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[Outside Mayfield's hospital]

[It started again, like clockwork. People disappeared, then reappeared in front of the building precisely one day after the fact. Some had just walked away, but not this particular patient. Flandre couldn’t even crawl. Wouldn't. Not now.

When the medicine had worn off, she had stopped feeling so sick…only to be overcome again by the worst pain she could remember--wanted to remember. Like her arms and legs only then remembered that they were gone and should be hurting instead. It was like that time, only backwnonoNO stop stop. No thinking. No remembering.

Eventually the hurting stopped; she was aware of her head pillowed on something very cold and very damp—snow? Snow. Yes. The pain had gone away.

Now she was completely numb.

…numb was good. Cold was good.

Flandre was tired now, even though she had done nothing; she wanted to sleep. So she tried to—and didn’t move, not even to become more comfortable. Had Flandre been more aware, she might have wondered what an awful picture she made; a tangled heap of leathery wing and the torso attached to them, all lying in the snow.

But she was not. She wanted to sleep.

When she woke up, things would be better...]

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(Too often was Django running into people who fell victim to Mayfield's experiments and tortures. What really scared him, other than how fast the injured count was rising, was that he was getting used to seeing this many people at the brink of death.

That would not stop him from helping everyone he can.)

Not even the children are immune to the cruelty of this hell...can you hear me, little one? Are you still with us?

[A new sound filtered though Flandre's mind only slowly; like it was spoken from a great distance away.

...was someone there?

Flandre's eyes focused again, slowly, dully, though her head only moves a tiny bit. It's one of her now-massive wings twitching that really indicates she isn't completely insensible. Yet.]

Is it...time to sleep?

[She was so tired.]

(The movement of her wing catches his eye, and while it brings up plenty of questions, he kept in mind that Mayfield was capable of many things, possibly including placing large wings on a child.)

...no, not yet. Not out here. Where do you live? I'll take you home.

(It only then occurs to him that she was likely out in the snow for a long time. If her injuries didn't do her in, the cold would. Hesitantly, he took off his scarf and gently wrapped it around her. She needed it much more than he did.)

[Flandre sighs, but tries to keep her eyes open this time. A little.

...what did her house look like, anyway? The one here. They all seemed the same, here...except ones that had people in them. Real people.]

Meiling's house has flowers.

[She didn't recognize the scarf's presence as anything more than a warm thing at first--a very warm thing. Warm was good too. It made her relax and feel much better, so she nestled against it.]

(The description wasn't much to go on, but it was better than nothing. With the scarf helping her stay warm, Django slowly picks her up and begins carrying her through the snow. He sincerely hoped they were still visible and not lost to the cold...)

What did these flowers look like? Were they pretty flowers?

[Flandre wasn't very heavy even when she'd had her all her limbs properly attached. Now, well--now she really wasn't. Her oversized wings do drag on the ground, though she doesn't squirm or fidget or even move when picked up.]

Pretty, pretty...red flowers.

(Red flowers...Meiling...this was all he had to go on, but Django continued walking, holding the poor girl close to try and keep her warm.

My name is Django. Can you tell me yours?

(If he couldn't find her proper home, he could at least take her to his place and maybe call this Meiling or anyone else who knew her.

Flandre...

[She's warm now--warmer. And that made her realize just how cold she had been. Flandre curled up small in this strange person's arms.]

...can I sleep, now?

(Django gives her a reassuring nod.)

Yeah. Get some rest; you'll be home soon.

(One way or another, he'll make sure she's safe with family.)

[she'd of course heard when Flan had disappeared. And by now, they knew where to expect her to show up again.

Screw the sun, SHE WAS COMING ON OUT HERE TO GET HER BABY SISTER, parasol dragging behind her in the wind as she rushed over]

Flandre!

[...that was her name. Who was calling her name? It seemed so familiar, but far away. She lifts her head up out of the snow anyway, blinking slowly, though it didn't clear her vision at all.]

...Remi?

[Flandre did recognize it, after all. Her wings fluff a bit towards her sister--wings that were now twice as big as they should have been, which exaggerated the gesture.]

Remi, Remi.

[The younger vampire was excited now--quietly so. Flandre was too tired to muster her usual enthusiasm, but that didn't matter so much right now. Her sister was here. She was here! Now the hurting would stop and go away.]

Flan!

[Oh god she is just. There are tears in her eyes when she sees her poor sister and runs up to her, just barley remembering to even keep her parasol as she drops down by Flandre's side.]

Wh, what happened to you? What did they do to you!?

Remi, Remi...

[Oh, she was getting closer. Flandre should get up now, to say hello properly.

The younger vampire lifts herself up with her wings--she didn't have arms to do that with--and stands herself up on the bottom of her torso where her legs should have been. With this extra stability in place, she reached one of her thumb claws out to her sister's shoulder.

Flandre was smiling. A little bit. But she was still smiling and happy and it didn't seem to be so cold anymore.]

Remi came to see me.

Of course... of course I did, Flan...

[And she just cannot stop the tears as she kneels down in front of her sister and gently pulls her close, wrapping her arms around her]

[Flandre's face falls when Remilia starts to cry. That...wasn't what happened next. The younger vampire blots at her sibling's face with the palm of her wing, chittering quietly.]

...Remi is sad.

[Then she's pulled into an embrace, and consequently becomes quiet. Remi hadn't done that so much before; this time was special, then. Flandre closed her eyes and put her head down on her sister's shoulder. Now she remembered how tired she was, how much she ached.

But...this was a safe place. A happy one, as happy as the circumstance would allow. She could relax--though in Flandre's case it was more of the little vampire going limp than anything else. Remilia would protect her. Remilia would fix everything.]

[Sakuya just happened to be passing by, and that sight - she couldn't let them be like that. And so she draped her coat over Flandre, then swept both vampires into a gentle hug.]

What happened?

[ Meiling is not the most attentive at the moment. It's a wonder she's up and walking but, even with everything happening, she has to at least show up for work so that she doesn't get droned. That would only worry others more, and she's pretty sure that her drone self would not be able to take care of these wounds with proper cleaning, food, and rest.

She's out and about in her work overalls, a heavy coat and turtleneck on with it. Tightly wrapped bandages stick out from the collar of the sweater and there is also a brief glimpse of it under the brim of the beanie she has on.

Dazed, she stops on the other side of the road and squints. ] Is that... everyone else? [ Meiling waves slowly and crosses into the street—

Whoa, okay, had to dodge a car there. She waves apologetically after the swerving shape and then continues to walk over to the hugpile. ] Aww... is it that cold out? What's going on?

Sakuya... [Remi looks up at the maid, tears in her eyes at the sight...] I, I don't know... They, they did this to Flan... her arms, her legs...

[She starts a bit when she notices the gate guard. And blinks at that greeting.]

...Meiling, you idiot, get over her. Flan is... [She bites her lip though, unable to finish the sentence without breaking into tears again]

[One of said vampires is substantially lighter than the other. And chitters a bit when she's picked up in another direction, but that was very warm yes. Flandre nestled gratefully into the coat with a little sigh.

...there were more voices now.]

Meiling too?

[Almost everyone was here. She would have waved, but couldn't now. And she didn't dare release her wings' grip on her sister and now Sakuya. She might fall, and the ground seemed much further away now.]

Edited (...typos) 2012-02-02 03:30 (UTC)

Everyone's here now, and you're safe, imouto-sama. Just hold on to me, and to your sister. Meiling, you put your hand on my shoulder so I know you're there. I'm going to take you to Meiling and Patchouli-sama's house, and we'll all stay together until you're all right.

[And she's careful, careful not to let the little one fall, wrapping her coat around her. Sakuya nods once.]

Let's get moving.

[ Oblivious to what was going on, she looked wearily between Remilia and Sakuya. ] Huh? But I just... came from there. [ She puts her hand on the maid's shoulder regardless of her weak protest. ] I have to work. I can't get droned. Have to... at least show up later.

Later, Meiling. We're going home.

[A tone that brooked no argument. Her sister was hurt and needed them.

She got to her feet, helping Sakuya to lift the little vampire... she couldn't even stand on her own, could she? Of course not, she didn't even...

The look of pain is clear on Remilia's face. This is just... too horrific, too terrible, that it overcomes even her rage at this atrocious act... at least for now. There would be time for that later.]

[Flandre nods, quietly. With the extra support, she didn't feel so precariously balanced; she relaxed her remaining claws (which were starting to cramp) and curl her wings about herself as best she could.

She did whine--a feeble noise at the back of her throat--despite all the comforts that should have made her at least content and quiet. As she warmed up, she started to hurt again.

Flandre's eyes were almost closed, but she spotted what had to be Meiling's hand, on Sakuya's shoulder. She heard Meiling's voice, what Sakuya said...so it had to be. The little vampire reached out to it with a thumb-claw twice as big as it should have been. Anything, anything to distract herself...]

[Good. No more arguing from Meiling. And so Sakuya sets a brisk pace for the house, because she can hear Flandre whine and she knows it has to hurt. The quicker they can get her home and settled and safe, the better.

In the meantime, she begins to softly sing the melody of a lullaby, hoping it will help Flandre calm down a little more. Everyone was around her, would be there, and things would be as all right as Sakuya could possibly make them.]

[ She feels that light scratching only barely, but brings a finger up to curl around that little claw without removing her hand. Meiling wondered if maybe she was dreaming as they walked along and her friend's voice made its way to her ears. Meiling shuffled along behind her, not able to get a good look at Flandre, but wondering why they had to carry her...

...and at the same time, she couldn't really spare the awareness. Every little crease in the sidewalk or dip of a curb threatened to topple her outright. It's quite amazing she got downstairs of her own power, but the will to stay in control of her mind outweighed the feeling of gravity pulling at her. ] Sakuya has a nice voice...

[Remi followed quietly; with Sakuya carrying Flandre, the little vampire just walked alongside the maid, one hand clinging tightly to her dress until they reached Patchouli and Meiling's house. She opened the door for the maid and quickly hurried them all inside...]

[The younger vampire had lapsed into a kind of not-quite-sleep in the interim; between Sakuya's humming and how exhausted she felt, she couldn't help it. Yet she couldn't sleep completely; she hurt too much. The pain had come in throbbing waves, focused where her limbs ought to have been. Her cries died to a whimper, but no less.

She was only distantly aware of things again--it was warmer. When did get it be so warm? It smelled like a house--was this a house? Sakuya said they were going to one. Meiling's house, Patchouli's house.

Flandre cracks her eyes open again, from where she had them squeezed so tightly shut.]

...are we...home, Remi?

[Her voice was thin and quiet; like it might break at any moment.]

[Sakuya gently sets Flandre down on the couch, pulling proper blankets over her.]

We're not back in Gensokyo. But you're safe now, little one. Everyone is together here and we're going to make you feel better.

Ojou-sama, I'm going to get tea ready. I'll be back in one --

[Time freezes. So handy.]

-- second.

Home? [ Meiling looks around blearily and it takes her a second to snap to it. ] Oh. Right.

[ She begins to take a step. ] I'll help you with—

[ And when time resumes, she bumps her leg right into the coffee table and sort of rolls to land on the ground. ] —that. Ow.

[ She pushes herself up into a sitting position and stares over at the bundle that is Flandre, her head tilted to the side. ] Are you cold? I'm cold. There are better covers upstairs... I should.......... go get them.

[She cringes at the smell of blood as they enter the house, but her concern is with Flandre... luckily, it seems like the little vampire doesn't take much notice for now. Nodding to the maid, she lets the other two go about their help as she kneels next to the couch, reaching up and gently stroking Flandre's hair]

You're safe, Flan. I'm right here.

We're all together now. Here, have some tea, all right? I made the vanilla you like.

[Sakuya speaks as she adds milk and extra sugar, handing the cup to Remilia. It'll be easier for Remi to help her sister out for the time being.]

[ She is silent a moment as she watches. Sakuya is serving Remilia tea and Flandre is getting affection. It's such a nice scene and Meiling has a dumb smile on her face. All it's missing is Patchouli reading a book in a corner and Koakuma organizing the stack by the wizard's chair... ]

[ But then slowly the realization sinks in that things are not quite right. Sakuya is covering for something. Flandre is afraid of something. Remilia is sad about something. Meiling is confused about... all of the somethings.

It takes a good long moment of staring at the others from her spot on the floor before she finally pipes up. ] Something's wrong. What's wrong? What's going on?

[ No, she is not the most observant or sensitive person right now. ]

[Remilia waves away the tea for now, indicating she might have it later. She just wants to pay attention to Flandre right now...

It's just as well, too, since she spins around, a look of pain and rage on her face at Meiling's comments]

They hurt her! They took her, and hurt her, you stupid youkai! Her arms, her legs, they... they...!

[Her outburst quiets as she sits there trembling with anger, tears welling up in her eyes, hands balled up into fists.]

[Flandre's whimpering finally died down completely as she was nestled into something soft—a bed, a couch? It didn’t matter much. It was soft and warm and didn’t make her hurt so much, lying down on it. Her nose did twitch at that blood scent, but it didn’t seem to wake her up.

This was comfortable…and someone was stroking her hair. Remi was. Remi said this was a safe place, and Remi was always right, so…Flandre relaxed. Her wings uncurled a bit as she did so, mostly at the claws. She still hurt, but that didn’t seem so important now. Remilia was here, was petting her—but looked so sad. That made Flandre feel sad, too—and confused. Remi was supposed to be strong and smile a lot and…

Flandre flinched at the outburst, train of thought shattered into bits.]

…so loud…

[The much smaller vampire’s eyes peek open again, glancing about slowly. She found Meiling.]

…there you are, Meiling.

[Her voice still had that thin, weak character to it.]

Edited 2012-02-03 21:46 (UTC)

Meiling. Now is not the time. If you can't say something helpful or at least keep it sensitive, then you need to go and lie down. Imouto-sama doesn't want that, so please.

[In contrast to Remilia's outburst, Sakuya's voice was calm and quiet. She wasn't going to be angry; she needed to keep her marble calm. Right now, she felt as if she was the only one that could.]

Ssh, now. It's all right.

[ Meiling recoils from the vampire's outburst, and then stares between the three of them again. She gives Flandre a little wave, but still looks rather confused. ] Hurt? I don't... I don't understand.

[ Then she is berated by Sakuya and the confusion is only more readily apparent. She plants her hands on the coffee table, pulls herself up, and leans forward. ] I can help! Let me help! Please? I—

[ Meiling is able to get a closer view of Flandre's body, then, and that's when she notices things. If the girl was sitting on her legs she would be taller. If she had her knees up and her arms coiled around her legs she would be bulkier. Those wings, too, are just... massive.

Slowly, the source of that sinking feeling starts to make itself clear and though her mouth is open, she can say nothing. ]

[Remilia, still trembling with... rage? fury? sadness? helplessness? Trembling with emotion, she just gives a small, hurt noise before turning to Sakuya and clinging to the maid tightly, burying her face against her chest. She needs to pull herself together but... it's too hard, she feels like such a failure, having let something like this happen not just to her family, but to her very dearest sister...]

[...this wasn't right. This wasn't supposed to happen. Remi wasn't supposed to be like this. She wasn't supposed to be upset.

Maybe Flandre did something wrong...so, maybe she could fix it. Maybe.

Her wings weren't too swaddled in blankets, she could still move them; so she did, reaching out to rest the thumb-claw on her sister's own wing.]

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