forcing his head to reappear on the nape of the neck.[/url] [color=f7976a]"Y'know, that is much better."[/color] He said, examining his returned body. The Prisoner gave Frisk a thumbs up as he inspected his weapons which were back in his possession again. Huh... That usually didn't happen.

In fact, a lot of the Prisoner's thoughts seemed to clear up, as he began to notice a lot of oddities in this world. [color=f7976a]"Wait."[/color] He said, confusion now present in his tone. [color=f7976a]"Where the hell even am I, this ain't an island..."[/color] The prisoner scratched his head like a confused monkey for a minute. [color=f7976a]"Usually when I die in a corpse, all my loot disappears."[/color] He held out his Balanced Blade for a minute as it indeed had come back into his possession. [color=f7976a]"Ugh, this is hurting my brain."[/color] He said, completely aware of the fact he had none to have been aching.

After recuperating somewhat from the shock of being released from Galeems influence, The Prisoner checked his loot once again to notice a new, yet very familiar item...

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New Power!
[url=https://deadcells.fandom.com/wiki/Health_Flask]Health Flask IV[/url]
The Prisoner carries a clear, dirty bottle around with him containing a thick orange fluid. Drinking the flask produces a quick healing effect which heals 30% of all of The Prisoner’s wounds. The flask can sustain 4 uses and resets every time The Prisoner’s body desecrates. Can restore 1 click from the Malaise meter.
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The Prisoner sloshed the contents of the flask around for a moment as he scratched his nonexistent chin. [color=f7976a]"Hmm..."[/color] He grumbled to himself as he thought for a moment. Both of them had sustained some pretty nasty injuries and he had just the fix for it! He snapped his fingers with an "a-ha!" idea and turned on his heel, chasing after Albedo and Frisk in a frenzy to catch back up to them from the short distance they made. [color=f7976a]"WAAAIIIIT!!"[/color] He shouted, waving the flask in the air for a moment, trying to catch their attention.

As The Prisoner approached them again, he held out the vial. [color=f7976a]"This, will help with your injuries."[/color] He said gesturing to the bottle as he swirled the liquid inside. [color=f7976a]"Now I know you guys probably don't have full trust in me, but I don't think being in this condition while being ambushed is 100% ideal."[/color] He uncorked the bottle, offering it to the two. [color=f7976a]"So trust me on this."[/color]