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=='''Chapter Three: The Infection Strikes'''==

Morticia was in her tent with her meds to try and abate her disease for another day when she heard Furia scream in more rage than she'd head from her cousin in- well, ever, really. She'd never heard Furia this angry before.
Poking her head out, she saw Furia standing in her tent's 'doorway' (insofar as you can call a tent flap a 'doorway'), face already Mechanicum-red and deepening to beet with every passing second. Veins bulged as her cousin's rage only grew ever stronger. The anger was almost palpable, it was that strong. Morticia quickly decided this was not something she wanted to get involved in any time this side of the Ides Of Never, and quickly ducked back in her tent. Furia, however, was nowhere near that passive, and it wasn't long before her shadow fell across Morticia's tent, with something long and thick held in one hand. Morticia looked outside again, seeing Furia holding a baseball bat wrapped in razor wire, which she looked ready to use on just about any poor sucker unfortunate enough to get caught in the blast zone. Furia's head snapped around like a hawk to focus in on Morticia, and seeing her sickly cousin, she visibly made an effort to control her anger, but still came over.

'Mort', Furia said, with all the threat of an Imperial Armada poised to virus-bomb you, 'you wouldn't know who was in my tent and looking at my diary, would you? Wait- it wasn't you, ''was it''?!' Furia growled, raising her bat to inflict Exterminatus-level damage, before realizing who she was in front of, and dropping the bat again.
'N-no, Furia, I d-don't know-w who w-was in your t-tent. I d-don't want to die l-like that!' Morticia stammered. Though her cousin had the policy of no angry shit around the Daughter Of Death, she was still in the worst mood Morticia had ever seen her in.
'Someone was in my tent and looking at my diary!' Furia growled, like a volcano poised to blow. 'I'm gonna find out who did it, and...' Furia tailed off, her rage evaporating faster than water on a hotplate as she looked at her sick cousin, seeing a fresh round of bloody tears pouring from her eyes and some blood dripping from her nose like a tap. Morticia was having another disease attack, and had no medicine in her hand. She needed her inhaler in hand to counteract fits such as this, but it was in her tent, and Furia hadn't the foggiest of how to use it. Anger turned fully to fear, then increased to horror as Morticia got worse and worse right before her eyes, with Furia unable to do anything about it. What Furia was truly afraid of, though, was that it was her '''not''' holding back her anger that had caused this attack.

Furia turned her face skyward, and sent out a call with her voice, famous at Imperator High, in a cry of desperation, the likes of which would never be heard again, or at the very least, by nobody but her cousins.

'MORTICIA'S HAVING ANOTHER ATTACK! SOMEONE, ANYONE, '''''HELP'''''!!!'

EVERYONE heard that call and came at the run. The first to arrive was Faith, who promptly dove into Morticia's tent and returned with the inhaler, Victoria arriving to prop her cousin upright to make sure the medicine went straight into her lungs when it was administered. All the other Daughters stood around, waiting for Morticia to stop making hacking noises like her guts were trying to exit via reverse peristalsis (that's a fancy word for puke, dimwit).

Thanks to Faith and Victoria, Morticia was soon back to her usual fragile self, but Victoria looked more tearful than somebody who had just helped save her cousin had any business being. When she turned to Furia and confessed, Furia's anger quickly swelled, but peaked and began to abate when Victoria told her she'd been concerned about her and wanted to help. Naturally, Furia was a long way off buying it, but it was an explanation, at least. It would have to do for now. 
'You. Me. Over there. NOW.' Furia growled at her cousin, pointing to a hard patch of ground outside the tent circle surrounded by thorns. Victoria looked around, but got no sympathetic looks. 

'You caused this, Victoria. Now you need to face the consequences.' Faith intoned, like reading a verdict that the Church might have passed on a heretic on Old Earth before they burnt them at the stake. So it was that Fulgrim's and Angron's daughters fought. Naturally, the fight did not go anywhere near well for Victoria. One small mercy was that Furia caused no injuries that would swell up, and none on the face, either. Furia later said it was her showing restraint as Victoria had confessed, so she couldn't be ''that'' angry. 
The aftermath found Furia with a few bruises too- Victoria may have been vain and avoided fighting, but that didn't make her defenseless. It was another Remilia/Petra situation- there was a mutual respect beginning to develop between the two cousins- though, in Furia's case, tempered with a healthy amount of caution.