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.*

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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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*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.*

[so much tsun

Remilia, while Rachel is off doing that, is putting on some tea. She's been SLOWLY teaching herself and it's been rather acceptable tasting for a while. At least it's not the garbage she started making.]

*You bring out the tsun in her, Remilia.

...she's just doing the dress. Not the hat. She's going to leave her black hair ribbons in because she likes them and dammit she's going to keep a bit of her outfit.

She looks at herself in the mirror. Ugh. She can't believe she's wearing this thing. ...though it fits her fairly well, surprisingly. After she's made sure it looks as good as it's ever going to, she (just as slowly) walks out of the bathroom to where Remilia has the tea.*

[Remi is already pouring two cups.]

Oh...that looks rather nice on you.

There is little I could wear that would not look nice on me. *She's still so... pink. They're both so pink.*

What kind of tea is that?

It happens to be red tea. That will be sufficient enough.

*She frowns.* I do hope it is not your traditional "red tea," Remilia.

It is proper tea, Rachel.

Then I have no qualms. You can understand my caution, of course.

[passing over a cup]

No, I cannot understand your caution. What would there be to worry about?

*She takes it.* We have discussed this before. You know I find the taste of blood utterly repellent.

That seems more like a personal problem rather than something to worry about.

It is no problem of mine. I merely wished to ensure that you had not made your usual blood tea. Would you always serve something to a guest that they found disgusting?