003 && [Video: audio in Japanese (Translated)]

[amnotaweasel]

[Misao's face pops into view. She looks confused with just a tinge of worry.]

So I was practicing my kitchen knife throws to see what their balance is and if they could ever be used in a pinch if I needed them and the really big cleaver left this hole in the wall.

[Video cuts to a cleaver, then cuts to a wall, which has a big knife-cut-shaped

Comments

[la_belette]

So...you were throwing knives for grins and giggles? And they went boom?

Yeah, congrats, this only made you look like a total freakshow to the whole Network.

*snerk* battle of the weasels

[amnotaweasel]

The network has people on it who can make cars show up with waves of their hands. Throwing knives isn't any crazier than that.

hee

[la_belette]

It's the 'random throwing of knives at your own kitchen wall' thing that I was talking about. At least the dude who makes cars appear does it in a parking lot.

[amnotaweasel]

It's not my kitchen! I'm not that stupid! It's one of the crushed buildings that stupid Godzilla left.

...I think I found my superpower? I think I found my superpower!

I THINK I FOUND MY SUPERPOWER!

...I'm just not sure what it is.

[la_belette]

Oh. You didn't make that very clear. Still, weird.

Maybe you're able to make kitchen knives explode. Just kitchen knives, though. If you tried it with a switchblade, it'd backfire and blow off your eyebrows.

[amnotaweasel]

What's a switchblade?

[la_belette]

[And BING! A .jpg file pops up!]

Answer your question, Misao-chan?

[amnotaweasel]

Oooooooh! What's the balance on those like? Are they any good for throwing?

[la_belette]

Pfft, no way. That right there is more of a pokin' knife. You want a throwing knife, stop screwing around with your steak slicers and get yourself a few of these...

[Bing! Another picture.]

[amnotaweasel]

Well, I own a set forged for my hand, but those are gorgeous!

I... I... Thank you very much. My name is Makimachi Misao, and it's nice to meet you. Now where can I find some of those?

[la_belette]

Pleasure. I'm Weasel. And I suggest you head on over to your local friendly handy-dandy, good ol' army surplus store.

There's one...

[He pauses for a second, and there's the sound of some sort of whizzy, electronic noise.]

Ah, here we go. [Location.]

[amnotaweasel]

Weasel? Weasel? WEASEL?! Is that some sort of joke?

.........wow, that's not too far from where I am right now. Then I'd have thirteen!

[la_belette]

...Hehehe. No, Misao-chan, I've gone by that handle since before you were born.

[amnotaweasel]

I.... don't think so. When are you from?

[la_belette]

...Um. Now?

Oh, I see what you're saying. Timeline wonk. All right, you're, what, 16? Let's go by chronological age rather than birth year. I've been Weasel since I was 16. Which was a looooooong time ago.

[amnotaweasel]

What do you call these weirdnesses where things are the same for people who don't know each other?

See, ever since I turned sixteen, people have been calling me Weasel. (Well, one of them softens it down to Weasel-girl, but that's not any better). Then again, they're jerks anyway.