- - xx - 9 Shots. // Voice
[There's a sound of rustling, boots crushing soil for a few spanning moments until a irritated sigh breaks over the rhythmic marching like steps.]
Ugh what the hell happened.
One does not just lose consciousness and wake up in a street.
Perhaps it was that bastard's fault...
[The sound of steps pauses.]
Liechtenstein... How will I explain my absence...?
...
E.eh...blinking...? W-what! WHAT!? This this THING is on!?
Poorly made malfunctioning piece of faulty equipment!
Turning on when it's not supp-- [Disconnect.]
(( ooc; long story short, fml. I got a job- and had a sudden move which had to happen much faster than anticipated, thus since I came off hiatus I have been distracted. D| ))
Ugh what the hell happened.
One does not just lose consciousness and wake up in a street.
Perhaps it was that bastard's fault...
[The sound of steps pauses.]
Liechtenstein... How will I explain my absence...?
...
E.eh...blinking...? W-what! WHAT!? This this THING is on!?
Poorly made malfunctioning piece of faulty equipment!
Turning on when it's not supp-- [Disconnect.]
(( ooc; long story short, fml. I got a job- and had a sudden move which had to happen much faster than anticipated, thus since I came off hiatus I have been distracted. D| ))