101; Voice Post

[therippling]

[humming, the shuffling sound of something being dragged]

Walter won't play today, so you'll have to do.

[as if waiting for a response, humming all the while]

Well, let's just open you up and see how you taste.

[metal in flesh, the ripple of tissue ripping]

Ah, there we g-

[wet noises]

... Eh?

... Dusty. That's weird.

Comments

[oneeyedservant]

...Dusty?

I thought bleeding was the natural human reaction to, ah, being opened.

[therippling]

It's right there.

But when I try to get it out it gets dusty.

[oneeyedservant]

How... strange.

A bath, then.

[therippling]

The blood won't come out, Tesla.

[oneeyedservant]

Perhaps another target would be the best option.

[therippling]

Let's try you.

[oneeyedservant]

Me, Miss Ophelia?

[therippling]

Yes.

[oneeyedservant]

As delightful as that would be, Miss Ophelia, I cannot do much for Nnoitra-sama ripped open and bleeding.

[therippling]

You wouldn't be bleeding!

[oneeyedservant]

Hmm?

[therippling]

It would be dust.

[oneeyedservant]

Would it?

[therippling]

Well, we'd be testing.

[oneeyedservant]

I'm afraid I'll need a little more specificity.

[therippling]

Oh, come on, Tesla.

Just one little game. Nnoitra wouldn't mind.