Nov 07, 2010 10:10
[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 shattering sound of something breakable falling to the ground followed by the whump of Johannes slinging said Hell Cat at the wall.
One beat later, and the silence is rather abruptly broken. By an explosion of German cursing. Anyone out there speak German? You might want to cover your ears.]
like some sort of zen master,
did i forget to mention i was german?,
and i hate cats too,
event: take not for granted,
demon taint? boring!