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[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?


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[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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[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.]

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[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.

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[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?

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...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.

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[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.]

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...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.

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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?

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

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[Blink. Bliiiiink.]

Oh.

...so fast?

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

why am i still awake

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[You lost her, Marisa.]

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[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.

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[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.]

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...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.

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[...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.]

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[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.

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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.]

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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.

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[Flandre lurches to a halt almost immediately--as best as she can, anyway. She scratches and scrabbles at the edge of the table and one of the chairs, carving scratches into the wood and smearing dull red fingerprints all over whatever she touched. But she did stop, without crashing into Marisa.

That was definitely a no. Stop that. Stop everything you're doing and go away and everything will be better. Later. Always later. Then it will be better.

She detaches her claws from where they had lodged, however briefly, and started backing away.]

I'll go away now, Marisa.

[That would make her happy again, right? Marisa would smile, and everything would be better. Marisa was supposed to smile, she wasn't supposed to hide under tables like a frightened thing...]

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[Marisa breathes a sigh of relief when Flandre stops herself. She didn't know what would've happened if the vampire had touched her, but the possibility of hurting her twisted something inside the witch. She knows this probably emotionally hurts Flandre, but she can fix that later... when it's safe.]

I promise, Flandre... I promise once it's safe, I'll come over and we'll play all day.

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[It did hurt. It hurt a lot; something that she couldn't put her finger on and was familiar at the same time.

But...]

Marisa promises?

[That made it easier to smile.]

Marisa promises.

[This she repeated more to herself than anything.]

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Yeah, honey. I promise - once it's safe. We'll play all day and I'll even stay the night.

...I forgot to hit post

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[Flandre perks up at this prospect. Marisa wasn't mad. Marisa wasn't mad at all; otherwise, she wouldn't say these things. Right? Right. Yes.]

Okay, Marisa.

[It takes a moment longer for her to stand; when she does manage it, she's still a little bit shaky.

But she leaves anyway; shuffling and stumbling a bit, but quickly. Before Marisa could say something else that would be different.]