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Asphodel

The Graveyard Aeanoid
Owner: vorpalwyrm

Age: 3 years, 2 weeks, 2 days

Born: March 19th, 2023

Adopted: 3 years, 2 weeks, 2 days ago

Adopted: March 19th, 2023

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Statistics

• Level: 20
   
• Strength: 31
   
• Defense: 11
   
• Speed: 12
   
• Health: 13
   
• HP: 13/13
   
• Intelligence: 109
   
• Books Read: 102
• Food Eaten: 398
• Job: Full-Time Test Subject

doctor, can you help me?

The urge to work and succeed trumps the urge to live.

Her hands shake and tremble. She's been eating and drinking well, but nothing is helping her condition. She's not feeling well at all, she feels like she's starving, and those energy drinks have dehydrated her further than she could imagine. Her ability to control her limbs has grown weaker. She wants to go outside. She wants to sit in the sun and let it embrace her in its comfortable warmth, not like the cold, artificial fluorescent lights above her head that beat down but give her nothing. No joy. No . . . energy.

She insists now on the windows staying closed. Every time they're open, she finds herself sitting in front of them for hours on end without even noticing the passage of time. Something is wrong. Something about all of this is wrong. Yet she doesn't admit it; she's far too proud.

She shuts her eyes, leans back, and releases a heavy sigh. The exhaustion is making it hard to focus. She needs to go outside. She needs to go outside.

When she wakes, it's to the sun on her face and birdsong surrounding her. The room was gone somewhere behind her. Hands hold tight to her shoulders, keeping her in place, but there is no need. She almost swears she feels something pulling up when she lifts her feet; those mere few moments in the sun revitalized her. It barely crosses her mind that she's lost time, that it's now midday when it had been morning what she assumed was only moments before. She's ready to tackle her work again, and this time, she's going to fix things.

This time, she's going to perfect it. Exhaustion be damned, she's going to help.

let's build a flower, let's watch it grow.

she/her | ariesasphodel - "lily," part of the greek mythological afterlife.

The mindset of success and trying not to disappoint anyone has poisoned Asphodel's mind. To the point that she's turned herself into some amalgamation of science and fiction in her fumbling after several all-night testing sessions in her own home. The plant she was testing the genetics of seems to have . . . unusual effects when applied to non-plant beings. Loss of time, lack of appetite, and inordinate thirst are only a few.

And her hands have started to take on bruising and a strange, greenish hue to boot.

Her notes have become more and more incoherent as these progress. Nothing is making sense when she writes them down. She's been trying to discern it whenever she wakes. And her entire body seems to be taking on a different shape as she goes further down this path . . . .

If only she could make sense of what she means by "I'm turning into a plant." That isn't possible, is it?