[Accidental Voice // Action] 018
[the journal cuts in with the steady crunch of boots on gravel--and then a quicker, lighter step following; Sephiroth's voice starts up]
"You know I don't need your help, yes?"
[and then... Faith?]
"Help hell. You are ten ways worth of creepy just showing up at my window and asking after borrowing an axe, you know that? Girl's gotta keep an eye on where and what her toys are going into, prettyboy."
"Don't call me that. And you forget the part where I mentioned this... errand... harms no one."
"Dude, you forget the part where that thing's an axe."
[Tromp tromp tromping away... if you're anywhere within the town you might well run into this odd picture that is one Sephiroth hefting a large fireman axe over one shoulder like a lumberjack, followed by dark-haired Slayer simply refusing to be left behind.]
"You know I don't need your help, yes?"
[and then... Faith?]
"Help hell. You are ten ways worth of creepy just showing up at my window and asking after borrowing an axe, you know that? Girl's gotta keep an eye on where and what her toys are going into, prettyboy."
"Don't call me that. And you forget the part where I mentioned this... errand... harms no one."
"Dude, you forget the part where that thing's an axe."
[Tromp tromp tromping away... if you're anywhere within the town you might well run into this odd picture that is one Sephiroth hefting a large fireman axe over one shoulder like a lumberjack, followed by dark-haired Slayer simply refusing to be left behind.]