✿2 [Action] The dangers of moving in

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*Hey, you. Yeah, you!

Where are you right now? At home? Out and about? In the bath?

It doesn't matter where you are, because in a second, there's going to be a strange black vortex right nearby. And as the vortex fades, it will be leaving in its place a young-looking vampire girl in a gothic lolita outfit. She has some furniture with her; something nice like a tasteful armchair with an Ottoman, or whatever.

She also looks very angry at the fact that her spatial teleportation keeps going awry.* This... miserable little pigsty!



*The TL;DR Version: There is now an angry loli vampire in your immediate vicinity. She has furniture.*

(ooc: CR building post! Rachel has teleported into wherever your character is while trying to get furniture back to her new home. Feel free to determine whatever setting would be most awesome/interesting/hilarious! Standard Rachel Warning applies - she will be kind of mean.)

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*Not all the ti-- okay, yeah, all the time.*

Hm. ...very well, then. Perhaps this place is undergoing more of a shift than I had anticipated.

[capital-justice.livejournal.com]

A shift?

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Do not make me repeat myself.

In short, my destination is no longer where it was.

[capital-justice.livejournal.com]

I apologize. [This is totally why Yuri hates nobles, isn't it.]

I see. So then, why don't you try walking to your destination?

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*A look. At the furniture.*

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Ah... I see what you mean. Maybe I could assist?

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I am not one for manual labor. If you consider yourself capable of carrying my belongings without so much as a single scratch, perhaps you can be of use.

[capital-justice.livejournal.com]

[He's going to assume she meant to say thank you.]

Where would you like me to carry them?

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Building 6. Apartment 13, on the third floor.

Do you believe you can manage?

[capital-justice.livejournal.com]

It's far but... I think I can manage.

[And what are we carrying today, Rachel?]

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*An armchair. A comfortable one, too.*

[capital-justice.livejournal.com]

[Dear lord. It's a fucking armchair. He has to carry it. Whyyyyyy.]

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*You offered~*

[capital-justice.livejournal.com]

[He did. Time to pick it up. It'll be heavy, but he said he would do it. This little girl really needed his help!

...

GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH]

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*Okay. That's almost kind of amusing.* Ah, but you should be careful~ If there is a single scratch on it, I will be most displeased.

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Don't... [HRRRNNNGHHH] Worry... [HE'S LIFTING IT. ISN'T HE AMAZING. GOD IT'S HEAVY.] About it.

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Oh, I assure you, I shan't.

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[Flynn is barely carrying the armchair, but he is. And he's moving. Not too fast, but he's moving.

Why did her destination have to be so fucking far?]

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*Why is she enjoying this?

It'd be better if it were Ragna, but still.*

[capital-justice.livejournal.com]

[Hey, maybe they could work together here! Except not really.

At least Flynn is making progress, because he is determined. Maybe, just maybe if he showed that he was capable and not some jackass walking around Luceti, he could find the good in this girl. There's no way she could just be a douchebag without some sort of heart in there, right?

Why, Flynn? Why?]

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*Hey! She... has some sort of heart!

At least she isn't making him carry her WITH the chair.* My, that looks so very heavy.

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[STOP TRYING TO DISTRACT HIIIIIIM.] It is...!

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If you don't feel up to the task, you can put it down.

[capital-justice.livejournal.com]

No, no... I... I got it. [RACHEL YOU ARE SO MEAN.]

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*She's telling him he can put it down! Jeez, she can't get a break.*

If you insist, then~