✿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: 2010-10-11 01:20 am (UTC)[At least he thinks he's kidding...?]
[Action]
Date: 2010-10-11 02:08 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-10-11 02:39 am (UTC)[He makes a wary motion indicating the glass in her hand.]
[Action]
Date: 2010-10-11 03:16 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-10-11 03:21 am (UTC)So... what is it that you do for sustenance then?
[Action]
Date: 2010-10-11 03:41 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-10-11 04:11 am (UTC)Sorry, just curious. Never heard of a vampire that didn't need to drink blood- though before I got here, they were never anything but a work of fiction, heh.
[Action]
Date: 2010-10-11 04:24 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-10-11 04:31 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-10-11 04:39 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-10-11 04:41 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-10-11 05:07 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-10-11 05:32 am (UTC)Wait... you actually managed to get away from them?
[Action]
Date: 2010-10-11 06:31 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-10-11 07:00 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-10-11 08:55 pm (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-10-12 04:02 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-10-12 04:12 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-10-12 04:23 am (UTC)Doesn't sound like the sort of person one would take a hit like that for...
[Action]
Date: 2010-10-12 04:41 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-10-12 04:52 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-10-12 05:12 am (UTC)She can often be found fretting about her bust, or lack thereof.
[Action]
Date: 2010-10-12 05:27 am (UTC)Well, she'll be in good hands soon.
[Action]
Date: 2010-10-12 05:36 am (UTC)Oh, I do most sincerely doubt that.
Re: [Action]
Date: 2010-10-12 05:47 am (UTC)Tch. I'm hurt. Though I suppose I haven't had any opportunities here to really show off my abilities in the heat of combat yet.
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