not_so_great_wall | 011 ~*~ To those we've left behind

[ Action : 340 Brady Lane : Closed ]
[ It's cold. That's how Meiling knows something is wrong. This is not what being "nothing" feels like, right? Being "erased". After being blown away like that, she shouldn't be feeling anything, but she is and that's what draws her out of her sleep.

But she can't sit up because of something else she's feeling. It's a small warm presence laying on top of her under the covers, and whatever — or whoever — it is is... wearing her hat. She smiles softly, flexing her fingers experimentally before she reaches down to pat the head of her little companion. Then she tries to slide off of the bed as carefully as possible while rolling to deposit the blond vampire into the spot she just vacated. No sense in waking her up just because Meiling needed a snack. ]

[ Action : Makeout Point : Sunset ]
[ Once the sun approached the horizon, and after flying around aimlessly, Meiling can be found slumped against a tree near the popular parking lot. The trunk of it is bent as if something much, MUCH larger than a woman had slammed right into it, and several torn branches are strewn about the equally large indentation in the ground around her.

This is what happens when one spontaneously loses the ability to fly, while in mid-air. Open landing, she lost the strength and form of her youkai body, so everything about her seemed duller than normal. Her skin was dirty and scraped, her hair was more of a natural red hue than the iconic blazing color one would be used to, and her blue eyes don't have the luster they normally would.

Why should they? They've all said it. She's a replacement; a shell of her former self. Whatever she chose to give up to make everyone happier didn't work at all, and now she's stuck somewhere in the middle of all that, unable to muster up enough energy to even sleep. ]

(OOC: This is all taking place the morning of the "missing" people, and Meiling herself has been erased. Have fun with that!)

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[As soon as her teeth were free, Flanre started talking--yelling, almost, in a frantic and angry way.]

You're not Meiling--you're not!

[This was a trick. An awful, awful trick. Her voice is as anguished as it is angry, even as she bristles and mantles her wings. The broken one hurt, but no matter now--not with this thing in front of her.]

[ It's been some time since she's seen or heard Flandre acting like this, but to think it was because of her...

Wait. That's what the dream said, didn't it? That it would take her out of the lives of others, back from the beginning. Like you weren't even born... ]

[ She tries her best to fight at the frown, but her smile just isn't winning. ] Of— Of course it's me! Look, just give me my hat and I'll show you. [ Meiling reaches her other hand forward, aiming to gently take her cap back. ]

NO! [Flandre snarls as the hand draws near, baring her fangs even as tears well up in her eyes.]

It's Meiling's hat, not--not yours!

[She snaps at this drone's hand again, though a bit slower this time. She shrinks back, her good wing flaring out like she could protect the hat this way.]

[ This hurts. Meiling isn't always the sharpest knife in the drawer but right now she's so mixed up that it feels as if something is physically squeezing her inside. She does not draw that hand away, for if she flinched, what would Flandre think? Instead, she endures it, because the pain might break through the nightmare she was very clearly still having. ]

It... it's okay, Flandre. You're just feeling a little... confused. Yeah, that's it! [ Pulling that hand away, slowly. ] Why... why don't you just wait here in bed where it's warm and I'll... I'll ask Patchouli. She'll know — she can help. I know she can!

[Flandre felt awful. Her chest felt cold and heavy and roiling and tight all at once, like she was sick. She had been sleeping, just a bit ago, and everything was right--Meiling was holding her and she was warm and happy even though it was so cold. And then--and then, this.

She lets go of that hand again, slowly. They hadn't run away, just like Meiling wouldn't have--that made it worse.

The little vampire creeps backwards, further into the blankets where it was dark--until only the red disks of her eyes remained, glowing like equally little embers. The growling subsides, until there is only quiet.

Then a single sob.]

[ That sob was like a shot right through her heart. Meiling murmured to herself as she backed away from the bed, slowly, not even noticing when she knocked over the lamp off the nightstand, or the clock, or tipped over a chair.

Steadily, her voice grew louder and more desperate as she shook her head. ] No. This... this is all wrong...

This is all wrong all wrong all wrong

MISS PATCHOULI! [ It's like she was calling out for help upon seeing something terrible and tragic; which was right. This was tragic! Something was affecting Flandre and it wasn't just a droning or something that simple. It wasn't anything like that at all.

She scrambles, then, across the cold room to throw open the door, to run into the hall, to pound on the wizard's door. ] Patchouli, I need help!

[ Forget waiting on permission to enter, she busts right in, and... ]

011 ~*~ To those we've left behind

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