9th Confession [Action/Voice]

[notabluesbro]

[Morning time.

Wolfwood just wanted to check out the snow, so he's hanging out around the usual hustle and bustle areas to see people building snow men and hitting others in snow fights. Interesting—he'll have to get Vash in the face with a snowball when he gets the chance... Now, it doesn't take long for him to notice things aren't normal: this is where you come in. He might see your thoughts, see your notmygender, or even see you teleporting right out of his view. People seem... off. And over time, even more than off.

And he comes to a conclusion: oh no.

Wolfwood's bright enough to know what's what. And when his 'experiment' hits him, he's out and about in town—thought bubbles? The hell kind of experiments is that supposed to be. At any rate, he wasn't about to get himself into any awkward situations if he could help it, so he's just gonna try getting home before anyone he knows can bump into him (because he is a pretty secretive man, if not a liar when he wants to be). Though, that's not too hard, considering he's chilled by this snow business.

Which, by the way, is pretty damn interesting, despite his dislikes.

Of course, he can't even see the gigantic run-on thought bubble hanging over his scrunched, grumpy shoulders:]

(Goddamn Malnosso jerks I can't believe how stupid their experiments are why is this even helpful to them I wish I could strangle one of them just one of 'em what is even the point of showing off thoughts what am I saying they do it to piss everyone off I hope they get kicked so hard they gain a few octaves—)

[...It keeps going for a while. Don't worry! It's just a moment of... the usual mild annoyance. Thanks, Luceti.

He manages to get back home eventually, where he makes a voice post in the hopes that that will work out for him (it won't). He manages to control his annoyed tone in favor of a more casual 'nothing to see here' tone.]

[Voice]

Okay, who else is having problems with keeping their thoughts to themselves?

Comments

[goldenglasses]

[Hey there, currently not his BFF in his mind. Interesting thought you have there. Vash is sitting on the couch cleaning his weapon by the time you get home without a trace of the typical goofy grin that's should be on his face.]

Mind reading, again? Those morons must be running out of new ideas.

[notabluesbro]

......





[That is most definitely not normal.]

What's your problem?

[He wonders if it has to do with this event—because, quite frankly, it doesn't seem limited to just thought bubbles. If that were the case, they were in for so much crap.]

[goldenglasses]

I already had to deal with that mind reading shit once. Do you really think I'm looking forward to it again? [Jeez, should he really have to explain that one? Humans are so stupid.]

[notabluesbro]

(...Great. They must've messed with his head.)

Someone dropped you on your skull today, spikey. Maybe you should go sleep it off in your room. With the door locked.

(While I nail the door shut again.)

[goldenglasses]

They haven't done anything to my head and stay away from my door.

[Voice] I'm gonna end up tagging all your characters 8|

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[miracle of miracles... Sanji's completely normal, and has also noticed the madness that is now Luceti via journal. It doesn't take him long to get the gist of what's happening either - he's seen at least half these experiments before, and is constantly checking above his own head by noon.]

Tch. Not yet.

Re: [Voice] You shouldn't have made friends with their canonmates. WAHAHAHAHA

[notabluesbro]

(And here I was hoping I'd be saying that.)

I'm guessing you've been seeing some of the crap going on around here, then. Just in time for the snowy season—nothing better than freezing your ass off and dealing with this.

...but at least I'm not teleporting.

[Voice] DDDD8

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Luck of the draw, prea.... cher.... [Hi thought bubble. Sanji stares and then pointedly turns away with a roll of his eyes]

And don't jinx it. The shitty Malnosso'll find some way to toss us out in the cold.

Re: [Voice] *bats eyelashes innocently*

[notabluesbro]

I don't even get how any of this is helpful, for them to randomly sic their experiments on us.

Again, at that.

By the way, they did something to Vash, too. He's kind of an asshole.

[He's not looking too much into that. Hopefully he wouldn't a huge pain in the ass while this experiment goes on.]

[Voice] 8| /rejects all future CR attempts

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[... This conversation is gonna require a few packs of cigarettes, isn't it? Sanji's gonna get started on that]

How much asshole are we talking?

[Action]

[amber-arcangel.livejournal.com]

[Lucky for you Wolfwood, this familiar person looks perfectly normal! The only thing off? She's not floating like she usually does. And if you're really looking, a bit of a more girlish body.

All she's doing right now is trying to read that thought bubble of yours, which is hard because she still can't read that fast.]

Re: [Action]

[notabluesbro]

[O-oh, it's his typical angel man/lady! Sort of. Don't think he doesn't notice a curve or two.]

Oh, uh—hey there, Kohaku. Doing all right?

(Mister or miss... Hmmmm...)

[Action]

[amber-arcangel.livejournal.com]

I think so! [She has yet to figure out just what has happened to her, but she feels pretty fine so far.]

...You think to fast. [Noope, she feels no shame for reading people's thoughts!]

Re: [Action]

[notabluesbro]

[O Lord, she's looking at his thoughts. He waves a hand above him like he's swatting a fly.]

Ahahaha, you don't say? Well, I guess I'm just a fast-thinking type of guy!

You've been noticing people acting a little out of it today?

[Action]

[amber-arcangel.livejournal.com]

[Kohaku laughs a bit at that, since it doesn't help make it go away at all.]

I can't read very quickly.. [So fast-thinking isn't nice. :|]

...Out of it? No..maybe strange. I think an experiment has started.

[liltroublesome.livejournal.com]

[It's hard enough to read that when you're tall enough to see them; having to crane your head up doesn't make it any easier. 8|]

You want to kick an octopus?

[notabluesbro]

[...]

Uh... no. Not exactly.

[This kid's kind of familiar. He squints a little at him, curious.]

What're you doing out here, kiddo? Shouldn't you be with your folks?

[liltroublesome.livejournal.com]

They're busy. [He hopes he'll meet up with them anyways... Yes, yes, he's lying. But he doesn't know where he is or who this is, so he's not sure it's a good idea to tell this guy that he's lost.] But I'm gonna meet up with them later.

[notabluesbro]

Oh, I see... [He wonders about that. But the kid didn't have any reason to lie, did he? Especially in a place like Luceti. Instead, he just waves it off, and assumes nothing in terms of the experiments.]

What's your name, kid?

[liltroublesome.livejournal.com]

Shikamaru.

[bearingevil.livejournal.com]

[No, not thoughts. Sanosuke wishes it was thoughts. Instead he has boobs.]

If that's happened, you're lucky.

[notabluesbro]

Not always, trust me.

What happened to you, then?

[bearingevil.livejournal.com]

I'm supposed to be a guy.

[notabluesbro]

[...]

Yeesh, sounds like a tough journey you've had through this experiment, so far.

[bearingevil.livejournal.com]

No kidding. This isn't exactly what I call fun. And it's got to be a hell of a lot easier keeping control of your thoughts than a set of breasts. These aren't comfortable by a long shot.

[Though they've been tied down well, if Wolfwood dares to look at the non-existent picture we'll pretend is with this comment]