Eighth shot [Video]

[singinghuntress]

[Rip seems to be taking  today in stride. It seems that her usual bloody meal was spiked somehow and now she's seeing things. To anyone who drank the purple drought, Rip is carrying on a conversation completely in German with an over sized floating fish that looks suspiciously like a  silver and gold comet tailed goldfish. 

Moments later the screen is blocked by a furry body and suddenly the inside of a familiar Hell cat's mouth is seen complete with sharp teeth.]

Hadewig! How many times haf I told you not to chew on zhat!  You vill hurt yourzelf!

Comments

[huntressrip.livejournal.com]

Zhen zhat is your loss. I rather like zhe language. I grew up vith it.

[realfolkinblue.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't consider it a loss. It's interesting to listen to.

On the other hand... who are you talking to?

[huntressrip.livejournal.com]

Hm? I vas talking to Hans.

[realfolkinblue.livejournal.com]

Hans?

If you say so.

[huntressrip.livejournal.com]

[Rip nods as she shrugs slightly.]

Ja.

Oh~! Zhe gun ve found works perfectly. Zhough, it vas confiscated by my room mate not long after I brought it home.

[realfolkinblue.livejournal.com]

Confiscated?

[huntressrip.livejournal.com]

[Pouts]

Yes. Zamiel too it avay from me.

[realfolkinblue.livejournal.com]

Is there a way to get it back?