17th Confession [Video][Daytime]

[notabluesbro]

[The feed seems abrupt, from black-to-color in an instant as it falls and flips open to show a... snow-drenched area...? No trees showing—just an expanse of bright blue sky and white off the edges. And then a noise nearby, off-screen—]

THUD.

[Something falls across the screen, and it's not quiet for much after that, because this is a stunned-turned-angry preacherman appearing in the video feed, back turned to the camera as he grabs the side of his head in complete shock. Or maybe it's rage. Or maybe, just maybe, it's both. One may be able to figure out from the snow, whipping winds, and barren area that Wolfwood is in fact on a mountainside somewhere.]

WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!

[Last he remembered... he was just walking around town, same ol' same ol'... and then some brown-haired kid glared funny at him and he was gone. WHY DID THIS HAPPEN WHAT DID HE DO—]



Ah—Achtoo!



[ ..... Thanks, Katie. |D]

Comments

[notaboy-gtfo.livejournal.com]

That's the only reason I keep putting up with them. [ ...okay, lies. ]

[notabluesbro]

They're your fighting buddies, right?

[He remembers the face paint thing, and all that jazz.]

[notaboy-gtfo.livejournal.com]

That's right. [ fighting buddies, roommates, patients that she punches to keep from straining injuries they don't know how to treat properly, idiots, friends, family.

...she misses them. ] Lotta trouble, but they could be worse.

[notabluesbro]

Ha... I think we all have those kinds of friends [vash] . It's hard to say whether or not they're punch-worthy, endearing, or both.

[notaboy-gtfo.livejournal.com]

More punch-worthy. [ Because caring about things isn't cool 8| ]