redstringed | ✿6 [Accidental Voice / Action]

[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.*

[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.*

***

((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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*There is probably a list of "top five people Rachel doesn't want to see her like this" somewhere. And Remilia is probably on it.* ...Remilia.

And what, may I ask, happened to you?

*Steading herself against a wall.* The... droids. The Malnosso's lackeys.

I see. It would be safe to suppose that you won't be asking me for any assistance?

*She forces a laugh.* H-ha! My... my dear Remilia, you don't believe I truly need your help... do you?

[line face]

Yes.

Remain where you are and I will render assistance.

*She's now just leaning against the wall. Crap. She really doesn't want to be in Remilia's debt.* Really, that... won't be necessary.

I doubt you have much of a choice in the matter.

*My face when

Because unfortunately, Rachel knows that Remilia has a point. There's no way she can resist like this.* ...do as you will, then.

I shall.

[she leaves

and comes back with hot water, a rag, and whatever disinfectant products she can scrounge up

and a chair. being strong is nice despite being small]

Here, take a seat.

*Rachel sits in the offered chair, not looking at Remilia as she does so.*

I suppose you will take great delight in this.

That would be rather unbecoming of me. I like to help when I can, that is all.

Now, may I assume you can regenerate that wound?

Yes, I most certainly can. I merely... require rest.

Then I won't worry about that detail then.

[instead, she starts cleaning her face with the water and rag]

*This is embarrassing.

This is very, very embarrassing.*

[you wouldn't believe how ridiculously fun it is for Remilia

and also disinfecting any stray cuts]

[but wait, it'll get even better]

*If the disinfectant stings, she doesn't show it. Because, y'know, stabbed through the stomach probably hurts more. And Rachel isn't meeting Remilia's eyes at the moment.*

[When she stops...she pulled out an extra Remilia style gothlic lolita outfit. They're about the same size, right?]

You should put this on. The one you're wearing is rather messed up at the moment.

*Oh hell no. That sound you hear is Rachel mentally headdesking. And she just looks at Remilia.* You cannot be serious.

[Oh hell yes]

I happen to be very serious.

I would hardly allow myself to be caught dead wearing something so ... pink.

*...but it's not looking like she has a choice, is it.*

Black is hardly suiting so you will just have to put it on.

You must get your eyes examined, Remilia. I fear you are seeing things.

*Sigh.* ...very well.

[:D]

Good. The bathroom is just around the corner. I will prepare tea in the meantime.

*When she gets up, she's still bleeding, just. Not as much. Still, her walking is slow - though she refuses to let herself limp while Remilia can see her - as she carries the outfit into the bathroom and begins to disrobe.

Wow, now that she can see the wound... they'd really gotten her, hadn't they? It's a small puncture, but it goes all the way through. Somehow, looking at it like this makes it even more humiliating.

She reluctantly changes into Remilia's clothing, making sure to put a thin layer of towel on the wound so that she won't bleed over the other girl's clothing. She doesn't want to owe Remilia any more than she does already.*