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

[Voice]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Nami-swan's an absolute goddess, sent to ease our entire existence with her beauty and intelligence~!! It's such an honor being in the crew with her~!!

I don't know how she and Robin-chan stand all the shitheads half the time...

Re: [Voice]

[notabluesbro]

(Heh. Head fall over your heels yet, loverboy?)

I can't imagine how they do, either. It must be that wonderful patience and good-naturedness women all seem to get a hold of long before men.

[Voice]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[shodfhasf;dflks he's derailed from agreeing with that last statement]

O-oi oi, it's not like that! [What he and Nami don't have goes straight under complicated territory]

Re: [Voice]

[notabluesbro]

Nice embarrassed stutter, there, Sanji.

[Voice]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Oh shut it, shitty preacher!

[He's not slightly red in the face]

Re: [Voice]

[notabluesbro]

[He laughs a little laugh. Of course, he can't really take note of his own memories, now can he? And like Vash's voice, a female's voice echoes out through the journal—]

("Secondhand smoke is bad for the baby, darling.")

[*_*;]

[Voice]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Revenge, bitch]

Ohoooo? Taken, are we?

Re: [Voice]

[notabluesbro]

[......... :|]

Uhhhh... I don't know what you mean...

[Shifty-eyed look is a-go.]

[Voice]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

I'd call that voice pretty damn telling.

...

[eyebrow raise] You never mentioned a kid, priest.

Re: [Voice] 1/2

[notabluesbro]

A kid—

[It's his turn to choke on his own cigarette, because that is at first entirely alarming to hear what the hell did you even hear—]

I don't have a—

Re: [Voice]

[notabluesbro]

...What exactly did you go hearing?

[Voice]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Secondhand smoke's bad for the baby.

Re: [Voice]

[notabluesbro]

... Oh.

(Damn cook tried to give me a heart attack—)

Oh, right. Hah, that's... a little different story, there. One of the insurance girls from back home needed to help this kid get out of a tricky situation fast. So she hid the girl under her coat and dragged me along with her as the father.

[Voice]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[He scrutinizes those first few words, figuring them to be thoughts and not spoken. There's only one particular reason you'd need to be worried in the first place, Wolfwood.]

This is Meryl-chan's partner then?

Re: [Voice]

[notabluesbro]

Yeah, that'd be her. I think you'd like her a lot—she's air-headed, but sweet and smarter than most of the idiots out there. [maybe a tiny touch softer] Hopefully she's doing all right, on that crappy planet.

[Voice]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[A shame Sanji's thoughts aren't on display. His would be mimicking one of Wolfwood's from a minute before]

If she's anything like you said, she'll be fine.

[Very carefully:]

Who knows? She might end up here. [Glances off] Not that this is any place for a lady.

Re: [Voice]

[notabluesbro]

[A very unsure pause.]

...Nah. I wouldn't want her here. It's pretty dangerous, and she's got a good family back home that I'd rather she stay with.

(I can't really face her, after I broke my word like that, can I?)

[Voice]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[They're getting into territory Sanji has no business seeing or hearing. And maybe it's because they're similar, but he knows damn well which parts Wolfwood would rather keep to himself]

You got a point. [levelly] She'll be happier there.

[... He wonders]

Re: [Voice]

[notabluesbro]

...Yeah.

But. If she does pop up, you'd better make damn you have an infinite supply of pudding. She's knocked people out cold over it.

[Voice]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

... Pudding?

Really.

Re: [Voice]

[notabluesbro]

Really! A guy knocked her bag over and stepped on her groceries. Stun gunned him into unconsciousness.

[Voice]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Serves the shithead right. [Bias? What bias? Sanji was born a fair man]

I'll make sure to keep it in mind.

Re: [Voice]

[notabluesbro]

Ha, what's with that face, huh? I'm sure you've had some experience here in Luceti, being one of the few cooks—or has it been a relatively normal year?

[Voice]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

The one thing constant about being a chef is every year is never normal.

Re: [Voice]

[notabluesbro]

Wait 'til the Malnosso plague the village with cockroaches and rats. You'll probably lose your mind.