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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.]

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[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[You have fun with that, Flandre. The door's open enough that of the vampire looked she could see a body on the floor a ways inside.]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[After a few minutes of this, Flandre got slightly bored. Enough that she looked around again, and spied some humanoid figure crumpled on the floor with more blood leading to it. Or away from it?

The vampire toddles over to the body without hesitation, hands splattered with blood up to the wrist.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[The body is of a woman laying in a pool of blood and she's missing her right arm. Clearly she's dead.]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[...oh.

That makes her stop--that one rather noticeable detail.

This isn't the first time Flandre saw someone with their arm ripped off, after all. Even though she didn't even know who this was (that happened a lot anyway), she couldn't help but feel...disappointed.]

Why won't you get up and play, broken thing?

[The vampire crouches down next to the corpse, prodding at it with one bloodied hand.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[The body, of course, doesn't move. But from across the room there's a faint voice.]

F-flandre?

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Flandre's head perks up immediately, and she promptly forgets the corpse entirely.]

Marisa?

[That was Marisa!


...but where was she?]

Is Marisa hiding?

[She starts wandering towards that voice, already peering under likely hiding places.

Rugs were totally legitimate hiding places, for instance. As were tables, she supposed. And chairs.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[If Marisa wasn't so freaked out, huddling under a side table, she might've found Flandre's searching cute. But not as things were.]

You should go home, Flandre.

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Sound located! Off she goes to locate this properly, instead of looking under carpets, and--oh.

There you are!


...this was not something Flandre expected in the least.]

Why?

[She crouches down again, peering at Marisa with a puzzled expression.

There's still a lot of blood on her hands, though.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Blood, to be honest, doesn't bother Marisa. it's the body and the torn limb that does. It brings an all too powerful memory to the fore.]

Because it's not safe here. I don't want you to get hurt, honey.

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Good thing she didn't drag that arm over then! Yanno, as a really gruesome toy or something.

Instead, Flandre chitters and tilts her head the other way. She doesn't seem to understand.]

Is it because Marisa is hiding?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

...I'm hiding because it isn't safe. Honey... you should go home. I'll come see you later, ok? When it's safe again.

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Flandre looks around, first this way and then that and over both shoulders and backwards. But that doesn't prove enlightening in the least, as she's still just as confused as before.]

But there's nothing not-safe here, Marisa.

[Except the corpse, but that didn't count.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

...you can't see it. I can't either, but I know it's here. Something ripped... killed her.

[She looks at Flandre.]

Please go home... You can be hurt right now with the bad man holding your vampire powers. I don't want you to get hurt.

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

Sometimes things just break, though.

[In Flandre's understanding.

...though the second part makes her blink and look straight up, as if expecting to find a sword there. But there's nothing.

The not-quite-vampire looks down at her hand instead. It's armed with claws again, but no matter how much she stares and squints the little glowing eyes won't appear.

It's a long time before she speaks, relatively. And when she does, her voice is quiet.]

...that's a bad thing?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Right now it is. It won't be tomorrow.

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Blink. Bliiiiink.]

Oh.

...so fast?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

...well, it'll be less tomorrow.

why am i still awake

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[You lost her, Marisa.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[I think Marisa lost herself.]

Um... Flandre, I need you to go home. I'll play with you when it's safe here again. Right now, it's not. I know it looks like it is, but it's not.

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Flandre pulls her knees up into her chest, and then plops her chin down on her knees. She's frowning, a little bit. And looking thoughtful and a bit difficult all at the same time.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

...please don't do this to me. I don't know what's going on here. I don't know what made her die, but I know it's not safe and I don't want you to get hurt.

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[...oh. That voice.

She messed up again, didn't she.

Flandre sunk a bit more into that posture, whining softly and starting to awkwardly creep backwards.]

...okay, Marisa...

[Anything to make that tone go away.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[No, no, don't make that face, Flandre. It's making Marisa feel horrible. She reaches a hand out but then pulls it back. She doesn't know what's going on, but she knows it happened when the drone touched her.]

I'm sorry, honey. Tomorrow. We'll do something tomorrow, when this is all cleaned up and it's safe.

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

Tomorrow...tomorrow, when it's better.

[...why did she pull her hand away?

Oh well. Flandre goes to hug the witch anyway, though a bit slowly.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

No!

[Marisa shrinks back from the hug attempt, shaking her head and holding her hands up.]

Touching me is bad right now. It might hurt you; I don't know.