SEVEN.

[failhound]

• VOICE •

[THUNK, CRUNCH.]

[and so at long last! we are back with more comm abuse as Nora's communicator hits something quite solid, knocking it on and straight over to--]


• VIDEO •

--TCH WHERE YOU'RE THROWING THE DAMN THINGS!! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THEIR UGLY MUGS WITHOUT YOU HELPING 'EM ALONG!

HEY, ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO--

[okay for the first moment you probably have no way to understand what you're looking at, since everything is at crazy angles. but that is Nora's hand over there and perhaps his knee down there and yes.

something large and dark-colored and organic-looking is flying very fast in this general direction.]

--ME?!!?

[there is a blurry moment where you get the full benefit of closeup on Reaver A's lovely, disfigured face before--

CRUNCH.

In the next frozen moments you realize:

1. Something black and silver and red has just whizzed across the scene and straight into the incoming Reaver.
2. This something has resolved itself into a red-tipped spear with a black handle and silver grip.
3. The Reaver is now a small speck on the horizon.]

... that was cool.

DO IT AGAIN!

[Excited loli has gone to fetcheth another Reaver.]

--Huh? Wait, what do you mean, what're you--

HEY!!

[whatever other objections Nora may have been about to make are cut off as Reaver B comes rocketing down the street. oh boy. but! that's the end of the spectacle, because next moment Nora's foot comes down on the communicator.]

[OOC: REAVER BASEBAAAAAAALL. Red denotes a u_n_asplode, who is now our Designated Reaver Pitcher. ♥ Feel free to spectate/join in/have a Reaver break your window/head/idk. Replies will be sporadic until later tonight due to CLASS!!!]

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[ACTION!]

[u-n-asplode.livejournal.com]

[HER GRIP IT IS MADE OF IRON.

But.

The vampire is slowly...deliberately...letting go of Nora. One finger at a time.

Murderously insane, what ever might give you that idea?]

[ACTION!]

[failhound.livejournal.com]

[Well she is a youkai! That much is not unexpected. Still, IT ADDS TO THE FACT THAT THIS IS A VERY UNSETTLING SITUATION?!

Seriously, Flandre, what are you.]

... You done?

[Bristling a little, because he doesn't actually want to attack you or set you off again but he's not pleased with having to hold himself back, either.]

[ACTION!]

[u-n-asplode.livejournal.com]

[Just a little bit crazy~]

Maybe.

[Still in your personal space, though, even though she has let go now. At least she's stopped redtexting!]

[ACTION!]

[failhound.livejournal.com]

[That much was obvious. He'll just watch you warily; he's had way too much experience recently getting attacked by animals feral things, and you're not too far off.

This is ironic because we are beating up Reavers right now.]

Better be. We've got other stuff to worry about, anyway.

[LIKE REAVERS?!]

[ACTION!]

[u-n-asplode.livejournal.com]

[Flandre just smiles--and then lofts up, away from Nora, and over the nearest rooftop.

The puppy seems to have escaped mauling! For now.]