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[THUNK, CRUNCH.]
[and so at long last! we are back with more comm abuse as Nora's communicator hits something quite solid, knocking it on and straight over to--]
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--TCH WHERE YOU'RE THROWING THE DAMN THINGS!! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THEIR UGLY MUGS WITHOUT YOU HELPING 'EM ALONG!HEY, ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO
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Flandre couldn't find a Reaver this time, though--they're smarter than to hang around when DEATH FROM ABOVE is hanging around too.
So, here Nora! Have a severed arm this time around.]
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[In the back of his mind he actually thinks being able to send stuff sailing into the stratosphere with his spear is pretty cool too. Even if it initially happened by accident.
Thus! He will swing and smack the arm away, even if he's busy protesting.]
--THAT'S IT. I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!
[At least they got rid of some Reavers, those things are freaky and stink like hell and he doesn't like them.]
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...that's not exactly the nicest look on her face, though.]
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... What? What's going on with you now??
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[Flandre has spotted movement...! And no sooner has her head snapped around than she darts off around a corner.
Shortly after--oh look, Reavers can clear buildings with single bounds!
...or the vampire threw it in Nora's last known direction. Most likely the latter.]
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Oh. More Reavers! He can work with that.]
If you just wanna throw more of these stupid things at me, don't act all freaky like that!
[Yelling in general direction of where the Reaver came from!]
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Also was she there a few seconds ago
I think she's gotten faster.
Suddenly there is a loli invading your personal space. Specifically, grabbing onto the front of Nora's shirt.]
Of course I'm not. Of course I'm not~
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Hey-- HEY! What d'you think you're doing--
[Okay that is just... you are off the deep end and you have broken the pool get out. He'll be trying immediately to pry her off and/or lean away.]
F-Fine. Never mind, just let go, would you?!
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But.
The vampire is slowly...deliberately...letting go of Nora. One finger at a time.
Murderously insane, what ever might give you that idea?]
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Seriously, Flandre, what are you.]
... You done?
[Bristling a little, because he doesn't actually want to attack you or set you off again but he's not pleased with having to hold himself back, either.]
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Maybe.
[Still in your personal space, though, even though she has let go now. At least she's stopped redtexting!]
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This is ironic because we are beating up Reavers right now.]
Better be. We've got other stuff to worry about, anyway.
[LIKE REAVERS?!]
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The puppy seems to have escaped mauling! For now.]
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