redstringed | ✿6 [Accidental Voice / Action]

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✿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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[He backs away for a moment, and reluctantly. Only because that flailing will be doing her fewer favors than leaving her be.]

Bull. Unless you mean you'll be perfectly fine once you're revived by the Malnosso. From the looks of things, it's a miracle you've got this much fight in you... or any at all.

*She pulls herself up a bit, hissing at the pain.* Idiot... I've survived worse.

[Still doesn't believe you, loli.]

And how the hell did you manage that without medical help?

*Badass loli!* I am not... nearly so fragile as... you seem to think me to be.

I merely require... rest. That is all.

Clearly, given that you're not dead yet.

[After a moment, he sighs dejectedly.]

I suppose you think you're in perfectly adequate shape to go marching back to your own place right now too, eh?

*She clutches at her side a bit firmer.* That was where I had been going before I... found myself off-mark.

I gathered that much. Between the bleeding and what I recall of our last meeting, I had a feeling this wasn't a social call.

[He glares at her side.]

So, you won't let me bandage that wound, never mind you'll be less likely to injure yourself further. What CAN I do to help?

*A little grimace* Either leave me be or... drink. I am-- I am thirsty.

Don't have it in me to just leave you alone. Maybe if you worked a little harder at being an arrogant brat~

[He turns for the door.]

Be right back, the kitchen is just at the other end of the hall.

*She hisses a little under her breath.* ...idiot.

[He gives her SUCH A LOOK.]

...what?

You were going to fetch a drink, were you not? ...go.

[He eyes her over his shoulder as he disappears out the door, wearing a mixture of concern and consternation.]

I'll be back. Don't go dying on me.

I shall endeavor not to.

[And he's back, glass of water in one hand, still giving Rachel a worried stare.]

Here. You sure this is all you need?

*She takes the glass, sipping slowly.* Indeed.

...I have walked away from worse wounds in the past.

[He takes a few steps back, leaning against the wall as he watches her.]

And how is it exactly you can manage something like that?

*Another sip.* I am not nearly so fragile as you believe me to be.

What's your secret though? You some sort of vampire, or just a particularly resilient fan of gothic lolita?

[At least he thinks he's kidding...?]

*And at that, her only answer is to open her mouth just enough so that he can see two little fangs.*

...Well, that does explain most everything, at least. Begs the question of what you actually meant by a drink though, doesn't it?

[He makes a wary motion indicating the glass in her hand.]

This will do. ...I have no taste for that.

[He raises an eyebrow.]

So... what is it that you do for sustenance then?

What do you do for sustenance? I manage.

[His mouth twists his expression to something approaching apologetic.]

Sorry, just curious. Never heard of a vampire that didn't need to drink blood- though before I got here, they were never anything but a work of fiction, heh.

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