un ✽ ( video | voice; open to action ) ✽ discedo

[madamefatale]

[ The feed clicks on, and there's a woman standing there, her gaze cast down towards the device. She's walking, and a few familiar locations from Discedo can be seen - the spires of the church behind her, the graveyard. She stops just shy of the park, and settles the device down for a second, looking up at her surroundings

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[hullonurse]

... France?

[Her France?]

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[hullonurse]

[What is this fluttering feeling in her stomach... Is it happpiness? Is she really happy?]

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[hullonurse]

[No, must be nausea.]

... As if this place wasn't hellish enough. [But some of the venom France might expect is missing from her words. Just a bit.]

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[madamefatale]

[ It's a little sad how pleased she actually is to see a familiar face. In fact, she's outright beaming at seeing Rosemary here. ]

England...?

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[madamefatale]

[ Alas, the sweetness is somewhat short-lived. ]

You're all too right. [ Her nose goes in the air, arms folding over her chest. ] Bien sûr, this is a nightmare now, I am sure of it.

[hullonurse]

It certainly is now you're here. You said you were on Lander Boulevard?

[madamefatale]

Lander Boulevard, oui.

[ She pauses a moment, and starts to walk again towards ...some direction. Oh, no, not that way. She backtracks again, and stands still at the side of the road. ]

Are you here? Or somewhere close?

[hullonurse]

It's not too large a city. Stay there, I need to know where to avoid you. [Meaning she's on her way.]

[madamefatale]

[ Wh-who ever said she wanted you to come and save her, anyway! - no, no, really, she's not fond of not knowing where she is. ]

Where are you? And - what is this place and - why is everything so drab and boring and - [ Fear's starting to creep into her voice now, and she gestures towards the sky, towards the two moons. ]

What did you do?! [ It has to be Rosemary's fault if she's here! ...Right. ]

[hullonurse]

I've cursed you to the pits of hell, you now have to live out the rest of your days in this detestable state. I'm on my way, I'll explain when I get there.

[madamefatale]

[ She knew it! She knew it was all your fault! She gasps and pulls her hand to her face. ] Hurry, will you?

[hullonurse]

Yes, yes, do calm down, dear. You always have to be so dramatic... [Turns off her communicator!! But yes, she's on her way.]

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[madamefatale]

[ She is NOT dramatic! You are just too CALM all of the time, surely you realize the gravity of the situation! -- well, France is currently pacing up and down the street in front of the church, waiting for Rosemary to arrive, her communicator closed.

...you don't want to know how many times she's flipped open her communicator to try and ask you when you'll get here, England. ]

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[hullonurse]

[Well, hopefully being hit on the back of the head with a broom will give her a fairly good hint as to when England will arrive.

Spoilers: it's now.]

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[madamefatale]

[ Why, yes, that would be a good hint. Have Marianne whirling around, ready to start kicking with her three inch heels. ]

Oh, it is only you. Watch where you are swinging that stupid little thing, you uncultured little - [ She huffs, and crosses her arms over her chest, somewhat impatiently. ] Why did you take me here?

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[hullonurse]

Because you're a terrible person who deserves it. [Looking her up and down, examining her as if checking that she's okay.] But it wasn't me, you stupid cow, why would I be here if I had?