✿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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*Grimaces.* Since when... has blood ever troubled a vampire?

A towel, then.

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It troubles me, and it's my apartment you landed in.

[But Rachel's voice shakes him off autopilot. The closet's nearby - he grabs a towel out of it and tosses it to her before heading back to the chair]

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Not by choice, I assure you. *She'll wrap the towel around the entrance and exit wounds on her front and back. Hopefully that'll help put Giles at ease.*

[consultmybooks]

[It does. Just a bit. Giles sits down by the chair with a sigh]

So. Do any damage?

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*No, she didn't. And that stings more than a wound ever could.* ...lightning will slow them down.

[consultmybooks]

Yes, I heard as much from Catherine. Being robotic, I suppose that would be the...

...sorry, you can use lightning?

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*Another deep breath, good lord that's painful.* Yes, I can. And wind, as well.

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Is that another of your abilities. Like teleporting? [He's surprised to realize that he really doesn't like the sound of Rachel in pain, and holds up the bottle of painkillers for her to see]

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*She nods.* It is. *Her normal longwindedness really isn't very feasible right now. Though at the painkillers, she grits her teeth and shakes her head. Her pride is battered, but it is on the line right now.*

[consultmybooks]

[Have it your own way, then, Rachel. Away the painkillers go.]

You're certainly a unique individual.

I suppose everyone is entitled to some reckless idiocy now and again.

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Not at all. I merely... know what I am capable of healing from. On my own. *Is it obvious that she's taken a serious bruising to her ego, Giles? It might be obvious.*

[consultmybooks]

[Is it very obvious that Giles doesn't care? He hopes it is.]

Yes, you look the picture of health.

I suppose you didn't even think to ask for information before you pulled this little stunt? Others who had fought the droids before might have been able to point you in the right direction.

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I will recover, and I need no one's assistance to do so.

*A pause, and she looks away.* ...knowledge would not have changed the outcome.

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You never know. [And God, when did he get optimistic]

[Then, brusquely] Anyway. Lightning is a good place to start. I have that from one of the Organization.

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*She shifts uncomfortably in the seat.* It is. ...they were able to reflect my weaker attacks, and my strongest spell one was ... interrupted. *She glances down at her stab wound.*

[consultmybooks]

Yes, well.

If it were easy, everyone would have done it.

[He glances at the stab wound, as well - he'd ask if she's all right, but he's pretty sure what the answer would be]

...can I get you some tea?

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...please. I am... quite thirsty.

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[And Giles is off into the kitchen. Rachel can hear him rummaging around, the sound of water being carefully poured and set on the stove. Giles stays in the kitchen to wait for it to boil, however]

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*And when he's gone, she'll let out a stiff breath she'd been holding in pain. Good lord, this hurts.*

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[Giles is very careful about making up the tea, and after a while he comes back out with a mug, which he'll carefully pass over to Rachel]

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*She takes it, not quite looking up at him.* ...it is appreciated.

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Happy to help. [Except...now he's really worried, Rachel. You just said something directly nice.] Look, if you're not at the risk of dying in the next five minutes, I can see about getting a hold of someone from the clinic.

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*It was, and she knows it. She'll have to make it up with extra nastiness later.* Mr. Watcher, would something like this be sufficient to... kill a vampire where you are from?

I shall heal... on my own.

[consultmybooks]

Depends. How close did they get to your heart?

[But no, Spike eventually healed from that church fire. Rachel will heal, he knows as much, it's just...

damn it, there's no fun sniping at her when she's hurt.]

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*She gives him a Look. It's a stomach wound.* My heart is in the same place yours is. Does it look close?