✿6 [Accidental Voice / Action]
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redstringed[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.))
*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.))
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Action
Date: 2010-10-10 05:23 am (UTC)Yes.
Remain where you are and I will render assistance.
Action
Date: 2010-10-10 05:30 am (UTC)Action
Date: 2010-10-10 05:31 am (UTC)Action
Date: 2010-10-10 05:35 am (UTC)Because unfortunately, Rachel knows that Remilia has a point. There's no way she can resist like this.* ...do as you will, then.
Action
Date: 2010-10-10 05:37 am (UTC)[she leaves
and comes back with hot water, a rag, and whatever disinfectant products she can scrounge up
and a chair. being strong is nice despite being small]
Here, take a seat.
Action
Date: 2010-10-10 05:47 am (UTC)I suppose you will take great delight in this.
Action
Date: 2010-10-10 05:48 am (UTC)Now, may I assume you can regenerate that wound?
Action
Date: 2010-10-10 05:54 am (UTC)Action
Date: 2010-10-10 06:01 am (UTC)[instead, she starts cleaning her face with the water and rag]
Action
Date: 2010-10-10 06:11 am (UTC)This is very, very embarrassing.*
Action
Date: 2010-10-10 06:16 am (UTC)and also disinfecting any stray cuts]
[but wait, it'll get even better]
Action
Date: 2010-10-10 06:19 am (UTC)Action
Date: 2010-10-10 06:22 am (UTC)You should put this on. The one you're wearing is rather messed up at the moment.
Action
Date: 2010-10-10 06:32 am (UTC)Action
Date: 2010-10-10 06:35 am (UTC)I happen to be very serious.
Action
Date: 2010-10-10 06:40 am (UTC)*...but it's not looking like she has a choice, is it.*
Action
Date: 2010-10-10 06:41 am (UTC)Action
Date: 2010-10-10 06:47 am (UTC)*Sigh.* ...very well.
Action
Date: 2010-10-10 06:51 am (UTC)Good. The bathroom is just around the corner. I will prepare tea in the meantime.
Action
Date: 2010-10-10 07:26 am (UTC)Wow, now that she can see the wound... they'd really gotten her, hadn't they? It's a small puncture, but it goes all the way through. Somehow, looking at it like this makes it even more humiliating.
She reluctantly changes into Remilia's clothing, making sure to put a thin layer of towel on the wound so that she won't bleed over the other girl's clothing. She doesn't want to owe Remilia any more than she does already.*
Action
Date: 2010-10-10 07:32 am (UTC)Remilia, while Rachel is off doing that, is putting on some tea. She's been SLOWLY teaching herself and it's been rather acceptable tasting for a while. At least it's not the garbage she started making.]
Action
Date: 2010-10-10 07:40 am (UTC)...she's just doing the dress. Not the hat. She's going to leave her black hair ribbons in because she likes them and dammit she's going to keep a bit of her outfit.
She looks at herself in the mirror. Ugh. She can't believe she's wearing this thing. ...though it fits her fairly well, surprisingly. After she's made sure it looks as good as it's ever going to, she (just as slowly) walks out of the bathroom to where Remilia has the tea.*
Action
Date: 2010-10-10 07:41 am (UTC)Oh...that looks rather nice on you.
Action
Date: 2010-10-10 07:48 am (UTC)What kind of tea is that?
Action
Date: 2010-10-10 07:51 am (UTC)Action
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