redstringed | ✿6 [Accidental Voice / Action]

[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.*

***

((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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From:

redstringed

*She gives him a Look. It's a stomach wound.* My heart is in the same place yours is. Does it look close?

From:

consultmybooks

You're a vampire that shoots lightning, can teleport, and doesn't inhabit the dead body of a human. How am I supposed to know where your heart is?

Decapitation, a stake through the heart, holy water, or sunlight. That's what kills a vampire from Sunnydale.

From:

redstringed

And yet, that... has nothing to do with any of my organs. *She takes a sip.* Being stabbed through the heart and a decapitation would kill most anything.

From:

consultmybooks

No, it usually has to be something specifically wooden. Piercing the heart with wood. Plenty of mythological basis why, but I'm just glad it works.

And I'd beg to differ on the subject of decapitation. The Deathwok Clan can survive it, provided that their bodies aren't mutilated. You never know, with some demons.

Besides, I've learned not to assume anything with you.

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redstringed

That is why I said "most," not "all."

...I... find direct sunlight irritating, but it will not kill me.

From:

consultmybooks

Yes, and I've found that "most" generally gets lost in translation to include "all". Too many people take it as norm right up until you find the exception. Sometimes that's necessary. Sometimes it isn't.

...your parasol certainly looks durable enough.

From:

redstringed

It is. But I am capable of going without it. It is a bother, nothing more.

From:

consultmybooks

So we're still not likely to see you out and about in the daylight, then?

From:

redstringed

It is not unheard of. I do prefer the light of the moon, however.

Edited Date: 2010-10-11 05:08 am (UTC)

From:

consultmybooks

Yes. I'm a bit of a night owl, myself. Mostly by habit.

From:

redstringed

And I would imagine your vocation would require... late hours, as well.

From:

consultmybooks

It does, yes. The vampires we have back home are traditionally active at night, but most other demons seem to prefer it as well.

From:

redstringed

Naturally. What better time to catch one's prey unawares?

From:

consultmybooks

Granted, Sunnydale is particularly easy pickings at the best of times.

From:

redstringed

Oh?

I have learned to never underestimate the stupidity of humans. *She takes a sip, and winces again*

From:

consultmybooks

When it comes to Sunnydale, I'm afraid I have to agree with you. Must be at least a hundred cases of death by exsanguination every year, and no one ever catches on.

You know, if you're that proud, I could just crush up some painkillers and hide them in your next cup of tea.

From:

redstringed

Have you not considered simply telling them? Or do you fear the mass panic that would result once thousands of small-minded simpletons learned that they were not the highest on the food chain?

*She frowns* I would prefer if you did no such thing. It is healing. That is enough for me.

From:

consultmybooks

Mostly that, actually. At this point, the strength of their mass denial is almost to be admired. That, and they could have the four of us locked us up as for insanity.

From:

redstringed

If your legal system would lock a man up simply for bizarre beliefs, I can hardly believe every single citizen would not be shackled in a straitjacket.

From:

consultmybooks

You'd be amazed.

The fact that those..."in charge", I suppose you might say...were actively conspiring to keep things a secret didn't help matters.

To be fair, Sunnydale's asylums are still very overcrowded. More so when a hellgoddess came to town and started feeding on people's sanity.

From:

redstringed

For what reason were they continuing to cover up matters? Was it out of naive foolishness, or was there some benefit to them?

...my, that sounds quite troublesome.

From:

consultmybooks

The benefit, at least at first, was that they were in the pay of the city Mayor. And the city Mayor was in the employ of several powerful demonic patrons that he allowed to have free reign of Sunnydale, in exchange for one day becoming a True Demon himself.