Rebel // 56 [Accidental Voice/Video; forward dated shortly after Nami leaves]
[The feed opens up with what sounds like someone chewing on something. The noise is loud and... kind of gross, too. Could it be that the perpetrator is gnawing on the journal? Thankfully, this doesn't last long. Moments later, the sound of footsteps can be heard from afar.]
No! Sol, you're not supposed to eat that! [Noel runs on over, trying to pry her poor journal away from Sol. Unfortunately, her dog thinks this is a game and is going to tug back on the journal as hard as he can.] S-Stop that! This isn't a toy, it's--kyah!
[Because she makes one particularly strong tug, Noel manages to win the tug-of-war... but at the cost of falling on her ass. But hey, she wins!] Owww... eh? It's not playing, is it? ...It is, isn't it? [She opens the journal to check; no, not just the audio, but the video, too. Sol can be seen panting and running on over to Noel before... rolling all over the ground all excitedly. Noel continues to look at the journal nervously.] U-Um... what should I...? [derp] To... whoever's listening to this, I'm sorry about that.
[She then directs the camera back at Sol, who appears to be... staring down something. He's completely still. Noel pays no mind to the stance.] His name is Sol. He's my puppy, and I got him for...
[WHAM. The sound of something blunt hits the back of Noel's head, hard. The journal falls over to the side, and it's accompanied by another thud; Noel's out cold by the hit. Sol starts to bark frantically before... the journal's feed is shut off. :| Happy New Years, Luceti. Noel's been mallynapped.]
No! Sol, you're not supposed to eat that! [Noel runs on over, trying to pry her poor journal away from Sol. Unfortunately, her dog thinks this is a game and is going to tug back on the journal as hard as he can.] S-Stop that! This isn't a toy, it's--kyah!
[Because she makes one particularly strong tug, Noel manages to win the tug-of-war... but at the cost of falling on her ass. But hey, she wins!] Owww... eh? It's not playing, is it? ...It is, isn't it? [She opens the journal to check; no, not just the audio, but the video, too. Sol can be seen panting and running on over to Noel before... rolling all over the ground all excitedly. Noel continues to look at the journal nervously.] U-Um... what should I...? [derp] To... whoever's listening to this, I'm sorry about that.
[She then directs the camera back at Sol, who appears to be... staring down something. He's completely still. Noel pays no mind to the stance.] His name is Sol. He's my puppy, and I got him for...
[WHAM. The sound of something blunt hits the back of Noel's head, hard. The journal falls over to the side, and it's accompanied by another thud; Noel's out cold by the hit. Sol starts to bark frantically before... the journal's feed is shut off. :| Happy New Years, Luceti. Noel's been mallynapped.]