6th -- [Video/Action]

[there_were_none]

[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

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[vulcanblazer]

[Well, of course, while she's still stalking around House 44 she'll probably catch Adell around in the family room, relaxing on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate.

Definitely glad to be back in his own body now.]

[there_were_none]

[She was just about to walk straight past that doorway, lost in her own thoughts. And she only catches a glimpse of Adell, but it's enough to make her pause midstep.]

Oh? Who's this?

[Who is THIS strange chick with a red coat, more importantly.]

[vulcanblazer]

[He looks up at the strange, unfamiliar voice. And he blinks twice at the sight of her. "Who is this" was a very good question.

...But the shape of the face... that hair... the color of the wings? All very, very familiar.]

Huh? Flandre? Is that you?

[there_were_none]

[...thoughtful frown.]

How do you know my name? Am I that famous?

[omnislash_ver9]

-She'd just been looking for lil Flan when...-

... Whoa.

[there_were_none]

Hm?

[She'll pause, and look over there--but only the faintest memory stirs.]

Do I know you?

[omnislash_ver9]

I was gonna ask the same thing.

[there_were_none]

What's your name?

[redsynonymhere]

[brb just...serving food in the house]

[there_were_none]

[Flandre's curious glance is cut a bit violently short; her head snaps back to the front rather forcefully. Her posture becomes quite tense and stiff, where before she had been confident and slightly relaxed.]

Stop haunting me.

[redsynonymhere]

...stop doing what?

[there_were_none]

Haunting me. Following me. Mocking me.

[Still rather adamantly facing away. Her wings are very visible from here.]

[floweringknives]

*Sakuya, who's been shifting back and forth between male and female lately, is currently female.

And dusting somewhere in the halls of House 44.*

[there_were_none]

[Flandre's pacing comes to a stop in that hallway, and she looks at Sakuya rather...thoughtfully. This person...that face she remembered. She was important, and had a name. What was it...?]

Who are you?

[floweringknives]

*Sakuya, on the other hand, has no trouble recognizing those iconic multicolored wings. But this clearly isn't Flandre as she knows her... and yet.* Sakuya Izayoi. Have you forgotten me again, little Mistress?

No, not so little anymore.

[there_were_none]

Again?

[Thoughtful frown. She definitely doesn't remember being small, human and squishy. But it had been...a very, very long time since anyone had called her that.]

Afraid not.

[She stole some of Meiling's height, even.]

[hazelrink]

[On her face sounds good. Because Charlotte is/was actually sleeping. But you know, having a tall blonde woman pop up on your face while you're in your bed can cause you to stir just a little, so there's probably a muffled sound coming from under her]

[there_were_none]

[--what.

Now where was she?

...on someone's face, of course. A sleeping someone.

Well. There was really no way to exit this "sorry I seem to have inexplicably bellyflopped on your face" situation gracefully, was there?]

Pardon me.

[hazelrink]

[Bleary like, Charlotte is just barely waking up. She tries to reach up to rub her eyes, but oh nope there's a body in the way. ...Um]

...Huh?

[there_were_none]

[Flandre doesn't answer (she does lineface at being poked, though), and flutters off of this unfortunate's face. Hopefully not dragging that arm with her.]