[ video ↳ english ] oo3 (backdated to the 27th-28th)

[noblemen]

[ Thursday. At the outskirts of Discedo. ]

[ The communicator isn't supposed to be on. At least not at first. There's breathy sigh and the viewscreen flicks on to show Arthur looking vaguely like a mummy, face bandaged, one eye swollen shut, the middle of his face wrapped with splints in place, limping through the forest and leaning against a

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Action--28th, if this is okay!

[u_n_asplode]

[Someone's poking her head through the door of the room with the barest of knocks. She's rather pale and blonde and her eyes glow red all on their own.]

It sounds like you died. Did you die?

[Her voice is as childlike as her appearance.]

Totally fine!

[noblemen]

[ A groan, though at least it's just a nice girl and not any of the arsehole countries he knows. He flits his eyes to the door. ]

I believe I did, though I can't be quite sure. Anyway, it seems as if death isn't quite as permanent as I thought it may be. Would you mind sharing with me the date?

THAT WAS THE WRONG ICON

[u_n_asplode]

It isn't, most of the time. You get used to it after awhile. October twenty-eighth! [She flows from one topic to the next in a way that makes perfect sense to her.]

are you sure, it might be right, look at how sexy his eyebrows are...

[noblemen]

Most of the time? [ A quirked brow. ] I shall take your word for it. I'm quite accustomed to death, I'll have you know.

[ Well, it isn't as if he's not used to this type of conversation. ] So I see... a day later. Does it always take a full day to recover? [ Glancing down at himself. ] And yet, I'm without any scars... interesting, just like how it was back home...

sdflkjds

[u_n_asplode]

I've died three times! [She seems both...strangely proud of and saddened by this achievement at once.]

Sometimes. Sometimes people come back the second day, or the third, or fourth or not at all.

[And a pause.]

It still hurts, though.

[noblemen]

I've died countless times. Just not here. [ He responds flatly, almost idly. ]

Interesting. [ He reaches up to rub his chin. ] Now say you were... immortal, right? And you had that little chip removed? If you died after that... what would happen? Or would you be unable to die?

[ A hand to his cheek. ] Christ. I'm sorry. It's a lot of questions for someone you barely know.

[u_n_asplode]

[One at a time, Flandre answers his questions, as if reading from a rather strange list.]

Almost! I'm a vampire.

And I have, but they didn't know where the chip was when I died. But Cube says they put it back, the scientists do, if you die after it's been taken out.

I've talked to stranger things. [Like herself.] But you won't hurt me; you're all the way over there, and I could fly away before you could get up.

[She doesn't seem too concerned, in any case.]

[noblemen]

A vampire. [ He tilts his head to the side. ] Interesting. [ So Cube really wasn't lying. He'll have to make a point of donating blood when he has more time to do so. And perhaps when he manages to stop losing so much of it. ]

And that is nothing sort of inconvenient at best. [ A raise of the brows. ] I have no intention of hurting you, dear. Just every intention of receiving some answers. I'm Arthur, Arthur Kirkland.