✿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.*

***

((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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*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.

[redstringed]

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...))

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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.

[consultmybooks]

That's one word for it. [He can think of more. But they're mostly benign] If people think it's odd that we can talk to one another, they'll think more so of you and Xander.

[redstringed]

Yes, I would count myself amongst that number as well.

He bears quite the grudge against your demons in human skin.

[consultmybooks]

He would, yes.

Things were...a lot simpler, when Xander comes from.

[redstringed]

Was this before or after you destroyed a demon mayor with a high school library full of explosives?

[consultmybooks]

A few days after, in fact.

And that was about the time things stopped being simple.

[redstringed]

That does seem embarrassingly straightforward to me, yes.

*Another small yawn.*

[consultmybooks]

Sorry. I'm probably boring you.

[redstringed]

*Nah, this is just what she gets for being a vampire who doesn't drink blood.* No more than per usual.