Serum #005 [Accidental Voice]

[i_can_has_soul]

[It's mostly quiet at first, just the softest ruffling of clothes, and the shuffling of semi-wary footsteps, but for someone who's been recently struck with blindness, Johannes is doing a remarkable job not running into anything.  Then, the recognizable hiss of one of Adstring's very own Hell Cats, a muffled his from Johannes himself, and  the soft

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[Video]

[marsfireignite]

Are you okay?

[Video]

[i_can_has_soul]

[He turns toward the sound of the PCD, but if Rei is really paying attention, she might notice that his "gaze" on it is not entirely centered.]

Das geht dich einen Dreck an! This der thing-how do you keep it from turning on all the time on it's verdammt own?

[Video]

[marsfireignite]

[... ah.]

You can't. They just do it on their own.

I'm a little to your right.

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[i_can_has_soul]

Das geht mir auf die Nerven--[He adjust his line of vision.] What an extremely annoying device.

[huntressrip]

Welche bunte Sprache! Sie konnten ein Soldat-Erröten mit Wörtern wie das machen.

[It's safe to say the swearing doesn't bother her. She's done worse and usually with more colorful and gory descriptions.]

[i_can_has_soul]

Sie haben eindeutig nicht erfüllt viele Soldaten, fraulein.

[What. He's not apologizing. And he's also too busy wrapping his hand in bandages to look at you. Even if there wouldn't be much looking going on.]

[huntressrip]

[She shrugs a little as she continues to watch him. Rip wasn't expecting an apology. It was more teasing really.]

Vielleicht aber muss man sich fragen, wo lernten Sie wie das schwören?

[i_can_has_soul]

[Shortly. Tying bandages one handed on your own wrist is more than a little bit tricky, especially when you're blind.] Hölle, unter anderem.

[general_mustang]

... Alright?

[i_can_has_soul]

Mir reißt die Geduld with this place.

[general_mustang]

... What?

[i_can_has_soul]

Fine, just.

Fine.

[video]

[kill_joo_ded]

Break something expensive?

[video]

[i_can_has_soul]

Tollwütigen wenig-- A glass vial. The serum inside it was worth more than the vial itself.

[He's finished wrapping his hand now, and he's kneeling down on the ground near the spill, carefully and methodically cleaning it up, each movement measured and precise because he can't see what he's doing, and cutting himself on the glass and getting any of that stuff in his blood would wind up hurting quite a lot more than the stupid animal bite, in the long run.]

[voice]

[ahandsomedevil]

Huh. Johannes? You look like you've been nipping some of my gin. You aren't that lonely yet, are you? Have a seat, have some coffee, and for the love of God don't vomit on your trousers.

Oh, by the by, did you know you can use these things to talk to strangers? A bit unnerving, but really quite useful.

[voice]

[i_can_has_soul]

And when, precisely, have I ever been known to do that, Horst? Bitte verwenden Sie Ihr Gehirn und nicht sagen dumme Dinge.

[Ugh. God. Shut up Horst, or he might just leave you to fend for yourself when the sun comes up, guilt or no guilt.]

[voice]

[ahandsomedevil]

When I slept with your first girlfriend perhaps? Ich weiß, Sie wollten schon immer, sich zu betrinken und tanzen Sie in meine Kleider.

[It's probably a good thing Horst doesn't know Johannes has anything to feel guilty for, or he would be milking it for everything it's worth. As it is, he's relying on the kindness of strangers, poooor Horst, to make sure he doesn't fry to a crisp. Poooor Horst!]

[voice]

[i_can_has_soul]

[Ick, Horst, Ick.]

With disturbing fantasies like that, Horst, it's no wonder you could never hold onto a girl long enough to settle down.