✿6 [Accidental Voice / Action]
Oct. 9th, 2010 10:57 pm[Voice]
*The journal starts picking up the sounds of a fight in progress, as if someone had dropped their journal accidentally.* Noel, get back!
*Then, odd whooshes of air and the sound of metal striking metal - but they're interrupted by a crack of thunder. There's silence for a few moments, and then a second, louder clap of thunder, followed shortly by the sound of furniture breaking and another voice - some might recognize it as Noel Vermillion - shouting.* Rachel! Ahh...
*Silence, interrupted only by the sound of metal footsteps. But then the first voice speaks again, though it seems slightly weaker.* You dare...?! Do... not turn your backs... on me...!
Baden Baden Lil--
*The speaker is suddenly cut off, and the journal is splattered by little crimson droplets, as though someone was writing in it. There's a thump and the sound of something - or someone - being dragged away, and then silence. The feed cuts out.*
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*Where are you? What are you doing? It doesn't matter, because there's a young girl dressed in a frilly gothic lolita dress teleporting near to you with a shower of roses. She looks rather beaten-up, and is clutching a bleeding wound at her stomach.
Needless to say, Rachel does not look happy. This wasn't where she wanted to end up.*
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((OOC: So, Rachel tried to get some revenge on the Malnosso by attacking the droids coming to kidnap Noel. She failed spectacularly. So she's wounded, unable to focus on her teleportation, and she's taken a heavy blow to her pride. This won't end well.))
*The journal starts picking up the sounds of a fight in progress, as if someone had dropped their journal accidentally.* Noel, get back!
*Then, odd whooshes of air and the sound of metal striking metal - but they're interrupted by a crack of thunder. There's silence for a few moments, and then a second, louder clap of thunder, followed shortly by the sound of furniture breaking and another voice - some might recognize it as Noel Vermillion - shouting.* Rachel! Ahh...
*Silence, interrupted only by the sound of metal footsteps. But then the first voice speaks again, though it seems slightly weaker.* You dare...?! Do... not turn your backs... on me...!
Baden Baden Lil--
*The speaker is suddenly cut off, and the journal is splattered by little crimson droplets, as though someone was writing in it. There's a thump and the sound of something - or someone - being dragged away, and then silence. The feed cuts out.*
[Action]
*Where are you? What are you doing? It doesn't matter, because there's a young girl dressed in a frilly gothic lolita dress teleporting near to you with a shower of roses. She looks rather beaten-up, and is clutching a bleeding wound at her stomach.
Needless to say, Rachel does not look happy. This wasn't where she wanted to end up.*
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((OOC: So, Rachel tried to get some revenge on the Malnosso by attacking the droids coming to kidnap Noel. She failed spectacularly. So she's wounded, unable to focus on her teleportation, and she's taken a heavy blow to her pride. This won't end well.))
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Date: 2010-10-10 03:04 am (UTC)Wh-Wh-What, meow?!
[oh it's the bunny lady
except she is kind of badly hurt and being a blood sprinkler.]
You have to go to the clinic neow!
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Date: 2010-10-10 03:09 am (UTC)I... I will do no such thing. I am fine.
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Date: 2010-10-10 03:31 am (UTC)[Action]
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From:I can't not troll Rachel.
Date: 2010-10-10 03:05 am (UTC)Poor Rachel.
Date: 2010-10-10 03:12 am (UTC)Yes. I am weeping for her as we speak.
Date: 2010-10-10 03:15 am (UTC)Rachel?! Who did...you kill?!
Trolled by Xander. That will make her feel much better!
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From:At least she knows Xander. ...that may not be a good thing.
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From:He'll never be intimidated by her again...! :(
From:Oh, I'm sure he'll still be a total deer in the headlights.
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From:/godmodes---smack me if this is too much so.
From:Nah XD
From:Okay good---If I had AIM right now I could have asked ahead. But I do not. : (
From:If there is a post where godmoding Rachel is okay, it's this one XD
From:Hurrah!
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Date: 2010-10-10 03:20 am (UTC)But alas, she's here.]
Rachel!? Wh-What-- [No. That can wait.]
Don't move. [This may be Rachel - Rachel of all people, but she has to do something about that wound...]
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Date: 2010-10-10 03:28 am (UTC)--I'm fine.
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Date: 2010-10-10 03:38 am (UTC)[Her tone softens.] Now the sooner you hold still so I can activate a healing ars, the sooner you can get back to more important things such as criticizing people's tastes in film.
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Date: 2010-10-10 04:00 am (UTC)...Did they leave you here?
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Date: 2010-10-10 04:05 am (UTC)...you mean the Malnosso.
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Date: 2010-10-10 04:10 am (UTC)...
Roses are too strong smelling. [Man, he's gonna have to take you to the hospital now isn't he? This is going to be fun diddly-un.]
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Date: 2010-10-10 04:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-10-10 04:23 am (UTC)You look like you need a doctor.
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Date: 2010-10-10 04:34 am (UTC)I shall be fine.
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Date: 2010-10-10 05:06 am (UTC)Action
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Date: 2010-10-10 06:31 am (UTC)Holy Shi-
[Wait. What. The snarky putz has just gone from lounging in a big chair with a book, to halfway across his apartment sorting through a first aid kit in less than a second.]
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Date: 2010-10-10 06:43 am (UTC)[Action]
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Date: 2010-10-10 12:08 pm (UTC)!! What happened?
[He hurries over and immediately starts healing her. A ribbon of zaiphon (http://i799.photobucket.com/albums/yy280/shiroitamashi/zaiphon.jpg) swirls round her stomach.]
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Date: 2010-10-10 06:24 pm (UTC)[Action]
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Date: 2010-10-10 07:31 pm (UTC)His first impulse, when all he sees is the blond hair and the frilly dress, is to get indignant. And, indeed, he opens his mouth to snap at Rachel before he fully takes in the scene and oh dear god, that's blood.]
Rachel, what on earth happened?!
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Date: 2010-10-10 07:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-10-11 01:34 am (UTC)[Etna's apartment? Oops. Definitely not where Rachel wanted to end up, most likely. She's eating pudding and sitting on her Prinny (http://uptojump.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/prinny.jpg), which is sweating from discomfort.]
Don't even think about bleeding on the floor!
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Date: 2010-10-11 02:11 am (UTC)I... assure you, I am not bleeding by my choice.
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