20th Confessional [Ghostly Action]

[not_a_bluesbro]

[March 31st, 2011. Thursday, 3:00 PM.

He thought maybe the Malnosso'd let him off the hook. Because they do do that sometimes, right? But no, no. They decided that just wouldn't be a very viable option for Wolfie here. While he's lazily walking around the grocery with a basket in arm, he reaches for something on the shelf and finds-to his horror,

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[goldenglasses]

I'm in here! [That voice coming from his room is absolutely GLEEFUL. Nope, he doesn't even care if you mock him for what he looks like today! For you see, instead of shooting rocks someone decided to tweak his form so he can shoot out DONUTS!

True, he was a little upset when he found out he couldn't EAT them like this, but that's okay! He's currently in his room creating a rather LARGE stock pile of donuts to be ready for his consumption when he turns back!]

[not_a_bluesbro]

[Well, I hope you don't mind Wolfwood suddenly POKING HIS HEAD THROUGH THE WALL.]

Oh, you're a freakish little monster. It matches you well.

[What, he wants to make this as casual as possible, amirite?]

[goldenglasses]

Can't you use the doo- [Wait. People can't go through walls.] WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! [And his new body's natural reaction to this is to shoot a donut at you. Take that!]

[not_a_bluesbro]

WILL YOU STOP SCREAMING?!

[YOU ARE SUCH A BABY.

Also that donut just uselessly bounces through him, off the wall, and back onto the ground. So there.]

[goldenglasses]

What happened to you!?

[not_a_bluesbro]

[Siiiigh, he hangs his head a litte.]

They turned me into a ghost.

... a little less extravagant than whatever the hell you're supposed to be.

[THIS IS SO MORBID :|]

[goldenglasses]

Oh, okay. [Thus, freak out is over. TOTALLY NORMAL NOW.]

Someone called me an Octorok earlier. Whatever that is. [Two tentacles curl up into a shrug as Vash shakes his head.]

[not_a_bluesbro]

[Oh good. He's glad this is simple and easy.

He hovers into the room at that.]

... And they just. Make donuts. From their faces.

[goldenglasses]

Actually I was told they're suppose to spit rocks! But I like this much better! [In fact, let's spit out another one while we're at it!]

[pawsnpudding]

[Don't mind the kitty that's eating the donut that just landed on the floor.]

[goldenglasses]

[Kitty!]

H-hey! Wait a second! Kitties aren't suppose to eat that! [HIS DONUTS!] Wolfwood! When did you get another cat! I thought you hated them!

[pawsnpudding]

Nyao~

[not_a_bluesbro]

[FACEPALM.]

Oh... th-that's Milly.

[He thinks]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash was just starting to reach out a tentacle to steal his donut back.]

M-Milly!? [Oh fine... he supposes he can share his donuts with Milly.] I'm not really seeing a bigger pattern to this thing besides turning us into random things.

[pawsnpudding]

[Whatchoo doing with that tentacle. I am a cat not a Japanese school girl in a porno.]

[not_a_bluesbro]

[Aw, I'd pet you if I could, hon. :/]

Well... maybe it's just turning us into things that we aren't. Like that experiment back in the day where people started coming from different histories.