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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*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.