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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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INTERFERING FLANDRE

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[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.]

[redstringed]

*Rachel sits back as her dress folds in midair, creating a little makeshift chair.

She'll wait for the Scarlet sisters.*

[redsynonymhere]

[thankfully she can weaken that....just a bit]

Oof! Flandre. Did we wake you up?

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Why is sister hurt?

[redstringed]

Your sister and I are simply playing a game, Flandre.

It is of no consequence.

[redsynonymhere]

[petting Flandre]

Try not to listen to her lies. She is a vile creature and we are simply fighting. Do not worry, there was no treachery involved.

[there_were_none]

[DID SOMEONE SAY THE MAGIC WORD]

...a game?

[Being petted calms her down, though. Somewhat. Flandre just grinds her teeth a bit, instead of looking completely murderous.]

[redstringed]

Indeed, a game. *Dammit Remilia poisoning my relationship with your cute little sister.* As you can tell, neither of us are truly hurt. Your sister cannot hurt me, after all.

[redsynonymhere]

And as she just admitted, she cannot hurt me. What would you like to do, Flandre?

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[She stops clicking her teeth.]

...should I leave, sister?

[redstringed]

*For once, Rachel isn't going to say anything. Earning Flandre's respect would be too satisfying a blow to strike against Remilia. She isn't going to spoil that for the moment by interjecting between the sisters.

...though this does mean that her offense has effectively been cut short.*

[redsynonymhere]

You can do anything you want, Flan. I won't stop you.

This may end in tears

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I want to play.