Lunar Rabbit in Discedo Chapter 13 [Another Accidental Video]

[moonstruck_eyes]

*Not long after this thread here, Reisen's communicator once again begins a new video feed on its own*

*she's in a hospital bed, bundled up under some blankets with Cube. They're both asleep*

((Don't worry folks, Cube is okay. His communicator is still out in the snow somewhere in front of the hospital, though...))

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[latteheart]

[D'aww. She doesn't say anything, but she's relieved to know Cube's okay.]

[prodigal_axe]

[Quiet sigh of relief here...

...and then a moment of awkwardness. Wondering if he's watching something personal. Oh well. Relief wins.]

[paincuresall]

[Well, isn't that cute.]

[hammeroflove]

[WELL, Well, well...

Amy sighs for relief though.]

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[u_n_asplode]

[There is the sound of Flandre's wing shards ringing outside, as the vampire scurries around the hallways--accompanied by the sound of something heavy being dragged against the floor.

There is a brief glimpse of her red eyes, flashing in each of the doors--until she finds this one. The vampire sticks her head in--but doesn't say anything. Were they still asleep?]

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[moonstruck_eyes]

*Reisen stirs a bit, but otherwise doesn't seem to take note of the sounds Flandre is making*

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[loyal_cube]

[Slowly, the little demons eyes start to open. Warm. It was warm...

There was some kind of fog in his mind... but he could feel something...

but... there was something else moving... his focus was so messed up... he squinted at Flandre as she came in... his mind not fully registering what was going on...]

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[u_n_asplode]

[After a moment of watching--freezing in place, and watching for further movement--Flandre crept into the room. Her wings...well, if they had been mobile, would have been plastered to her back, but inert as they were, they still chimed a bit.

She didn't go very far, though--just to the corner of the room nearest the door, where she sat down on the floor--with Laevateinn hugged to her chest. The black staff's movement was rather more subdued than normal, however.

Still watching them, Flandre curled her hands more tightly around the staff--and it glowed brightly as if recently pulled from a forge wherever she touched it. But it didn't burn, nor cause any apparent discomfort to Flandre's bare hands--instead, radiating warmth. No violent fires, here.

It didn't take long for the cold room to warm up--and the light faded a bit in response.]