✿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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[forestpride.livejournal.com]

[in the forest doing something wolfish. ...What is this bleeding human doing here]

...Did they leave you here?

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*She's... somewhere outside? In the woods? Better hope Moro's not around, because they've already butted heads once.* ...they?

...you mean the Malnosso.

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

Yes. [who else would she mean. Really.

...Something seems a little off about this one but. Human until proof of otherwise.] You're injured.

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*Rachel grits her teeth.* I will... be fine. It is not so bad.

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

[luckily Rachel's met one of the people least likely to care either way]

Then return to the village.

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*She's struggling to her feet. And now the smell of blood is probably much stronger.* I... intend to do precisely that.

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

Try not to bleed to death on the way there.

[that wasn't at all sarcastic. People might start thinking San or Moro killed her and that would be bad.]

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*She grimaces. If the wolf finds her in this state, she's in trouble.* Obviously. I will... do my best.

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

Less impulsive humans would stop for a while.

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*It won't help her bleeding out any. But... maybe a rest won't hurt.

Rachel stops, leaning against a tree.*

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

[She may find one of the cloths San uses to carry things thrown at her. ...It's sort of clean]

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*Rachel catches it, sort of. She holds her hand out for it, anyway, and stares at it.*

...I have no need for this. It will not... staunch the bleeding any more than is natural.

*A pause* The gesture is... not unappreciated.

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

Others will hunt you if you continue to bleed.

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You mean the wolf?

...I... do not fear her.