✿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

[consultmybooks]

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?

[consultmybooks]

You're a vampire that shoots lightning, can teleport, and doesn't inhabit the dead body of a human. How am I supposed to know where your heart is?

Decapitation, a stake through the heart, holy water, or sunlight. That's what kills a vampire from Sunnydale.

[redstringed]

And yet, that... has nothing to do with any of my organs. *She takes a sip.* Being stabbed through the heart and a decapitation would kill most anything.

[consultmybooks]

No, it usually has to be something specifically wooden. Piercing the heart with wood. Plenty of mythological basis why, but I'm just glad it works.

And I'd beg to differ on the subject of decapitation. The Deathwok Clan can survive it, provided that their bodies aren't mutilated. You never know, with some demons.

Besides, I've learned not to assume anything with you.

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That is why I said "most," not "all."

...I... find direct sunlight irritating, but it will not kill me.

[consultmybooks]

Yes, and I've found that "most" generally gets lost in translation to include "all". Too many people take it as norm right up until you find the exception. Sometimes that's necessary. Sometimes it isn't.

...your parasol certainly looks durable enough.

[redstringed]

It is. But I am capable of going without it. It is a bother, nothing more.

[consultmybooks]

So we're still not likely to see you out and about in the daylight, then?

[redstringed]

It is not unheard of. I do prefer the light of the moon, however.

[consultmybooks]

Yes. I'm a bit of a night owl, myself. Mostly by habit.

[redstringed]

And I would imagine your vocation would require... late hours, as well.

[consultmybooks]

It does, yes. The vampires we have back home are traditionally active at night, but most other demons seem to prefer it as well.

[redstringed]

Naturally. What better time to catch one's prey unawares?

[consultmybooks]

Granted, Sunnydale is particularly easy pickings at the best of times.

[redstringed]

Oh?

I have learned to never underestimate the stupidity of humans. *She takes a sip, and winces again*

[consultmybooks]

When it comes to Sunnydale, I'm afraid I have to agree with you. Must be at least a hundred cases of death by exsanguination every year, and no one ever catches on.

You know, if you're that proud, I could just crush up some painkillers and hide them in your next cup of tea.

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Have you not considered simply telling them? Or do you fear the mass panic that would result once thousands of small-minded simpletons learned that they were not the highest on the food chain?

*She frowns* I would prefer if you did no such thing. It is healing. That is enough for me.

[consultmybooks]

Mostly that, actually. At this point, the strength of their mass denial is almost to be admired. That, and they could have the four of us locked us up as for insanity.

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If your legal system would lock a man up simply for bizarre beliefs, I can hardly believe every single citizen would not be shackled in a straitjacket.

[consultmybooks]

You'd be amazed.

The fact that those..."in charge", I suppose you might say...were actively conspiring to keep things a secret didn't help matters.

To be fair, Sunnydale's asylums are still very overcrowded. More so when a hellgoddess came to town and started feeding on people's sanity.

[redstringed]

For what reason were they continuing to cover up matters? Was it out of naive foolishness, or was there some benefit to them?

...my, that sounds quite troublesome.

[consultmybooks]

The benefit, at least at first, was that they were in the pay of the city Mayor. And the city Mayor was in the employ of several powerful demonic patrons that he allowed to have free reign of Sunnydale, in exchange for one day becoming a True Demon himself.