✿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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*At this point, she doesn't really care what she's bleeding on. So she'll rest her hand on the top of the Prinny's head, instead.* I see you're as loud in person as elsewhere.

[forever-heroine.livejournal.com]

Aww, look at you! You're even smaller and whinier in person! Or is that because you're bleeding all over my servant?

[The Prinny is there to be bled on. It does not look comfortable with this, but it does not protest, either.]

So, to what do I owe this displeasure? Because I'd really like you out of my place, 'kay? Before I have to spear something.

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*Rachel clenches her teeth.* Be quiet for once in your miserable harpy lifetime.

This may well be the last hovel in this little hellhole that I would have chosen to land in. I am not here by my decision.

[forever-heroine.livejournal.com]

Oh, wow! So the little rat can bite, huh?

Well, you're definitely not here by my decision, so it must be your fault somehow.

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This is the capricious hand of random chance, and nothing more. I would never so much as imagine that you had the slightest bit of power over me.

I have no intention of tarrying here long. I feel unclean already.

[forever-heroine.livejournal.com]

Ugh, I'm so tired of your mindless yapping! Don't you ever shut up? I don't know who dropped you on the head to make you think you're so "important", but it's a real pain in the ass.

You might have been tough shit in your world, but here, you're just bleeding on my floor. Well, Prinny now, but that's not the point.

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If it irritates you so, I see no reason to stop. *She grits her teeth again as she pushes off of Prinny to stand upright.* And if you believe a simple wound like this to be any sort of handicap, you are... gravely mistaken.

You would fare no better.

[forever-heroine.livejournal.com]

Oh, please. You can barely stand! You're not irritating me, you're just looking pathetic now.

And just so you know? I've done this whole world hopping thing before. This is no different. So, yeah, I would fare better.

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*Etna, Rachel is having a very bad day. You are not helping. :(* This is a minor inconvenience, nothing more. It is already healing.

Nor am I am a stranger to dimensional shifts myself. By all means, attempt to fight the Malnosso's drones, you shrill-voiced hag. *Ouch this still hurts but PRIDE IS AT STAKE.* I look forward to your miserable failure.

[forever-heroine.livejournal.com]

[Rachel is having a bad day? Hello? Blood on the floor? Geesh, don't be so selfish.] Great! Then you can get out, huh? The door's right over there.

Oh, I will. Or maybe I won't. They're probably too chickenshit to even get close to me, anyways.

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*She gives a coughing chuckle.* Ha...! If you tell me to do it, all the more reason to refrain.

Hubris, and nothing more. You would hardly stand a chance.

[forever-heroine.livejournal.com]

Ahahaha! That's a pretty clever way of saying you're still to weak to move.

I'd still fare better than you. By far. My class might be Beauty Queen, but my levels scream Overlord.

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*She takes a few steps forward, to make sure she can.* Too weak to move? You imbecile, I've... already begun to heal.

Would you, now? No, I think you would simply humiliate yourself in your arrogance.