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[madamemoiselle]

{Diva is sitting in a chair, legs crossed and martini in hand, and obviously in the middle of a conversation. Though, depending on who you are, that conversation may be of little importance in comparison to what she's wearing. Diva is wearing a long black robe, thigh highs, and matching underwear. At least the robe's top is conveniently placed to cover her chest, but otherwise, that's it. You can guess what Diva was doing before.}

---to kill me. So he should die. It's what I've...{But she trails off as she realizes where she is, taking a sip of her martini instead}

...Ah~ Ne, that's really bad timing. And today was already a strange day.

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[didorothy]

[Sam is the sort of person who's far, far more focussed on anything involving death than on interestingly-dressed Diva. Copper!mode overrides everything]

Who should die, Diva?

[madamemoiselle]

{Purses her lips before she looks to the side}

...Well...{quietly, but with disinterest} Solomon.

[didorothy]

The one whose been straying.

Diva, you can't.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I see you haven't changed.

[madamemoiselle]

{With a haughty frown} It's hardly anything that should concern a machine.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Except your vampiric nature will lend itself to harming someone else I care for, and that cannot be allowed. [smirks] Did you learn of yet another person who does not love you? Is that why they must die?

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[because the Brigadier is still standing by his intentions on keeping an eye on Diva, here he is, again, a bit removed; hands behind his back, at attention, and just watching. he's not a creep, really. D: or a stalker, he's... just concerned]

[madamemoiselle]

{Glances over with a frown} Do you have something to say?

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

Killing someone isn't going to help with your desire to 'change'.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[despite the keywords of this icon, that's not his focus of interest.] Diva?

[madamemoiselle]

It's just trouble at home~ Nothing that you need to worry about.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Well, I'll worry anyway. What sort of trouble?

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[frowning deeply] Oi, you're not going to kill someone are you? [then she pauses] What was that first part about killing you?

[madamemoiselle]

One of my Chevalier tried to kill me.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

What?? Aren't they your bodyguards?

[contract_star]

[Chooses to ignore the outfit.] Diva?

[madamemoiselle]

{Takes a sip~} Hm?

[contract_star]

Who's trying to kill you? ...Is it Saya again?

[sweetumeboshi.livejournal.com]

D-Diva-san? Someone should... die?

[madamemoiselle]

Ah~ Well, someone--a friend--tried to kill me, so I'm a little upset.

[sweetumeboshi.livejournal.com]

To... kill... B-but, that's terrible! Th-that... can't... couldn't it be a misunderstanding?! [Cannot handle this place. Japan burning, friends trying to kill each other...]

[bacchusprince.livejournal.com]

[A good actor can ignore an interesting outfit! Or at least pretend to.]

Ah Diva-san! Planning a passionate murder? Just as in the great plays. What're you planning on? Poison in his drink, perhaps hiring an assassin?

[madamemoiselle]

{purses her lips, avoiding the question somewhat} I don't think that it would be like a play at all.

[mustbesymmetric.livejournal.com]

[TWELVE YEAR OLD BRAIN IS BROKEN. He very quickly turns around, blushing, to avoid SHAMING HIMSELF by looking at an under dressed woman. Because it's not honorable to ogle a woman and daddy would never approve!]

I'm sorry! Do you need some clothes?!

[madamemoiselle]

Eh? Oh, no, I have some, but thank you. {Because robe + underwear is totally sufficient clothing in her book}