Nineteen Coins [Audio]

[u_n_asplode]

--y is this door warm? Laevateinn is out here…

[There is a scuffling noise, the sound of Flandre’s wings chiming, a door opening--

--a thunderous WHOOMPH, of flames rushing out into unconsumed air. And a shriek of panic, and the sound of something breaking.]

FIRE--?!

[The feed crackles, glitches-and ends in garbled static.]

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[icyconformist]

[ SOB DIDN'T I JUST TALK TO YOU THIS MORNING AND YOU WERE A-OKAY? ]

Fla--Flandre-san!

[u_n_asplode]

[BUSY BEING ON FIRE CALL AGAIN LATER. Have some static and garbled, disembodied sounds of burning and Flandre screaming for your trouble, though.]

[icyconformist]

[ PLEASE DO NOT SCREAM. ]

Flandre-san, where are you?!

[u_n_asplode]

[WHAT DO MEAN DON'T SCREAM I'M ON FUCKING FIRE]

--arrêt--[static]

[Sorry, she can't really hear or answer you right now.]

[flynmabisn]

Flan--

Flandre, are you okay?! Flan!

[u_n_asplode]

[NO NO SHE ISN'T, BRB ON FIRE]

[flynmabisn]

[ JHFKDLHGKLSDF CRAP AND IT'S SNOWING TO HARD TO LEAVE THE HOUSE. BUT HE WILL TRY FOR HIS FRIEND. ]

to the rescue?

[withoutawing]

[ First mommy is all but dropping dead from fever and hunger and now the hospital is on fire. What's next, his other mommy showing up to eat the planet? He just follows his nose to the fire, mentally prepping his materia for fire extinguishing. ]

Yes plz she be burning D:

[u_n_asplode]

[Flandre is running about one of the side wings, near the lobby--but moving away from it, crashing into walls and clawing at herself and the flames and the smoke. The vampire's hair is singed, her dress's right sleeve is still alight and smoldering elsewhere, her hands and arms are burned and her red eyes are wide despite the stinging, acrid smoke.

She has never known fire like this before--and panic has driven all logical thought out of her mind.]

okay~

[withoutawing]

[ The flames in his way were simply doused with a lower-level Ice, turning some of the floor wet and smoldering. He spotted the flailing vampire and stripped off his cloak of crude furs and flings it over her head before casting another low-level Ice - not at her, but the cloak itself to help combat the heat of the flames. ]

Order of discovery: Cirno > Patchy > Sephyfais?

[u_n_asplode]

[Instead of too hot and burning, it was suddenly cold and wet--and dark. It still hurt--very much so--but was that...ice?]

Cirno?

[baka_jyanai]

-Cirno knows that sound.

Fuck the dark and fuck the snow. She immediately leaves the school and begins running towards the hospital.-

[u_n_asplode]

[The hospital's lobby is in flames, with patches of fire all through the first floor--spilling out of one open door with particular virulence.

From the same hallway, there is the distant sound of Flandre's wings--and her screaming, abruptly choked off by acrid smoke.]

[baka_jyanai]

-Cirno busts into the lobby already well frosted and wet from the snow. The difference in temperature is radical and jarring, but she doesn't stop. She keeps her head low (easy for being so short) and begins dashing towards the source of the voice.-

[u_n_asplode]

[There is another small crashing sound as Flandre trips, falls, and sends her wing crystals rattling and knocking against one another. The vampire yelps in pain as she lands on her arm, extinguishing the flames--but falling on the burns there.

She is no longer actively burning--but her hands, aforementioned arm, and part of her face that didn't turn away from the door in time are also badly burned. But she's not moving much, either.]

I WILL NOT BE LATE FOR THIS!

[witchoftheweek]

[Patchy audibly screams and runs to Flandre]

[u_n_asplode]

[Flandre is still falling, flailing, and burning in the side hallway west of the lobby. She did trip over something, so at least her dress was no longer actively on fire--but her arms and face were still burned, her lungs full of smoke.]

[witchoftheweek]

[A spellcard for every day]

Water Sign: "Princess Undine"!

[The rain falls down on Flandre]

[u_n_asplode]

[A prickle, entirely unlike fire, crept across her skin now--but it was cool, instead of painful. It made her skin crawl and twitch and squirm uncomfortably, and Flandre began to fidget away from it even as she stopped smoldering. But, the falling water was everywhere--

--was Cirno there? Or was it Patchouli...]