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[tsukihime]

[Phone | Unfiltered]

[Arcueid comes over the phone lines for the first time in a long time...and she sounds a little off. Off as in slurring her speech JUST a bit and seems even less able to collect her thoughts than usual.]

Hey...hey...does anyone know what the best alcohols are? I drank a lot of that vodka stuff when we were in Russia...and the blond girl in the cool hat showed me that it's fun to do sometimes.

So what's the best alcohols to drink? I have some stuff here but it's all not very good. At least I think it's not very good. I don't like it much.

Tell me and you can come drink some with me, okay?

[With a short laugh, Arcueid hangs up the phone.]

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[tsukihime]

[Oh yes, Ciel, Arcueid sees that opening. The focus on the bottle, those keys raised to strike. Not today. Arcueid has more exploration to do, to discover what you're hiding under those vestments, plus the bottle must be protected at ALL COSTS.

So, the second those keys go up, Arcueid dives. Unfortunately, coming from behind, she's not going to get a chance to get a feel of those hindquarters meats. Though, as she realizes far too late, something has gone horribly wrong.

She intended to restrain Ciel...but instead she misjudged her momentum. Instead of simply grabbing the woman to hold her back, she's just going to bowl her over from behind.

Likely sending the both of their bodies right into Marisa in a tangled heap. This is a dogpile that isn't going to end well for anyone.]

[adropofjupiter]

[If Marisa wasn't drunk, this would've been an amusing thing to watch that does that natural slow-motion thing where everyone involved realizes at the same moment how horribly this was going to end. But the witch is drunk and still trying to protect the booze. And, well, she's by far the smallest of the trio and JUST A NORMAL HUMAN.

A normal human that somehow ends up sandwiched between Ciel and Arcueid. BUT THE BOTTLE WAS PROTECTED. Marisa managed to get it held to the side when the Tsukiboob Ball hit her. And she sets it safely to the side with a sigh.

And then, she notices WHAT she's smooshed against. Nope. Not complaining.

Just don't mind some wandering hands, Ciel... Arc. Marisa's gonna cop a feel and make it seem like the two of them just felt each other up. CAUSE SHE'S THAT GOOD... and Ciel will probably just assume it was Arc anyways given the vampire's earlier attentions...]

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[ex_seventh238]

[You know Marisa

your trick would be more believable if Arc's hands weren't completely busy on her butt. It is true that Arcueid Brunestud, the White Princess of the True Ancestors and the Will of Gaia, possesses tremendous power and ability.

Having more than 2 hands however is not part of that.

]

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[ex_seventh238]

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okay who are we kidding. What follows is a very much teenage girl scream as any would expect from getting inappropriately touched. One would have every right to express their rage, sorrow, disappointment, embarrassment, shock, and rightful indignation when put under such a ghastly situation.

Yet we are nevertheless experienced in the fighter genre. There was a legitimate fight ongoing before the situation began to rapidly deteriorate. Reaching Max Heat bar however was still possible.

The 300% happens now.]

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[ex_seventh238]

[What follows then is also what any genre-savvy audience probably already expected.

The house explodes.



There doesn't need to be any logical explanation. The situation explains itself. And then there was much admonishing and the booze situation shall becomea hotly contested topic within the household of 1125 Taylor Road. Everyone involved in today's incident will recover, some with a much worse hangover than others, but January 21st of 195X within the Perfect Little Town of Mayfield will pass nevertheless as a day like any other. Some may just remember it as a day that proved itself to be more violent and eventful than others.

Perhaps that's all that should be remembered. Perhaps not. Either way...

The continuation shall be disclosed at another time.

fin]