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[madamemoiselle]

{Diva stumbles onto the Astral Plane holding her side tightly. She soon collapses to her hands and knees, only to vomit a splat of thick blood onto the not-floor. She groans and gasps as her hands clench in apparent pain. For the real recipient of such an experiment, it probably would not have caused such a violent reaction, but Diva wasn’t even the same species at all.

But in any case, she’s escaped to the Astral Plane to avoid any more of those injections and let the current one take its course.}

Comments

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Maybe you can find who has your world and ask for some better clothes, eh?

[madamemoiselle]

Hmm, that'd be nice. {coughs again, then speaking more softly} Ne, but I really hope a guy didn't get my world or something...That'd be so gross for someone I don't even know to see all my clothes or even talk to my Chevalier.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Well the switches don't seem to always be direct, so someone else may have ended up there.

[madamemoiselle]

Well, in any case, there really isn't anyone here that I'd want to have my life.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

I don't blame you. I feel a bit bad for Minato. He's stuck in my world.

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, Minato was the person with that weird music box. He's really quiet. Ne, but why do you feel bad for him?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Mm, well, there's a war going there on right now and he refuses to stay in the TARDIS, so it's a bit worrying.

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, is it the same war that he mentioned? About the dolphins and sharks, or something like that?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

That's the one. I don't really want Minato caught up in it.

[madamemoiselle]

That would make sense. Ne, but it still does sound funny, you know? A war between animals under the sea, I mean.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[grins a bit] It does sound silly, doesn't it? Especially considering on earth, most of these species are just just in calendars and new age statues and all that.