✿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.))

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[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

[He turns slightly pale at this, but gets up and heads for the kitchen at her bidding. He stops, though, before leaving the room. Something Andrew has let slip about the loss of his eye.] Well, some of us go into danger and get gravely wounded without that privilege. Stay as long as you need to, Rach.

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*There's a curious tone in her voice.* Yes, I know.

...I will not overstay my welcome, I assure you.

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

Living room's yours, kid. Don't worry about it. I'm going out for a bit, okay?

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*Another glance in his direction, and a glower. She doesn't appreciate the 'kid.'* What business is it of mine? Do as you like.

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

Wait--you're right. My sudden unexplained disappearance from my own home would definitely not ring your bell at all. What could I have been thinking?

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Am I your keeper now? As you said, this is your home. Come and go as you please.

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

It was a courtesy for-----never mind. [He waves vaguely at her and turns to go.]

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*She sits back, saying nothing as he leaves. What he does is no concern of hers.

Whenever Xander returns, she's teleported herself away.*