✿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

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[Action]

[catus_carnival]

[THERE WAS JUST A TAO DERPING ALONG.]

Wh-Wh-What, meow?!

[oh it's the bunny lady

except she is kind of badly hurt and being a blood sprinkler.]

You have to go to the clinic neow!

[Action]

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*Oh, wonderful. Of all the people she could have encountered, the Kaka girl is not one of the ideal outcomes.*

I... I will do no such thing. I am fine.

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[catus_carnival]

No you're nyot! What happened to you?

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*It hurts to breathe, but the remnants of her battered pride won't let her admit it.* The... droids.

I... need to get to... my home.

I can't not troll Rachel.

[steadfastest]

[Where is Xander Harris? Strangely enough, in his kitchen, trying to make waffles. It's not going well.]

Poor Rachel.

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*And there is now a vampire girl in the kitchen. Steadying herself against the wall.* Where--?

Yes. I am weeping for her as we speak.

[steadfastest]

[And since Xander's waffle-making has been interrupted by the appearance of a blood-covered vampire? He's going to leap to the only conclusion that's really available to him as he stumbles backward into the wax fruit display that Andrew had set up for some reason. Wax pears and apples go bouncing everywhere.]

Rachel?! Who did...you kill?!

Trolled by Xander. That will make her feel much better!

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*She hisses through clenched teeth.* Shut--up. *For a moment her grip on the wall falters before she catches herself. There's blood trickling between her fingers now.* Where... where is this?

[cry_camellia]

[Tsubaki's in her room, at her desk, editing her fan-made scripts for a new Six Heroes movie. Yeah, it's probably not the most useful place at which Rachel could have ended up.

But alas, she's here.]

Rachel!? Wh-What-- [No. That can wait.]

Don't move. [This may be Rachel - Rachel of all people, but she has to do something about that wound...]

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*And Rachel stumbles as she emerges from her teleport, looking for something to steady herself on. Oh, wonderful, she's in the room with the girl from the NOL with the penchant for romance films.* Do not order me--

--I'm fine.

[cry_camellia]

I doubt you'd be here in my room, bleeding profusely on my floorboards if you were fine! [Rachel looks as if she's about to topple over, so Tsubaki springs from her seat to grab her firmly by the arm.]

[Her tone softens.] Now the sooner you hold still so I can activate a healing ars, the sooner you can get back to more important things such as criticizing people's tastes in film.

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*Under normal circumstances, Rachel would have yanked her arm out from Tsubaki's grip. As it is, she's almost glad to have something to steady herself with.

Almost.* An... ars? You think I need... an ars? *She shakes her head.*

[forestpride]

[in the forest doing something wolfish. ...What is this bleeding human doing here]

...Did they leave you here?

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*She's... somewhere outside? In the woods? Better hope Moro's not around, because they've already butted heads once.* ...they?

...you mean the Malnosso.

[forestpride]

Yes. [who else would she mean. Really.

...Something seems a little off about this one but. Human until proof of otherwise.] You're injured.

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*Rachel grits her teeth.* I will... be fine. It is not so bad.

[donaldtrumpcard]

[You teleport into his room on his bed while he's READING. WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP TELEPORTING INTO HIS ROOM!? The event's over isn't it!?]

...

Roses are too strong smelling. [Man, he's gonna have to take you to the hospital now isn't he? This is going to be fun diddly-un.]

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*Oh, wonderful. Out of all of the people whose rooms she could have possibly ended up in, it's this guy. And she's on a bed, which she will scramble off of immediately. Well, fall off of.* You... you continue to demonstrate your lack of taste... I shan't stop you... ! *She winces.*

[donaldtrumpcard]

[He casually shuts his journal and proceeds to stand up. That fall had to hurt though, Rachel.]

You realize, I am the one who will have to take you to receive medical attention.

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*She's sitting up now, clutching at her side.* You assume... I need any.