Day 15 | evening

[cursedbloodline]

[So, it’s pretty obvious when you first hear that this wasn’t what the redhead intended, especially since there’s quite a bit of incomprehensible grumbling before he finally speaks loud enough for the listeners to hear, though there's more movement in the background]

I don’t have time for this… If that freak Crimson had anything to do with it, I’m

Comments

[shitty_vampires]

It sure doesn't sound like there's anything wrong resorting to... whatever it is you're doing.

[cursedbloodline]

[WHAM]

It is when you're using [WHACK] something not meant to be used as a weapon...

Zombies... it had to be fucking zombies...

[shitty_vampires]

A weapon is a weapon, improvised or not. Is that so wrong?

[cursedbloodline]

Tch, guess not.

[shitty_vampires]

So enlighten me. Just what is your makeshift weapon of the day?

[cursedbloodline]

A guitar.

[shitty_vampires]

Ah~ A musician, are we?

[cursedbloodline]

Yeah. I am.

[And the ratio of WHACKS and THUDS seems to be dwindling... for now, at least. :T]

[shitty_vampires]

For a musician, you're doing quite a good job at staying alive over there. I'm impressed.

[Truly. Sort of. A little.]

[cursedbloodline]

Tch, yeah, well. I'm not stupid enough to not recognize a kill-or-be killed situation.

[shitty_vampires]

I'm just surprised that a musician, such as yourself, can fend for yourself so well. You don't see that everyday.

They usually... oh, I don't know, crawl under a rock and wait for someone to save them.

[cursedbloodline]

If I did that, I would've been dead a long time ago.

[shitty_vampires]

Heh. Spunky little guy, aren't you?

[cursedbloodline]

Something like that.

[shitty_vampires]

All right, my spunky little buddy. You can call me Hazama.

[cursedbloodline]

......

Iori.