8th Beat:

[audiens]

[ON PURPOSE VIDEO POST. SO THERE. SCENE? FOREST.]

[The visual shakes a little as Marie sets down the device, and mutters:]

I don't know if this will work...

[It doesn't. All you can see are his feet, and some of his legs, as he walks from the device.]

Ready, Kanda?

[All right, it sort of does, because he's now far enough that the viewer can

Comments

[audiens]

Well... if there was a need, sure?

1/2

[audiens]

1/2 VOICE FOREVER

[101st_job]

[101st_job]

Ah...wrong direction!

[audiens]

... Oh.

[Turning easily in the right one, now.]

Right. Thanks.

[101st_job]

...you're welcome. [maybe a bit amused.]

Looking for a second job?

[reportingthis]

...

..Mr.- Noise?

[audiens]

Howard?

1/2

[reportingthis]

That is--

..I do suppose Miss Lott has already pointed it out.

[reportingthis]

...

somewhere in the background OH GOD MARIE WHY WOULD YOU EVER

[a_silent_due]

[ ...oh, you son of an advertising bitch, you did not. In shame, horror, and possibly pondering suicide, observe as the wild Kanda removes his coat - no, ladies, don't ask what job he's advertising for - and wraps it over his head, hiding his face and trying to stomp off]

I don't know you, I don't fucking know you...

HAHAHA

[audiens]

[Can hear what you're doing, Kanda]

You've known me for way too long to get away with that! What're you doing? I know it's hot, but I don't think that's going to help.

WOE IS HE.

[a_silent_due]

[more trauma]

I'm - I'm looking for -

[WHAT DID THEY NEED FOR THIS LITTLE ENTERPRISE?]

- for twigs. That way.

[has no clue where he's pointing because gdi the coat stays on his head]

It's where they are. I'll. I'll make them be there.

BUCK UP BUTTERCUP

[audiens]

Twigs? Why-- which way?

[Kanda's muffled voice confirms what he thought he heard.]

... Seriously, what's with the turban?

voice;

[gforgreat]

...What the.

voice;

[audiens]

Timothy.

voice;

[gforgreat]

What was that?

voice;

[audiens]

...

Trees falling down.