✿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

Comments

[1week_wizard]

-Well... that certainly wasn't expected.-

You look like you need a doctor.

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*Oh, wonderful. This one. Just what Rachel needs.* And you ought... to mind your own business.

I shall be fine.

[1week_wizard]

That is not so certain at the moment. And it is by business if you're bleeding onto my bed.

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*Fine. She gets off the bed. Well, kind of falls off. It hurts.* I have... lived through much worse than this.

Action

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[remi's face when you know what]

Action

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*There is probably a list of "top five people Rachel doesn't want to see her like this" somewhere. And Remilia is probably on it.* ...Remilia.

Action

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And what, may I ask, happened to you?

Action

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*Steading herself against a wall.* The... droids. The Malnosso's lackeys.

[Action]

[sapphire_sniper]

[Trolling in 3, 2, 1...]

Holy Shi-

[Wait. What. The snarky putz has just gone from lounging in a big chair with a book, to halfway across his apartment sorting through a first aid kit in less than a second.]

[Action]

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*And Rachel, meanwhile, is kneeling on the ground, balancing herself against a chair.* Where-- where is...

[Action]

[sapphire_sniper]

My apartment. Sit down or lay down... either way you're in no state to stand right now.

[He runs back across the room, stripping off the button-down shirt he was wearing and juggling a very large roll of bandages.

And don't worry Rachel. He's got on a dark blue wife-beater underneath.]

Tch- Deculture. That's almost as bad as the stomach wound I had. You have enough strength to hold this in place while I tie it down? [He waves the shirt momentarily before setting it down at her side.]

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*Noooope! She's going to swat at him as he nears her, but ... it's not going to do very well considering her predicament.* Stay-- stay away from me! I am... I shall be perfectly fine without... without your assistance!

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[floralprophecy]

[It's a good thing she teleports near a healer then.]

!! What happened?

[He hurries over and immediately starts healing her. A ribbon of zaiphon swirls round her stomach.]

[Action]

[redstringed]

*She struggles a bit, trying to sit up and all but gasping her next words.* Those... damnable droids...

[Action]

[floralprophecy]

[continues healing her] ... they tried to take you?

[consultmybooks]

[Rachel winds up landing in Giles' apartment, as the Watcher is hard at work sharpening a battle ax. He hears Rachel arrive, and looks up.

His first impulse, when all he sees is the blond hair and the frilly dress, is to get indignant. And, indeed, he opens his mouth to snap at Rachel before he fully takes in the scene and oh dear god, that's blood.]

Rachel, what on earth happened?!

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*She staggers to lean against the wall, one hand bracing herself and the other wrapped around her stomach.* H-haha.... Mr. Watcher, it seems... those damnable droids come... well prepared.

[consultmybooks]

I w-warned you. [Giles hurries over to hold Rachel off the wall. He tries to guide her to a chair] You r-really tried fighting them?!

[redstringed]

*She tries to pull away, but she's really in no condition for that. So she's in the chair for now.* Of course... one's pride demands it. Nor was I.. their target.

I shall be fine.