Fourteenth Test: Cycle Four, Month 2, Day 8
[Anko looks, for once, not so much pissed as tired. Really tired. There's a good reason for this. Of course, she still looks vaguely annoyed, but it's lessened by her state.]
If anyone was wondering why I wasn't on the network for, oh, the last few days, it's because I didn't have ANY GODDAMN HANDS. Yes, I was a fucking snake, make your jokes now, and then fuck off.
[Anko tosses the PCD on the bed (her own bed, for once), before flopping back and throwing an arm over her eyes.]
I will never complain about my hands again, I'm grateful for my opposable thumbs. Now I just wanna know what this fucking place is going to throw at us ne--
[She's answered, rather quickly, as a cheerful, whistling, nerdy!guy. Nothing special about him, except he's a wimp and...he's just walked through a closed door. Anko sits up, staring at him, before pulling a knife from the pocket of her coat on the floor. Expertly, she tosses the knife at Mr. Whistles and it...goes straight through his ghostly arm and clatters off the far, metal wall. Anko stares more as the ghost doesn't even react, but instead opens a ghostly folder to rifle through some ghostly papers.]
...What. The hell.
And I thought this shit was weird before.
If anyone was wondering why I wasn't on the network for, oh, the last few days, it's because I didn't have ANY GODDAMN HANDS. Yes, I was a fucking snake, make your jokes now, and then fuck off.
[Anko tosses the PCD on the bed (her own bed, for once), before flopping back and throwing an arm over her eyes.]
I will never complain about my hands again, I'm grateful for my opposable thumbs. Now I just wanna know what this fucking place is going to throw at us ne--
[She's answered, rather quickly, as a cheerful, whistling, nerdy!guy. Nothing special about him, except he's a wimp and...he's just walked through a closed door. Anko sits up, staring at him, before pulling a knife from the pocket of her coat on the floor. Expertly, she tosses the knife at Mr. Whistles and it...goes straight through his ghostly arm and clatters off the far, metal wall. Anko stares more as the ghost doesn't even react, but instead opens a ghostly folder to rifle through some ghostly papers.]
...What. The hell.
And I thought this shit was weird before.