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[madamemoiselle]

{Diva appears on the Plane, just laying perfectly still. This wouldn't be so bad, if not for the rather frightening restraints.

She's wearing a white jumpsuit with her hands secured behind her back. How they're restrained isn't obvious, since there's a thick, cloth bag around her hands as well. Her feet are bare, but there are belt-like straps around her ankles, knees, and elbows. PANDORA was able to figure out about her strength pretty quickly, so they had drained her blood to weaken her in addition to these restraints.

There's also a rather Hannibal style mask to keep her mouth away from anyone, since they had figured out why her teeth were so sharp pretty quickly as well. There's an IV going into her arm through a roughly cut hole in the jumpsuit, dripping something into her. But other than that, Diva is just staring ahead blankly and breathing shallowly.

It's been a bad day.}

((ooc: Basically, Diva got caught by PANDORA, which is a not so nice research facility from Hei's reality. Oops.
Feel free to give her a hand, or if you're the TARDIS, not!))

Comments

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Oh...snap. Crowley will be running over to Diva now, yes.]

...Diva? What...?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Ohsh-- She wrestles with the straps for a moment before thinking 'screw it' and pulling out her switchblade and attacking them. She pauses once she's torn through a few of them to undo the mask and hurl it aside.] Diva. Diva, can you hear me?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Well, she doesn't really know Diva, but this? So. Fucking. Not. Okay. It's a few quick slashes with her belt knife to the straps before she's sliding one arm under the woman's back and easing her up so she's leaning against Aniki's chest. Then she goes to work on the mask.]

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Well that doesn't look healthy! Isaac runs over and fumbles with the mask a few minutes before manging to get it off]

Are you alright?!

[madamemoiselle]

{She doesn't really move, just looking up to him. When she speaks, it's very quiet, almost raspy}

Amshel was angry.

[madamemoiselle]

{Her head kind of flops to the side once the mask is off and she smiles oddly, trying to sit up}

I hear it, I do.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley just kind of stands there in shock for a moment. Then he realizes he should be doing something and waves a hand in Diva's direction.]

[The restraints, the mask, the IV, all of it vanish instantly.]

[madamemoiselle]

{She doesn't move, just let's Aniki do what she wants}

Ne, it's cold, isn't it?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Oh, Diva. [She helps her sit up, very slowly, keeping one arm around the other woman's shoulders.] What happened? No--never mind. [She chews her lip.] Diva. Can you promise me you won't... Drink too much? If I give you some blood?

[madamemoiselle]

{Smiles} I'm hungry.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[On the contrary it's actually starting to look like a pretty good day.] Got yourself into a spot of bother, have you?

[madamemoiselle]

{She wavers for a moment, trying to push herself up to sitting. Her face is still blank, just staring ahead at nothing}

Thank you very much.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Obliviously working at the other restraints] What would you like to eat?

[madamemoiselle]

{Misaki doesn't even get the chance to offer, since once Misaki is close enough, Diva's fangs are in her neck}

[madamemoiselle]

You. Blood.

It's cold, after all.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[STOPS]

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Turns to meet her face very slowly]

Done!

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

If I let you out....are you going to kill me?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Nnk-- Di...va... [Her knees buckle as the vampire drinks, fast enough that she doesn't have much chance to react beyond trying to push Diva weakly away. Oh irony. She sort of hangs in Diva's grip.] S...top...

[madamemoiselle]

{She casts him a glance, but she doesn't so much as twitch}

Why?

[madamemoiselle]

{She laughs quietly}

Who knows?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack stares at Diva in disbelief for a fraction of a second. Then anger flashes across his face, and he stalks towards her looking like he wants nothing more than to hurt something right now. But when he reaches up to undo the mask, his touch is surprisingly gentle.

The anger is still visible, but his voice is devoid of it when he speaks] Who did this to you, Diva?

[madamemoiselle]

{Diva takes enough to sate her hunger temporarily, drawing away after a few moments. But she doesn't want to waste any of that precious blood, so she drags her tongue across the wound that she made}

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Why, what?

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Backs AWAY from the Diva slightly. He wants to bolt, but that goes against everything he stands for so...] If you want me to let you out, you have to promise not to kill me when I do, alright?