log; and then ferim was a moron

[nonidentity]

[It'd be a nice day today, if it weren't for the heat. Still, it's bearable, if you have common sense. Stay hydrated, don't wear heavy clothing, etc.

Ferim doesn't have common sense.

And the thing is—well, his outfit? It made him to carry him through the Ice Ages. At that time, he'd learned the valuable lesson of "human bodies don't react well when exposed to freezing temperatures". On the other hand, he has little experience with warm days, and so, at first, he's confused. Why is his body so sluggish????

Then, it occurs to him that oh. He's overheating.

AND THEN HE COLLAPSES ONTO THE GROUND.]

Comments

[gozen]

[Hot and cold doesn't bother a Servant. Removed from the physical world, they were essentially spirits who could flit about without a care for how practical their outfit was. Such was the case with Minamoto, who happened to be passing by. She was simply making the rounds, patrolling the campgrounds to make sure everything was clear.

...

She saw the boy from a distance away. She had wondered, at first, if he'd been another Servant. Why else would he be able to bear such heat with that awful outfit? Yet she seems him pass by.

Once.

Twice.

Finally, he collapses. Minamoto swoops in, crouching by his side.]

... excuse me. Can you hear me?

[nonidentity]

[It takes a few moments, but weakly—albeit still with some of Ferim's usual deadpan—from the ground,]

Yes...

[????? this is such a strange new phenomenon to him.]

[gozen]

[The poor thing. She pushes up his hood, resting her hand over his forehead. Her touch is gentle like a mother's.]

My, you're burning up! I'll help you to your feet. Come, take my hand.

[nonidentity]

[Ferim knows next to nothing about moms, so that comparison is lost on him—

Silently, as he has no reason not to listen to her, he takes her hand as requested.]

[gozen]

[She helps him up with relative ease. Minamoto adjusts their position so his arm is over her shoulders.]

My base isn't far from here. If you feel faint, tell me and I'll carry you.

[nonidentity]

[He blinks, though underneath his hood, it may not be noticeable.]

"Base"... that would be a center of operations, correct? Do you belong to some sort of organization...?

[gozen]

[Minamoto cheerfully chatters on.]

In a sense, yes. Though I doubt that you've heard of us. We're a small group, after all. Are you a mage?

[nonidentity]

Someone who uses magic—no, perhaps not.

[He wouldn't classify what he does within the realm of "magic", at least.]

[gozen]

You dress quite oddly, which is why I'm asking.

[only mages dress so dramatically, ok]

[nonidentity]

[Um????

He tilts his head.]

Oddly? I found this attire suitable for withstanding the extreme temperature of the Ice Age.

[gozen]

[.................................. oh dear.]

My, you've had quite a heatstroke.

[nonidentity]

[WOW

... except Ferim doesn't register any implication, so.]

Is that typically what happens to humans when exposed to high temperatures...?

[gozen]

[The admission that he isn't human doesn't seem to faze Minamoto. She gently sets him down by a pond.]

I see. Is this body new to you, stranger?