✿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

[cry-camellia.livejournal.com]

I doubt you'd be here in my room, bleeding profusely on my floorboards if you were fine! [Rachel looks as if she's about to topple over, so Tsubaki springs from her seat to grab her firmly by the arm.]

[Her tone softens.] Now the sooner you hold still so I can activate a healing ars, the sooner you can get back to more important things such as criticizing people's tastes in film.

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*Under normal circumstances, Rachel would have yanked her arm out from Tsubaki's grip. As it is, she's almost glad to have something to steady herself with.

Almost.* An... ars? You think I need... an ars? *She shakes her head.*

[cry-camellia.livejournal.com]

What I think you need is proper medical attention, but it'll take a while to run you down to the clinic. In the meantime, my apologies, but an ars would be the best I can do. [This would have been so much easier if Litchi had just been home.]

...How did this happen?

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*Closes her eyes and takes a short, painful breath. It's a humiliating idea.* ...the droids.

[cry-camellia.livejournal.com]

[Ah yes, them. The memory is vague, but it still sends a shiver down her spine.

But wait... Rachel's in bad shape, but she's still here.]

You were able to fend them off...? [...Or she was trying to protect someone else. Well, that makes sense. No need to go on about it, in that case.] Oh. My apologies.

...Now are you sure you don't want me to make an attempt at activating a healing ars? Do you have a better idea?

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*Not going to tell her that she was "protecting" (sort of) Noel. At any rate, just going to breathe.* I will heal on my own. This is... it is nothing.

[cry-camellia.livejournal.com]

Are you certain? Pride cometh before a fall, as I'm sure you're aware.

Will you at least allow a doctor to confirm that? Even if you happen to possess regenerative abilities, you're losing a lot of blood...

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*She moves a bit and then winces.* I assure you, I--I have survived worse. *But she is losing blood. That healing ars might not be a bad idea.*

[cry-camellia.livejournal.com]

[Tsubaki shakes her head.] Having gone this long without having felt the need to make some sort of scathing remark... it seems you're in no state to be making judgement calls.

...And I don't need anything else on my conscience. [So, like it or not, she's activating the ars. There's a brief flash of light. This is the first time she's tried one here in Luceti, but so far so good. Hopefully, this should stop or at the very least slow the bleeding.]

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*Rachel's eyes flash in indignation* You-- how dare you...?! I specifically told you not--!

*But... the bleeding, it's stopped.*

[cry-camellia.livejournal.com]

[...Wow. Tsubaki really wasn't very confident that it would work at all.]

Perhaps it was selfish of me to put my own conscience above your request, but I'm sure you can at least appreciate the ability to storm out of here on your own?

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*She's still wounded, and it still hurts, but she's able to push away from Tsubaki and stand mostly straight.* Indeed. Do you expect me to thank you?

[cry-camellia.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Rachel.] Despite what you seem to think, I'm not that deluded. Nor do I suppose you'd accept if I offered to escort you, but you'd best pay a visit to the clinic.

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*She shakes her head.* I require no assistance. Not from you, nor from any charlatan pretending to be a physician.

I... will be returning home. Rest will suffice. *She's still breathing laboriously, but there's the old bitchy Rachel.*

[cry-camellia.livejournal.com]

[For once, this is a good sign.]

Very well. [Sigh.] But if your recovery doesn't go to plan, don't be so quick to dismiss the clinic as an option. The physicians there are perfectly capable.

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...I shall make that decision myself, should it come to it. I am not as fragile as I look.

[cry-camellia.livejournal.com]

Considering the fact that you hail from my world, I don't doubt that.

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Hmph. Good day. I shall leave you to your inane little storytelling. *The black vortex of flowers...!*

[cry-camellia.livejournal.com]

It's not inane! It's-- [Too late. Vortex time.]

...You'll see.