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[adropofjupiter]

[Phone]

[Marisa's not exactly sounding like herself today. In fact, she sounds a little freaked out though her voice is quiet.]

Um... What, uh... What happens when... ah. What happens when drones, um.... die?


[1125 Taylor (action)]

[Anyone passing by 1125 Taylor might notice the front door is half open and there sun reflects off of something thick and red dripping slowly down it.

[OOC WARNING: Marisa is now suffering the Postman's Curse for breaking into the post office. Any characters coming to 1125 Taylor may be subjected to bodily injury should they have physical contact with Marisa. PM me for more details if needed.]

Comments

action; feel free to hit her with something

[perfectandelegant]

[Sakuya's out running some household errands when she happens to pass by 1125 Taylor. It's the sight of that red substance dripping down the door that catches her eye - especially since this is the only place in town that's having such a thing happen, at least to her knowledge. She's not squeamish about blood, not in the least, and call it morbid curiosity that compels her to set down her shopping bags in a neat pile on the sidewalk and approach slowly. She doesn't have a knife out just yet, but her right hand hovers over where she keeps them, ready to pull one out at a moment's notice.]

Action forever!

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[When Sakuya gets close, she can see that the substance is indeed blood or a very realistic facsimile. There door shows a spray of it across the white paint and the floor has a pool. It's still fairly fresh, though there's no body in sight, but the blood goes into the house.

1. Push the door open more?
2. Leave well enough alone?
3. Call out?]

[perfectandelegant]

[The words 'leave well enough alone' are hardly in Sakuya's vocabulary, not right now. Instead, she approaches, touching a bit of that spray - definitely feels and smells like blood to her senses. She calls out - a simple 'Is everything all right?' and pushes the door open a bit, looking around.]

[bombbrat]

...[He knew he had heard that voice before. It's true, huh?]

They stay dead for a day. They'll be back tomorrow.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[It's true! too bad she doesn't know who you are.]

Oh. Do they... remember?

[bombbrat]

They'll act like you didn't even do anything wrong.

What the hell did you do anyway?

[artwithknives.livejournal.com]

They come back the next day. Did you kill one by accident?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

I... I dunno what happened. [shaky voice]

[artwithknives.livejournal.com]

Try not to worry too much about it, okay?

Phone

[yamaxanadu]

They return no different than how they were before they died.

Why do you ask?

Phone

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[She doesn't want to talk to the Yama, but she's too freaked out NOT to talk to her.]

Um. She - it - um. Died.

Phone

[yamaxanadu]

How did it die?

[If Marisa stops this time she would go and find her. Though her tone does soften.]

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

Nothing of consequence. As said before, they're basically meat puppets.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

P-Patchy... I... I didn't know they'd bleed so much.

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

What? Did you get some on your clothes? -SHE'S LIVED WITH A VAMPIRE FOR AGES. THIS KIND OF THING... KINDA DOESN'T PHASE HER.-

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

[ Rita's been developing a rather sizable headache, and she had hoped a walk might clear her head.

But she doesn't get very far when she sees all of that blood on the door.... What else can she do but investigate? ]

SUCKS TO BE US

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[door shows a spray of it across the white paint and the floor has a pool. It's still fairly fresh, though there's no body in sight, but the blood goes into the house.

1. Push the door open more?
2. Leave well enough alone?
3. Call out?]

YUP

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

[ Like she can really leave.

Still, whatever happened was obviously violent. Glowing, magical symbols begin to surround Rita in preparation to cast a spell as she shoves open the door and moves inside. ]

[horrible action]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Flandre has been busy! Relatively speaking. There were all sorts of new things to climb, now that she had the equivalent of new crampons on her hands and feet.

Though, chasing dandelion seeds was still a full-time job and very distracting. Moving things did that a lot to her, and she doesn't really notice her surroundings much.

At least until something else caught her eye. The bit of fluff was abruptly forgotten.

What's wrong with that door?


Is that blood?]

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[When Flandre gets close, she can see that the substance is indeed blood or a very realistic facsimile. There door shows a spray of it across the white paint and the floor has a pool. It's still fairly fresh, though there's no body in sight, but the blood goes into the house.

1. Push the door open more?
2. Lick the door?
3. Call out?]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[1. Do something else Investigate! (Sort of)

Though she does crouch and sniff at it. Even though she wasn't completely a vampire right now, she could still appreciate the fact that blood was pretty! Instead of gross, like most people.

She even splashes her hands the puddle of the stuff, like a child making a really morbid mud pie. Or a duckling discovering that water is wet.

She seems utterly distracted at the moment.]

[phone]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

What, you killed one? Hnn. They'll just be back the next day, right as rain, just like what happens with the rest of us.

[phone]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

I didn't kill her, ze! I don't know what happened. but she's dead...

Action

[ex_seventh238]

[Seeing that she lives at 1127?

Yeaaah hard to miss an open door, much less--

--no, the scent of blood is what really caught her attention first. She was just on some minor grocery errand, so going to drop the bag by the front porch before she halts by the door. After knocking it thrice, she calls in.]

...Hello?

['Is anyone inside'? That's an useless question. If the 'hello' isn't answered, that much won't be either. 'Is everything alright'? This is definitely blood; of course things can't be if that's the case. Ah, she's tempted to just go straight in right now - she has the means to defend herself anyway, but for what common courtesy stands for, she'll try calling out just that first.]

Action

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[When Ciel gets close, she can see that the substance is indeed blood or a very realistic facsimile. There door shows a spray of it across the white paint and the floor has a pool. It's still fairly fresh, though there's no body in sight, but the blood goes into the house.

1. Push the door open more?
2. Leave well enough alone?
3. Call out?]