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[redstringed]

*It's late at night, wherever you are. You may be planning on turning in for a good night's sleep.

But no. There's the sudden sound of a thunderbolt tearing through the sky - despite the fact that the rain may have ended hours ago.

If you look outside, you may notice two redstringed redsynonymhere whirling through the air, fighting with clear intent to kill each other.

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[redsynonymhere]

[mfw we're totally killing each other but not really]

[redstringed]

*LIGHTNING ZAP you bitch.*

[redsynonymhere]

[bats. biting bats everywhere. That probably gets annoying real quick if she does that every time she gets hit.]

[redstringed]

Ha! By all means, hide behind your minions, Remilia.

[1week_wizard]

-Patchouli opens her window... and proceeds to roll her eyes.-

[redstringed]

*As Rachel spins, the hem of her dress turns into quite wicked-looking spikes. Watch out, Remilia!*

[redsynonymhere]

[ferociously guarding with her oversized lance]

[1week_wizard]

Could you two please duel to the death a bit more QUIETLY?!

INTERFERING FLANDRE

[there_were_none]

[Flandre...hadn't been paying much attention to the outside world, honestly. It was raining previously. Do not want.

The noise caught her attention for a few minutes, though, and she wandered over to a window to look.

oh god what is this

Almost immediately, Flandre rockets out of the window--and yes, it was closed. The glass shatters. The vampire's face is cut up more than a bit, but she doesn't pay that any mind--she's making a bee-line for her sister, still wobbly and with her wings extended all the way out as if that would make her fly faster.

She's making a...very odd noise. Something like a whining, keening sound; not properly a word.]

NO NOT FLANDRE

[redstringed]

*And Rachel is pausing mid-strike...*

Ah.

Hello, Flandre.

[redsynonymhere]

[looking and-

-even if she is all bloodied up, she's opening her arms for Flandre]

[there_were_none]

[Ignoring Rachel and the fact that her own face was kind of bloody too (both were at the moment, irrelevant details), Flandre still hits with the force of a small truck.

Really, that's a hug. And she's still making that distressed keening noise, with the pupils of her eyes flared out so far the red irises are barely visible.]

[vulcanblazer]

[...Well. Adell was hearing thunder on an otherwise clear night. And thought he was hearing quite a bit of commotion. He's decided to go out and investigate, being part of the Blue Rogues and all. If something's going down, he has to put an end to it.

But by the time he comes to the source of where the noise was, the battle is already over. ...And he finds... Remilia and Rachel to be having tea. Presumably in the middle of a battle-scarred area.

He stops and just looks... kind of confused.]

[redstringed]

*Sip.* Really, Remilia. You rely on such a crutch in that spear of yours.

[redsynonymhere]

You complain so much about it yet I haven't even used my true power on you.

[vulcanblazer]

[...He'll approach when he sees Remilia. At least she's familiar, though Rachel's voice rings a bell. Given the devastation and if they're both still looking hurt...]

...Uh. I take it you two were sparring, or something?

[consultmybooks]

[Sleep? Giles doesn't sleep, even this late at night. No, he's out patrolling when a thunderbolt narrowly misses him.

Instinct takes over - Giles ducks behind the nearest wall, which just happens to be the library. Once he realizes that no one seems to be attacking him, he dares to take in the situation.

And he stares. He can't quite figure out if Rachel might need help or not.]

[redstringed]

*She's about to throw another thunderbolt, the sleeves of her dress morphing into blades, when...*

...ah. Remilia, it would seem we have an observer.

Hello, Mr. Watcher.

[redsynonymhere]

[halting with her spear a second and looking down]

Hm?

[consultmybooks]

Not observing by choice, thanks.

Was just heading home. [Looking cautiously from one to the other, mostly wondering if he's at risk of getting a thunderbolt thrown at him again.] Sorry, but what the hell are you both doing?