16th Confession [Voice/Action] Forward-dated to the 25th

[notabluesbro]

I—

I CAN'T DO IT.

[Hey, Journal, hear Wolfwood Milly yell in frustration. Anyone who's actually walking by would know why—after holding a cigarette inches from his her mouth, 'Milly' throws it on the ground and stomps on it violently. How could he possibly smoke in Milly's body? It just feels wrong. Drinking basically has the same feeling, really... Hell, it's not like he knows the body isn't really hers, not in their world. So he will be nicotine deprived for the next few days in his valiant, difficult efforts.

Miserable. Just miserable!

Granted, he's still carrying around a cross like it's nothing, so it shouldn't be too hard to figure out who he is. For now? He's just running around seeing what the hell's happened here. After all, people are in a panic, and he's needing to find people he knows to figure out what the hell is going on. This just had to be another event, right? First, he gets some normal-looking lady clothes for his bizarrely tall girl body (goddamn Milly, you're HUGE). He visits the apartment and eats, and then proceeds to go crash in his bed and try to sleep it off. Same as usual.

Except, fuck it, he can't. So instead he'll just be listening to all the panicked posts on the journal while shaking his head.

Her head.

...Eh.]

Comments

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[plantsactivist.livejournal.com]

[While you're walking around the village, you might spot this little girl wandering towards you looking so very innocent. He sees you and recognizes the cross but not the bearer. For now this "little girl" is just looking at you critically.]

[Action] ohey have two of my chars

[big-little-tits.livejournal.com]

[While you're at the clothing store, you might see what appears to be Nami, but is actually Soul... in Nami's body and wearing far too small clothes. He's looking for different ones now, going through the racks of clothing and having no idea how to tell what will fit.]

Tch, first Maka, now Nami... How does she do it...?

[preciousflowers.livejournal.com]

Is something wrong, ma'am? [Too bad she's still blind or she'd be able to tell who it was, Kaori isn't even aware of how drastically her own appearance has changed. Why was everyone overreacting?]

[Action]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash's eyes have been slowly getting better. He was still staying home mostly, he could make out blurry object pretty well, but wasn't about to go wandering the streets like this. He's currently playing with a Rubik Cube when he hears the door open.]

Heeeeey, Wolfwood! Welcome back! Did you happen to stop by the bak- [Wait a second. That's the blurry shape of a cross that went out the door earlier, but that's not the blurry shape it went out with. Don't mind Vash as he rubs at his eyes. Over and over again.]

Huh, I thought they were getting better. You're not wearing a wig to mess with me, are you?

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[cuttingedges.livejournal.com]

[Hm, someone carrying a giant cross around the village like that must be strong. They might be worth the effort to battle...]

[Kriz moves to get in front of "Milly", an eager and not entirely sane look in his eyes.]

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[stillbrokenson.livejournal.com]

[Anyone who knew Mihai's housemates would understand why he feels a pressing need to vacate the premises from time to time. There's a lot to be said for quiet, and how it's utterly lacking there at the moment. Even if it had been silent, however, the depressing atmosphere is tolerable for only so long. So Mihai left, and went for a little walk.]

[Of course, that was three hours ago. Now, it's well past lunchtime, and someone is getting hungry. Unfortunately, looking like Ian hasn't helped his sense of direction in the least, which means he's gotten completely lost.]

[Help?]

Uh, excuse me, Miss? [Miss who is carrying a giant cross? Well, that's something Mihai doesn't see everyday...or any day, actually.] Could you help me?

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[justicereigns]

Can't do what?

[Because unlike Wolfwood, Smoker has no such capitulations about smoking in Straw-Hat's body. The only problem being that he keeps winding up in his own handcuffs. THAT makes it difficult.]