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

[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.

1/2

[notabluesbro]

Shikamaru....?

Huh...

[notabluesbro]

So, when'd you get to good ol' Luceti?

[liltroublesome.livejournal.com]

[Aha! Now he has a name for this place! But great, now he has to lie again. What would be believable...]

A few days ago.

[notabluesbro]

A few days ago, huh?

[He smirks.]

Did anyone tell you about your wings?

[liltroublesome.livejournal.com]

[...









...sneaking a look. >.>]

[notabluesbro]

...Didn't notice 'em?

[liltroublesome.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Iruka-sensei would be so mad- Oh! Of course. Sensei taught them about illusions in class last week.] It's probably just a genjutsu.

[notabluesbro]

...A gen-what?

[Yeah, who didn't see that coming.]

[liltroublesome.livejournal.com]

You know. [Come on man, all ninja out of the academy have to know this one!] An illusion technique.

[...and this guy's the one casting it, isn't he?]

[notabluesbro]

[He raises his brow at that.]

An illusion technique...?

[He doesn't find it unbelievable, considering his world has a few oddities itself. But he shrugs nonetheless.]

Don't think we have very many of those around here. Nothing I'd know about, anyway; besides, we've all got wings, kid.

Just don't pull on them.

[liltroublesome.livejournal.com]

[But he's not from this village. Gah, this place is so confusing.]

What happens when you pull on them?

[notabluesbro]

Well, it hurts like you wouldn't believe, is what.

[liltroublesome.livejournal.com]

Well I figured that. [If it's actually real.] That's it though?

[notabluesbro]

Well, if you try and get rid of them, it could kill you. Got it? Those wings are important lifelines here.

[liltroublesome.livejournal.com]

[This face. Not testing out the genjutsu theory then.]

Got it. [He rubs at the back of his neck.] ...Is there a bar here?

[notabluesbro]

A bar? Aren't you a little young for drinking?

[HYPROCRITE, RIGHT HERE.]

[liltroublesome.livejournal.com]

I'm not gonna drink. I just... gotta find someone who does. [It seems like the best spot to look for him. .__.]

[notabluesbro]

And who would that someone be, exactly?

[liltroublesome.livejournal.com]

My d- [...dammit, he doesn't know what he can and can't say here. This isn't the kind of stuff that's been covered in school.] I can look for myself, if you don't want to tell me. It'll be troublesome, but it's not that important.

[notabluesbro]

Weeell, there's two bars—one called the Good Spirits, and one at the Seventh Heaven. You might find your dad there, if that's what you're on to.