((OOC: Russia, Lithuania, and Skeith via second level. Mostly just voices, but occasional flickers to allow a glimpse to the first. And yes, feel free to assume a fuckton of ninjas. Just no threadsplits plox.))

[Humming goes here~] I don't see how it's a bad idea to give him vodka. It'd work, you know.

While it might dull the pain a little, i-it ( Read more... )

[He blinks. He's very good at blinking. It doesn't really help, though. Not as much as he thought. Because the room is very nearly blown to pieces. There's shards of wood and tile and metal and computer wires all over the place, and scuff marks all over what remains of the floor. There isn't much of that left, either. Whatever's left is covered in ( Read more... )