Sorry I haven't updated in a couple days. I'm just... well... a jerk. ^_^
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Trigun: Way Too Far Behind the Scenes
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I had to sort of drag Logan down the hall. This was the last thing he wanted right now. He was teetering on the edge of madness, and I prayed that this would be the interview that yanked him away from the cliff.
I stopped at the door to Dominique's dressing room as we passed it, and glanced at Logan. He too was eyeing the door, as if he were remembering something. I glared at him, and lunged at his left pocket. After some struggle, I scowled in disgust as I found Dominique the Cyclops' lacy lavender bra tucked rather securely into his jeans. He winced as I knocked twice on Dominique's door, smirking. I snickered, gesturing at Logan as I handed the undergarment to Dominique.
"He promises he'll never do it again," I assured her sardonically. Dominique glanced at Logan and scoffed as she close the door. I could have sworn she smiled at him, but it could have all been in my twisted imagination. I grinned fiendishly at Logan, who was blushing rather violently, and continued down the hall. Zazie's room was four more rooms down. As usual, I knocked twice on the door.
"Come in."
Opening the door, I saw Zazie watching the small television, which he had tuned to the camera overlooking the set. There seemed to be some filming in progress. On the monitor, I could distinctly tell that Wolfwood appeared to have Vash in some kind of painful submission move. Glancing at Zazie, I found that he was rather small. Childlike, even. In fact, he most certainly was a child. He couldn't have been more than nine years old.
"Hello there, Mr... uh... Beast. My associate and I are here from General Idiocy Publications, and we've been sent to interview the cast of Trigun." I couldn't help but find myself tiring of that introduction. "So, we'd just like to ask you a few questions."
"Yeah, alright," he said with evident annoyance.
"Let's see here... it says your real name is Bede..."
"No!" he suddenly snapped. It was now that I became aware of the fact that his voice was a few octaves lower than it should have been for someone his age. "Bede is just this body that I use. I am, and always will be, Zazie the Beast."
"Umm... alright then." I flipped through my notes in a desperate attempt to change the subject. "I've heard that you can control sandworms using a high-frequency transmitter. Is that it right there?" I pointed to a small, green, tubular object affixed to Zazie's left temple.
"Yes, that's it. In fact, if I wanted to, I could order a sandworm to burrow through the foundation of this building and swallow up both you and your cameraman in a single gulp, shredding the two of you into bloody pulp with its razor-sharp teeth. Would you like me to demonstrate?" he asked with a devilish grin.
"Uh... no... that's quite alright." Whether or not it was true, I didn't want to try my luck at something like that. I kept scanning his preliminary bio for something that didn't involve being shredded into a bloody pulp by a roaring worm-beast. "Uh... are you good with firearms?" I expected a resounding no. After all, he was just a kid.
"I'd say I'm pretty good." I blinked twice in surprise as he lifted his hands from his sides, revealing a pair of holsters, each housing a high-caliber revolver. He drew them and whirled them about in his hands.
"Ah... well... you must be pretty strong for your size," I observed, supposing that a child... er... demon... demon-child of that size would need rather impressive strength to be so adept with pistols that heavy. Suddenly Zazie sneered viciously, appearing rather upset.
"My... size?" he hissed. "What are you saying about my... size?"
"Uh... nothing. Its just that... uh... well... you're kinda... I dunno. Small?"
Zazie snapped.
"OH NO! NO NO NO! You do NOT call Zazie the Beast small! Zazie the Beast is not small, because Zazie the Beast has unlimited control over every sandworm within hundreds of iles! You call THAT small?"
"Uh... no. I was just saying..."
"You wanted to know how good I was with firearms..." Zazie said with an ever-widening smirk. "Why don't you find out first-hand?" My eyes bulged as he drew both his pistols and aimed one at my head, and one at Logan's.
"We're gonna be going now," I said abruptly, and dashed for the door. A gunshot boomed and I heard a bullet whistle past my ear, splintering a sizeable chunk of the door. I flinged the door open and bounded down the hall, Logan close behind, screaming and cursing, but surely not as much as me. Zazie stepped into the hall.
"I DON'T MISS TWICE!" he shouted, raising his weapons. Thankfully, he did miss twice, and a third time, and several more times as gunfire echoed through the hall and bullets ricocheted off the walls near us. As we passed Legato's dressing room, he poked his head out and frowned at a rather mortified Zazie.
"Excuse me," he said with obvious irritation. "We're trying to enjoy a bit of private time." He gestured to the hotdog in his hand, and slammed the door shut, grumbling. Defeated, Zazie gave us one last nasty look before turning on his heel and returning to his room. As usual, Logan and I considered ourselves safest once we were safely in the parking lot. We were silent for a few moments, still getting over the shock.
"That was fun," I said with a grin. Logan just arched an eyebrow at me and scowled.
Once again, I flipped across the clipboard, and was relieved to find our next interview.
"Here we go. Next up: Millie Thompson."
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Oh... small child with grown-up voice... not normal... kinda scary. _
Stay tuned! ^_^
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Trigun: Way Too Far Behind the Scenes
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I had to sort of drag Logan down the hall. This was the last thing he wanted right now. He was teetering on the edge of madness, and I prayed that this would be the interview that yanked him away from the cliff.
I stopped at the door to Dominique's dressing room as we passed it, and glanced at Logan. He too was eyeing the door, as if he were remembering something. I glared at him, and lunged at his left pocket. After some struggle, I scowled in disgust as I found Dominique the Cyclops' lacy lavender bra tucked rather securely into his jeans. He winced as I knocked twice on Dominique's door, smirking. I snickered, gesturing at Logan as I handed the undergarment to Dominique.
"He promises he'll never do it again," I assured her sardonically. Dominique glanced at Logan and scoffed as she close the door. I could have sworn she smiled at him, but it could have all been in my twisted imagination. I grinned fiendishly at Logan, who was blushing rather violently, and continued down the hall. Zazie's room was four more rooms down. As usual, I knocked twice on the door.
"Come in."
Opening the door, I saw Zazie watching the small television, which he had tuned to the camera overlooking the set. There seemed to be some filming in progress. On the monitor, I could distinctly tell that Wolfwood appeared to have Vash in some kind of painful submission move. Glancing at Zazie, I found that he was rather small. Childlike, even. In fact, he most certainly was a child. He couldn't have been more than nine years old.
"Hello there, Mr... uh... Beast. My associate and I are here from General Idiocy Publications, and we've been sent to interview the cast of Trigun." I couldn't help but find myself tiring of that introduction. "So, we'd just like to ask you a few questions."
"Yeah, alright," he said with evident annoyance.
"Let's see here... it says your real name is Bede..."
"No!" he suddenly snapped. It was now that I became aware of the fact that his voice was a few octaves lower than it should have been for someone his age. "Bede is just this body that I use. I am, and always will be, Zazie the Beast."
"Umm... alright then." I flipped through my notes in a desperate attempt to change the subject. "I've heard that you can control sandworms using a high-frequency transmitter. Is that it right there?" I pointed to a small, green, tubular object affixed to Zazie's left temple.
"Yes, that's it. In fact, if I wanted to, I could order a sandworm to burrow through the foundation of this building and swallow up both you and your cameraman in a single gulp, shredding the two of you into bloody pulp with its razor-sharp teeth. Would you like me to demonstrate?" he asked with a devilish grin.
"Uh... no... that's quite alright." Whether or not it was true, I didn't want to try my luck at something like that. I kept scanning his preliminary bio for something that didn't involve being shredded into a bloody pulp by a roaring worm-beast. "Uh... are you good with firearms?" I expected a resounding no. After all, he was just a kid.
"I'd say I'm pretty good." I blinked twice in surprise as he lifted his hands from his sides, revealing a pair of holsters, each housing a high-caliber revolver. He drew them and whirled them about in his hands.
"Ah... well... you must be pretty strong for your size," I observed, supposing that a child... er... demon... demon-child of that size would need rather impressive strength to be so adept with pistols that heavy. Suddenly Zazie sneered viciously, appearing rather upset.
"My... size?" he hissed. "What are you saying about my... size?"
"Uh... nothing. Its just that... uh... well... you're kinda... I dunno. Small?"
Zazie snapped.
"OH NO! NO NO NO! You do NOT call Zazie the Beast small! Zazie the Beast is not small, because Zazie the Beast has unlimited control over every sandworm within hundreds of iles! You call THAT small?"
"Uh... no. I was just saying..."
"You wanted to know how good I was with firearms..." Zazie said with an ever-widening smirk. "Why don't you find out first-hand?" My eyes bulged as he drew both his pistols and aimed one at my head, and one at Logan's.
"We're gonna be going now," I said abruptly, and dashed for the door. A gunshot boomed and I heard a bullet whistle past my ear, splintering a sizeable chunk of the door. I flinged the door open and bounded down the hall, Logan close behind, screaming and cursing, but surely not as much as me. Zazie stepped into the hall.
"I DON'T MISS TWICE!" he shouted, raising his weapons. Thankfully, he did miss twice, and a third time, and several more times as gunfire echoed through the hall and bullets ricocheted off the walls near us. As we passed Legato's dressing room, he poked his head out and frowned at a rather mortified Zazie.
"Excuse me," he said with obvious irritation. "We're trying to enjoy a bit of private time." He gestured to the hotdog in his hand, and slammed the door shut, grumbling. Defeated, Zazie gave us one last nasty look before turning on his heel and returning to his room. As usual, Logan and I considered ourselves safest once we were safely in the parking lot. We were silent for a few moments, still getting over the shock.
"That was fun," I said with a grin. Logan just arched an eyebrow at me and scowled.
Once again, I flipped across the clipboard, and was relieved to find our next interview.
"Here we go. Next up: Millie Thompson."
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Oh... small child with grown-up voice... not normal... kinda scary. _
Stay tuned! ^_^