✿6 [Accidental Voice / Action]

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*The journal starts picking up the sounds of a fight in progress, as if someone had dropped their journal accidentally.*  Noel, get back!

*Then, odd whooshes of air and the sound of metal striking metal - but they're interrupted by a crack of thunder. There's silence for a few moments, and then a second, louder clap of thunder, followed

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[Rachel winds up landing in Giles' apartment, as the Watcher is hard at work sharpening a battle ax. He hears Rachel arrive, and looks up.

His first impulse, when all he sees is the blond hair and the frilly dress, is to get indignant. And, indeed, he opens his mouth to snap at Rachel before he fully takes in the scene and oh dear god, that's blood.]

Rachel, what on earth happened?!

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*She staggers to lean against the wall, one hand bracing herself and the other wrapped around her stomach.* H-haha.... Mr. Watcher, it seems... those damnable droids come... well prepared.

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I w-warned you. [Giles hurries over to hold Rachel off the wall. He tries to guide her to a chair] You r-really tried fighting them?!

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*She tries to pull away, but she's really in no condition for that. So she's in the chair for now.* Of course... one's pride demands it. Nor was I.. their target.

I shall be fine.

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[Right. In the chair. The look on Giles' face plainly says "stay in the goddamn chair, Rachel. He hurries off into the bathroom and comes out with a first aid kit.]

The frightening part is that I believe you.

You weren't the target? You just took it into your head to attack them? [He does not sound pleased]

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*She takes a shallow breath.* If you had the... opportunity... to strike back at our captors... would you not take it?

They were... to kidnap an acquaintance. *Another breath.*

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[Bandages, antiseptic, Giles has had way too much practice at this. He goes to work trying to stop the bleeding]

I would, yes. [But you're a vampire, Rachel, and he's a squishy human]

...it's good that you were trying to help a friend.

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Ha... do not think me so... sentimental. I merely wished to destroy them. *She pulls away from his hands.* D-did you not hear me?! I merely require rest, and I need... no one's aid!

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[Giles snaps back] You're bleeding. All over my chair, might I add.

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*Grimaces.* Since when... has blood ever troubled a vampire?

A towel, then.

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It troubles me, and it's my apartment you landed in.

[But Rachel's voice shakes him off autopilot. The closet's nearby - he grabs a towel out of it and tosses it to her before heading back to the chair]

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Not by choice, I assure you. *She'll wrap the towel around the entrance and exit wounds on her front and back. Hopefully that'll help put Giles at ease.*

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[It does. Just a bit. Giles sits down by the chair with a sigh]

So. Do any damage?

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*No, she didn't. And that stings more than a wound ever could.* ...lightning will slow them down.

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Yes, I heard as much from Catherine. Being robotic, I suppose that would be the...

...sorry, you can use lightning?

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*Another deep breath, good lord that's painful.* Yes, I can. And wind, as well.