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*There is a dull thud, and then the feed flickers on - it seems somebody has thrown the book onto the ground in disgust. That somebody is a petite-looking blonde girl in the standard New Feather sundress, though her hair is tied up in tails by two black ribbons that some might say make her look like she has rabbit ears.

And she is absolutely livid; all but steaming as she speaks sharply out loud.* --the meaning of this?

Is this some pathetic joke? Have you any idea of with whom you're dealing? To take someone like me and affix these... appendages - not to mention to forcibly change my clothing? How disgusting. I feel as though I shall never be again, thanks to the hands of you perverted, mouth-breathing imbeciles.

Nago, Gii, where are you? Come here at once! Every time I imagine you cannot possibly become more useless, you prove me wrong.

Whatever feeble-minded idiot has summoned me to this place, I demand to be returned this very instant! If you are hasty, I might even deign to show you mercy - the longer you drag your heels, the more excruciating my retribution will become.

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[black-onslaught.livejournal.com]

[That voice. That manner of speaking. The little bitches she mentioned that he hates so much. It's obvious that he knows who this in, and it's obvious that he won't like it. He won't like it so much, that he's actually grinding his teeth while he speaks.]

Rabbit...

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Hm?

*What is this? She knows that voice - and that way of referring to her - but... she can't sense Ragna around her at all. If anything, it just seems to make her angrier for now.* Ragna the Bloodedge... if this is your idea of a game, Grim Reaper, I am in no mood to play. Show yourself at once.

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[black-onslaught.livejournal.com]

[Oh, this is just great.]

Why don't you take a second to pick up the damned book next to you? Maybe you'll figure something out for once.

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*Rachel makes a little derisive sound, but there's a rustling sound as she picks the book up anyway*

...This is a clever little object after all, isn't it? Clearly you can't have had anything to do with it.

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[black-onslaught.livejournal.com]

[Sigh. He does not want to deal with your bullshit, Rabbit.]

Where the hell are you? I'll go get you before you get eaten by wild animals.

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[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[Noel recognizes that voice, the manner of speech, and most of all the temperament. Can it be...]

... Rachel? Is that you?

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Unless someone else has been impersonating me, I can think of none other who it would be.

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[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

Then-- [Ohcrap. Rachel. In Luceti. RACHEL'S IN LUCETI. IS THIS GOOD OR BAD? Noel doesn't know.

... ... ... probably bad. Regardless, Noel should attempt to assist. So, getting off her ass and carrying the journal out the door is the way to go.]

Do you know where you are? [insert mental keysmashing] I-If you give me a description, I'll be able to help you more.

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Oh, I sincerely doubt that you will.

I know that I am in a forest by a tiny brook. Shall I do my best to draw you a map, Noel Vermillion?

[Voice]

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

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[... Wasn't he just saying that there was... Oh hell.] Wait, you're new here?

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Was I at any point unclear in the matter? Or are you deaf?

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[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

I'm just checking. [Okay, she's new, possibly confused. Don't get annoyed.] Welcome to Luceti then.

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There is no use in welcoming me to this pigsty; I do not plan on tarrying long.

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[not_meatbuns]

[She definitely remembers that voice from somewhere. Not that Litchi can really remember where, aside from that the voice belonged to a lost little girl, but still. Why does she remember a rose garden?]

I hate to say this, but we're all trapped here for now.

Are you okay? I can come help if you need it.

[Honestly now, Malnosso. Finally start bringing in New Feathers again and you bring in a little girl. For shame.]

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*Is that... the Sector Seven runaway? How many people from that little comedy of errors are here in this place, anyway?* I have heard as much, yes.

Other than this grievous assault on my dignity, I am unharmed.

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[not_meatbuns]

[Soft sigh of relief.] I'm glad it isn't any worse than that.

Do you need any help getting to the village?

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Any worse? You speak as though this weren't already dreadful enough.

I am in a forest by a brook. Is that sufficient?

[catus_carnival]

[So conflicted. On one hand...feels familiar. On the other hand...do not want. WHAT IS THIS FEELING?]

Meow?

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How eloquent.

[catus_carnival]

Wait a meowment...does Tao know mew?

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We have met in the past, little kitten. I wouldn't be surprised if your hairball-clogged brain didn't remember me.

[Voice]

[awakenedchaos]

[It's not the actual message that catches ν-13's attention, but rather the fact that Ragna of all people responded. And that he seems to know her. Not to mention that Noel seems to know her, too. And this person's voice is... awfully familiar as well.

This requires further investigation.]

Who...?

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*That sounds... oddly familiar. Rachel really hopes she's placing that voice wrong, but after a hundred time loops it's a hard voice to mistake.* You would ask my name before giving your own? How brazenly common.

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[awakenedchaos]

[No doubt, that voice is incredibly familiar. She... can't quite seem to pinpoint it just yet, though - she can tell it's been quite a while since she heard it, though.

There's a pause before the Murakumo responds again - she's admittedly not entirely keen on giving out her name right now, but... then again, it's not exactly a secret.]

Existence description... Dimensional boundary contact prime force number 13 Anti-Sankishin Core Unit, Nu.

Who... are you...?

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*A Murakumo unit. Wonderful. As if Ragna needed any more stalkers here.* Exactly as I expected - a marionette in desperate need of having its strings severed. How splendid.

I am Rachel Alucard. No further introduction is necessary.