6th -- [Video/Action]

Nov 28, 2010 18:54

[The journal's camera captures...a shoe! Specifically the bottom of one; more specifically, the heel.]

--s is not where I was last.

[Joining the chorus of almost-familiar voices is another; the eyes that the camera sees when the foot is lifted away are inhumanly red and glowing. Like not-so-little, familiar coals. The face is...also slightly familiar, as is the blonde hair, but that hair is too long and the face too old to be a perfect match. The journal is scooped up with clawed hands after a moment of contemplation.]

How interesting.

[--and snapped closed.

This strange yet vaguely familiar (and very, very tall) woman can later be found wandering House 44--or somewhere else entirely, as that random teleportation gimmick has yet to run its course. In a snowbank? The roof? On your face?

The only thing that connects her directly with Flandre is the wings on her back; red, with a single row of seven-colored spots.]

((OOC: SAY HI TO OLD!FLAN, GUYS. Throwing the age dial in the other direction, she's about five-hundred years older than her canon age of 495.

Oh, and Remilia's dead. She's still a bit cranky over that.

And she may or may not remember you. It's been an awful long time for her, after all.))

not tiny, why am i so old, au'd, get off my lawn, !event, what is this fuckery

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