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?

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[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.

[notabluesbro]

...What do you think of love and peace, then?

[Waiting for iiiit—]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash pauses. It almost feels like there's something he should say here. Something he should do. No, that's stupid.] What am I suppose to think Wolfwood? Yeah, it's nice, who doesn't want love and peace? [Now, ask him that daily, you'll have fun watching how he grows more annoyed with that question each day.] Sadly, it's a little hard to find when those jerks decide to mess with us. [With that he puts part of his gun back together with a quick snap.]

[notabluesbro]

[Like they're messing with you now, he wants to say, and that very well might have popped up in his thought bubble as well. But he crosses his arms, gives the gun in the man's hand a sharp squint, and finally sighs.]

This is going to be a long week.

[Of course, Wolfwood doesn't know the half of it.

Literally.]

Just... try not to piss anyone off.

[Because he can't really get ticked off directly at Vash, could he?]

[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.

*edits for a comma HA!*

[goldenglasses]

[Vash can't help but to raise his eyebrow at that.] Isn't that my line? You're the one with the short temper.

[notabluesbro]

Hey, I don't have a short temper unless you're the one causing me grief.

[goldenglasses]

Uuuhhh-huh. [Yeah, this would be his: You believe that crap you're feeding yourself face.]

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.]

[notabluesbro]

It's true! Before I met you, my blood pressure was way lower.

[goldenglasses]

Well of course you'd be more nervous around someone like me. Any human would.

[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?

[notabluesbro]

[What.

What.

This is just wonderful. He can't help but facepalm, because he knows this is a little more complicated than he was thinking. If he goes around spouting off a superiority complex—well, he's pretty sure Vash hasn't told many about what he is.]

Don't be such an idiot.

[goldenglasses]

I am not an idiot.

Re: [Voice] Fine. Elicia will cry in the corner, thanks. :'(

[notabluesbro]

[You're telling me.]

Nothing too bad.

Yet.

But... it's the kind of asshole that might say things... the normal Vash wouldn't want people to know about.

(He'd probably sulk for years, if he runs his mouth too much...)

[notabluesbro]

[He's not scared of you, Vash. And his stare is hard.]

Then be careful what you say. Because some things I won't be able to cover your ass about.

[Voice] N-no. D8 I'll just get rid of... /stares at your characters..... ;;

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

One that shoots off at the mouth, huh? [Oh, but Sanji just loves that kind - so much fun to piss off and kick into place.

Except this is Vash.]

Alright. What are the chances of running damage control on this one?

[goldenglasses]

Why? You think people will be afraid of what I am and attack me? Destroy what scares you, that's what you humans seem to do. Well, I'm tired of hiding what I am because it might make you [he sneers] uncomfortable. Maybe-[Vash suddenly scoffs and finishes up with his gun.] Never mind. [He stands up and holsters it, with every attention of walking away. Can you feel the question that he left hanging in the air? That maybe Knives was right? Right now, he even surprised himself with that train of thought. He didn't really mean it, you just make him so angry.

And that's it. Right? He didn't really mean to almost say that.]

[notabluesbro]

[Wolfwood isn't the kind to leave words hanging in midair, and he's especially annoyed that Vash would do it after he says something so entirely unVashlike. He clenches his fist and steps in front of the man.]

Maybe what?


[A tiny voice bites at him—]


(Finish that, you crazy bastard.)