[Mari]

Shiya thankfully attempts to come to Arle's aid! ...However, Flandre's strength was actually quite great and he would find himself incapable of pulling her off of Arle. He would try, but he would only succeed in pulling them both off the ground somewhat before Flandre violently tore out of his grip. A little giggle escaped her mouth. "Hehe. I'm not sure where you intend to take me Miss, but can't it wait a moment? I'm attempting to reconcile physically with this poor waif~" Flandre remarked. Notably, she seemed to have completely lost interest in fighting. The vampire returned her attention back on Arle with renewed vigor...

7brtia0np_1d20+2 (Flandre's Continued forced turning)
p_1d20-3 (Arle's Resistance)
p_1d20+4 (Flandre's Psychodestruction)
p_1d20+2 (Arle's Mental Resistance)

It probably shouldn't have been surprising to anyone that this supernatural monster could overpower Ms. Mage Classic over here. She kicked and squirmed, but it was as if she were fighting someone several weight classes above her. What was surprising, at least to the mage herself, was the sharp and agonizing pain that abruptly shot up her body as Flandre's destructive touch kicked into effect. Arle could feel what little breath she had being knocked out of her by the incredible pain she was being put through. An arm was jammed into her mouth against her will, and what really was she supposed to do about it? ...Bite? Arle continued her struggle, but found that a combination of her newfound wounds and suffocation was rapidly stealing her already limited strength away. She reluctantly went mostly still and allowed herself to breath. She wasn't sure what would happen when she did, but she needed to be conscious if she wanted any hope at protecting herself.

"...You're a lot stronger than I thought. Are you even trying~?" Flandre asked in amusement. She could tell that Arle was stronger than your average mortal judging by how she survived her psychodestruction, but was somewhat bemused by how easily she was able to overpower her. Clearly the mage must secretly love her back.

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[Coolshaymin]

"Oh well, looks like this is one corpse I won't get to pick up. That is kind of disappointing but hey, at least Flandre gets a girlfriend right? You too are so cute struggling to the death~," Orin stated from her... Feline like laying down position... Yeah, it looked like the cat spirit held no intent on helping the Heroine. The harvester of corpses clearly was not a very good ally to have in this dire a time. Oh well, looks like the day is doo-

7xlCjx|Qp_1d20+4(Viridi's Curry Sorcery on Flandre)

A ball of magic came flying at Flandre almost as if out of nowhere. The surprise attack came from a girl that just teleported in from her departing earth, wind and petals in an outfit similar to Arle's but more in her style.

"Sorry, but I think she is interested in girls a little less hands on," Viridi claimed.

"Oooo, looks like the show is heating up~."

"... Why are you even here again?"

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[Mari]

Flandre watched Arle with eyes filled with cruel and selfish desire. It had probably been long enough that the mage had been forced to consume at least a little blood. Now all that remained was to apply a little bit of crushing pressure to her precious little throat and--...Suddenly, Flandre was curry. She would have likely protested this development in confusion but found she had no mouth. She was nothing more than a bowl of curry with legs, currently sitting on Arle's belly. The mage promptly recoiled now that she had regained free movement, grimacing and promptly spitting on the ground in a vain attempt to remove the vile taste of blood from her mouth. "...Oh thank god--I mean thank you, Viridi." Arle gasped out. "It's kind of the same meaning, right?" Arle pondered aloud in bemusement, only to notice that a conveniently delicious smelling bowl had presented itself for the cleansing of her palette. "...Although I have to admit, she does look a bit more palatable now." Arle would go on to remark, giving the curry bowl a devilish look. Before she could even begin to act on that thought though, Flandre promptly attempted to headbutt her with ... very mild success, rather pitifully ramming the side of her bowl into Arle's face and attempting to repeat the gesture. It seemed like she did not grasp quitting. "Waaaah?! Killer Curry!" Arle blurted out in alarm, having apparently not noticed the curry was animated until just now. She promptly attempted to crawl away from the violent dish, which frankly looked a little comical. Your star mage getting bullied by actual food, Viridi.

"What's happening?!" Arle went on to blurt out, requesting aid in figuring out how to deal with the upset vampire.

[Coolshaymin]

"... This girl just does not know when to quit, does she?" Viridi shrugged off Flandre the Living Curry attacking Arle. "May not be the best idea to eat her. She may destroy your stomach from the inside," Viridi warned though she was not sure how likely that was. She was not too familiar with a lover this... Violent... Not that she had much familiarity with them to begin with.


"I turned her into curry with a Curry Bomb I created. However, the thing with Food Bombs is that the victim is still very much alive, sentient and mobile. It is more meant as a mean to restrict a foe but some wizards do indulge themselves with those they transform," Viridi explained. "And by the way, the spell is only temporary so we may have to make a plan fast," She added.

"Oh? Food Spells? That sounds like a fun thing to have when you are feeling a little hungry, huh? Good thing Flandre does not have any from what I recall. Though it could just be a secret. Either way, it seems you two have this handled. Just call me if you feel less confident. I will be taking a cat nap," Orin resigned before transforming into a black and red cat and... Curling up to sleep... She was pretty confident Flandre had no reason to target her apparently... 

[Mari]

Arle gently yet firmly shoved Flandre away from her, just sort of haphazardly squirming to her feet. "...Suddenly I'm not hungry anymore." she replied rather lamely, holding the curry bowl at arm's length and turning her gaze away in disgust. Why did one even make curry they shouldn't eat? That was stupid! What an awful mental image you'd provided her with, Viridi! Arle quickly tried to think of a pla--no wait. What was she doing? This was stupider! Everything was stupid! They couldn't bring this vampire back peacefully! She'd be a threat to everyone around them! Arle's frustration peaked and a very violent thought entered her mind. She... ignored it.

"...Why don't I just hit her with a sleeping spell and we can go from there? Who are we even supposed to bring this girl to anyway?? She's too strong and uncooperative to be put in jail..." Arle suggested, resisting the very strong urge to taste Flandre. She promptly summoned a diacute orb in preparation for the targeted spell, all the while holding the flandre curry at arm's length. "...Ugh. I really need something to get the taste of blood out of my mouth." Arle would go on to whine. She certainly looked a little ill.

[Coolshaymin]

"Good thinking, Arle. Arlon tells me there is a mansion emitting red mist nearby. Maybe we should send her there? It's nearby and maybe their residents will have an easier time... With her. Probably best to leave a warning though so they are at least prepared..."


"... Wait... Blood...? From her? You... You did not actually... swallow any of it, did you?" The Nature Goddess asked. Suddenly she sounded pretty concerned.

Orin remained asleep while the two talked to eachother.

[Mari]

Arle looked away rather guiltily, perhaps answering Viridi's question before she even began to speak. "I--... I think I did." Arle would reluctantly reply. "Not that I had a choice. She forced it down my throat..." Arle would quickly go on to explain. She wasn't proud of what she'd done, or rather what Flandre had done to her. Drinking blood was kinda gross, and she'd pretty aptly had it forced down her throat. Before Arle could finish that thought, Flandre abruptly regained her real form and made a lunge for Arle's throat. "Tell me--Did you like it?!" Flandre blurted out rather competitively as she once again went on the offensive. This time, however, Arle was ready for her. ....Probably. Maybe. "K-Konran!" Arle blurted out,

JUr7qTv0p_1d20+4 (Arle's Konran; Inflicts Sleep)
p_1d20+2 (Flandre's Resistance)

...And she was succesful! Flandre just sort of passed out in front of Arle, who quickly backpedaled a bit to give her some room. "...We should move her quick. I guess we can write a note..?"1d20+4·1d20+2

[Coolshaymin]

"And how exactly do we go about moving her? A crib?" Viridi joked in response to Arle's suggestion. The Nature Goddess seemed a tad unusually unnerved.

"Sounds like a perfect ride for her," Apparently Orin was still awake as she transformed back into a humanoid girl and laying down on her stomach to look up at them...

"... Do you think we should let her move the vampire? I feel some tests are pretty important right now for you. Drinking a vampire's blood can have some really unwanted side-effects. Best to make sure we have a plan in case... You are cursed or something..." Viridi suggested after a moment of hesitation.

[Mari]

Arle just sort of glanced at Orin for a moment, declining to scold the other for her lack of help. Her mind was already elsewhere, though it wasn't lost on her that Orin wasn't trustworthy. ...But... she could be depended on to fulfill the mission, right? She wasn't sure Orin actually had a crib, but Arle had to admit that it wasn't a bad idea. "...It would probably keep her asleep longer if she were comfortable." Arle mused aloud before allowing herself to become distracted. Viridi's concern filled Arle with a little bit of dread, mostly because she knew the other was right and being cursed sounded awful, even before the context of a vampire was established. "Yeah, you're probably right. Just thinking about it makes me sick--Unfortunately not literally." Arle replied somewhat lamely, turning her head slightly and sticking her tongue out at no one in particular in an expression of disgust. She wasn't the type of person that could simply force themself to throw up at will, as much as she didn't mind the idea right now. "I was kind of hoping she'd be a bit less insane. I mean anyone who preys on humans like that is bound to be at least a little bit crazy, but she's nuttier than a Snickers bar."


MISSION COMPLETE

[Coolshaymin]

"Yeah, she does seem very unbalanced. Though we should focus on moving her. How exactly do we go about 'making her comfortable'? We do not want her waking up for a long while," Viridi asked.

"A warm blanket and a nuclear bird helps me sleep very well at night~!" Orin suggested.


"And I don't suppose you have those do you?" Viridi mocked. This cat was being very unhelpful.    

[Mari]

Arle was steadily growing distressed the more time they spent discussing their plan instead of putting it into action. Was she the only person still really concerned about her health? "I can cast a sleeping spell on a blanket that'll linger for a while and help keep her asleep. I guess that'll have be good enough..." Arle lamented, a sort of anxiousness in her voice. There were some shenanigans to ensue involving a craddle, some swaddling and a bit of magic--but that was a story for another time.

(End of Presence)