It had gotten to the point where it was simpler to just close his eyes, even if that didn't completely stop the vivid images. The burning in his veins seemed to ease, if only barely, with every step he moved forward which was a good sign. Eventually he felt his head hit something and he opened his eyes again. The room, his actual surroundings, were what came in brief glimpses now, but still enough for him to get a vague sense of where he was. As his eyes shut again, Araki reached for the door handle blindly and flicked it a few times, failing to open it in the end.
Aresia couldn't really find a real pattern behind the numbering of the doors, one would assume the first number tells you which 'floor' it would be, but no, instead, they just seemed to continually go from probably 1 to whatever the highest number was. In the end the maid-butler simply found a close number to 205 and started to make her way from there, and now, at 207, she was just about to reach her goal. "...?" Right, that was room 205, and for some weird reason the door was was having some sort of seizure. Yeah, right, the black hair didn't bother at first, but now she recalled that the annoying guy who tried to cool her off was also supposed to sleep inside this room. Giving off a small sigh Aresia shrugged with her shoulders, whatever, he probably wanted to sleep anyways just like her. Though, that did not explain the wild door. Not getting anywhere however, the fire maid did what every person who wanted to enter a room would do: She opened the friggin' door.
A door to the face was enough to floor Araki in his current condition. He couldn't even tell who was on the other side either, not that it was a concern of his anyways. With a grimace he sat up and shook his head for a moment before it became clear that he needed to put more distance from the room. With considerable effort and a few stumbles, he managed to stand and tried to brush his way past whoever had opened the door.
Well, that was apparently a thing? Giving the water guy a few confused looks the maid butler ultimately shrugged again, not like she really cared. Entering the room herself now the maid-butler actually managed to get surprised, just what the hell happened here? Was...that guy possessed or something?...That would be silly, even the mess wouldn't have been a problem if not for the fact for that kind-of hole inside the wall. It made the entire undertaking a lot more COLD. "Urgh..." Well, it was nothing that a top-tier maid like her could not fix! Even if she didn't have the right tools, she could always choose a makeshift solution... . One ripped out door later, a bit of Talentium powers there and some other damaged furniture over here and the opening towards the outside was fixed. Sure, it looked ugly as hell and all BUT at least it wasn't as windy anymore! Further using her power to quickly raise the room temperature some more it was finally time for the black-hair to now rest.
A few steps down the hallway and Araki slumped against and slid down the wall. Eyes shut to blissful darkness and when he slowly reopened them, he saw the hallway he sat in rather than a number of unknown landscapes or scenes. The sound of splintering wood caused him to turn his attention back towards the room as its door was ripped from its hinges. With little reason to care about why that had been done, he got back up on his feet and continued away from the room, trying to find the way back down to the lowest deck. Though his mind was no longer bombarded with strange sights, the fever still wracked his body and left him with little desire other than to curl up and fall asleep.
