✿6 [Accidental Voice / Action]

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[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.))

Comments

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And I do not bathe in them there, either! *The air starts crackling with electricity, but Rachel is having trouble actually getting a thunderbolt out.*

[donaldtrumpcard.livejournal.com]

You will get use to it. [He seen that crackling. And from it he came to the conclusion that Rachel is apparently not a NORMAL little girl. Though he could tell that from her attitude along. In that case he probably doesn't need to RUSH her to the hospital. Especially since she's resisting a lot for someone with a stab wound. Come along Rachel. He's starting to walk out of the apartment, and the buggies are dragging you along!]

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I most sincerely doubt that! Recall them! I demand that you recall them, now! I am perfectly capable of... going under my own power!

[donaldtrumpcard.livejournal.com]

If that were the case, you would have already done so.

[Closing the door to the apartment! Now he could drag you across the entire village like this, but that would be REALLY mean. Sooo he pauses.]

If you would prefer, I could simply take you home. The stab wound doesn't seem to be much more than a hindrance to you.

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I have not yet done so because I am being handled by these creatures...!

[donaldtrumpcard.livejournal.com]

And would they have been able to do so were you not injured?

You said you would fry them after all.

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Irrelevant! I should like to see you concentrate like this!

[donaldtrumpcard.livejournal.com]

[THAT WAS HIS POIN-- okay know what, talking to her is like talking to a brick wall, screw that. He's just going to start walking towards the clinic silently and having Rachel being dragged along by the bugs.]

I apologize if it bothers you, but this is the most efficient method.

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*Oh god this is still so very unpleasant she is still squirming and trying to swat them away from her*