✿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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So I see. How fortuitous that none of the students ever tried to borrow any of those tomes, then.

They are a lot of fools one and all, living in a false reality where they are the blazing centerpoint of the universe.

[consultmybooks]

[He winces, theatrically] For a vampire, you have a depressingly good grasp on the average human condition.

[redstringed]

An audience member who fails to comprehend the play on the stage is a very poor observer indeed.

And unlike the vampires you may be familiar with, I do not waste my life hunting and consuming.

[consultmybooks]

No, it seems you've don't. And I appreciate that, you understand.

...that's the second time you've done that, though. Referred to things, to life, to my life in particular, as a "show". [He seems curious more than anything]

[redstringed]

Oh my, have I? I hadn't realized. *Though, judging from the look on her face...*

It is merely force of habit. You must excuse me.

[consultmybooks]

You're excused, then. Everyone's allowed their strange habits.

[redstringed]

Indeed, I suppose we are, aren't we?

*...though she reaches up to hide her mouth, Rachel can't quite conceal a small yawn.*

[consultmybooks]

[Giles does not appear to notice]

So. What are you going to do now?

[redstringed]

My intent was to return to my domicile. ...I shall be perfectly fine with rest.

[consultmybooks]

Teleporting in your state seems like it would be...problematic.

[redstringed]

Nonsense. Whatever... *Another tiny yawn* ...pain there is, is fully manageable now.

[consultmybooks]

Of course. [He doesn't believe you for a second, Rachel.

He looks a teeny bit concerned for you, in fact.]

Well, no rush.

[redstringed]

No, I suppose not.

*She closes her eyes and gives a barely noticeable Rachel smile* There is no need for concern on your part. Especially not for a vampire.

[consultmybooks]

Oh, don't be like that.

I've yet to meet anyone in this place as intelligent and, honestly, as frankly fun to argue with as you are.

I must say, I'd be sorry to lose that.

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*And at that, she pauses for a moment... and then audibly chuckles.* That, Mr. Watcher, I shall not argue with. I do so enjoy a good game.

But there was never any risk of that in the first place.

[consultmybooks]

[Sounding to be in a much better mood]

Excellent.

See that there isn't.

[redstringed]

*She takes another sip of her tea; it seems she's almost finished the cup.* ...then I shall impose no longer.

[consultmybooks]

You're not imposing.

But if you want to leave, I certainly can't stop you.

[redstringed]

No, you certainly can not.

...I am not fond of relying on the aid of others, Mr. Watcher.

[consultmybooks]

[And here's the sarcasm]

Oh, really? I hadn't noticed.

...I'm certainly not one to argue that point. Go on, if you're feeling up for it. Tell people that we argued and I was completely unhelpful, if it makes you feel better.

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Oh? Perhaps I shall.

Perhaps you should do the same.

[consultmybooks]

Perhaps I shall.

Wouldn't do to have people think that a vampire and a vampire had actually gotten at all friendly, now would it? [But by the tone of his voice, it's clear that this is all pure speculation]

((ooc: And now all that's left is for Rachel to find out that Giles was the one to help Noel escape...))

[redstringed]

I'm certain your comrades-in-arms might never forgive you.

*She sets the teacup down beside her.* And that would be so terribly dreadful.

(ooc: And then it comes full circle. SIX DEGREES OF MALNOSSO SEPARATION.)

[consultmybooks]

Buffy would think I was a godawful hypocrite, but seeing as she's currently in a relationship with Spike, she has no room to talk.

And...have you spoken with Xander, lately?

[redstringed]

I have. Quite a... colorful boy.