✿6 [Accidental Voice / Action]
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*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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Date: 2010-10-13 02:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-13 03:09 am (UTC)I assure you, I will tell no one.
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Date: 2010-10-13 03:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-13 03:25 am (UTC)Does their disapproval truly mean so much to you?
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Date: 2010-10-13 03:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-13 03:31 am (UTC)It is also very rude to ignore a question.
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Date: 2010-10-13 03:46 am (UTC)YES. Yes. Their disapproval is not something I want, because it means I have to accept certain situations that I don't approve of. I get to be the disapproving one. ME. No one else.
[Xander's family has always disappointed him. He holds his friends, therefore, on a much higher level. And therefore they have further to fall.]
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Date: 2010-10-13 04:14 am (UTC)Hm. Then whether or not you consider yourself a hypocrite means little as long as they do not know. Correct?
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Date: 2010-10-13 04:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-13 04:53 am (UTC)You don't seem to have much trouble with the concept of rendering aid to one who you know is a vampire.
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Date: 2010-10-13 01:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-13 09:05 pm (UTC)*A pause.* It's true. I am not like those mongrels you call vampires. You rationalize this yourself, but believe your friends incapable of doing the same.
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Date: 2010-10-13 09:46 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-10-14 02:08 am (UTC)[Yes, he's rather maliciously exaggerating about her looks here.]
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Date: 2010-10-14 02:16 am (UTC)Forever.*
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Date: 2010-10-14 01:45 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-10-14 02:53 pm (UTC)[Joking aside, he's peering at her intently, wondering just how well this healing is going.]
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