Sorry I haven't updated in so long. Just remember:
Me = ALMIGHTY JERK
I'll try to update more often. No, really! I mean it! STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!
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Trigun: Way Too Far Behind the Scenes
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"Don't worry. She's a completely normal girl." I rattled off Millie Thompson's good points to Logan in an attempt to keep him stable just for the duration of the interview. "And according to her preliminary bio, she's kinda ditzy, so you have nothing to worry about. Trust me." Logan glanced blankly at me. He didn't seem terribly convinced.
"What about her gun?" he asked tersely. I should have known that he would bring up something like that.
"Ah! I'm glad you asked! Its not even lethal! I've got a picture of it right here, too." I held the clipboard up to his face, and he paled visibly at the sight of the 6-barreled Stungun.
"THAT'S non-lethal?!" he yelled in disbelief. "That thing looks like it could deforest a small country in about ten minutes!"
"Well, its called the DX-10 Gerrington Stun Gun. STUN gun. Its not called the Brutally Destructive Kill Gun or something. See? Nothing to worry about."
"If you say so," he mumbled, once again not seeming the slightest bit convinced. We found Millie's dressing room three doors from the end. I knocked twice.
"Coming!" she chirped with a distinct cheereful tone in her voice. Footsteps padded closer. I straightened up as the door began to open, preparing to give the standard intro.
She was nearly seven feet tall.
I blinked twice and had to look up to see her face. She looked down at my comparatively diminutive figure with a warm, welcoming smile.
"Hello there!" she said happily.
"Oh... uh... hello," I stammered, blinking rapidly. "I'm Sam, and this is my ass... ass... uh... my ass," I struggled, too shocked to pronounce "associate."
"This is your ass?" she giggled.
"No! No... this is my ASSOCIATE, Logan." I glanced back at Logan. He had plastered on a smile, but his eyes simply screamed "OH GOD I'M GONNA DIE!" Without moving a single other part of his body, and not even blinking, he brought his hand up in a terse wave, and put it right back down again.
"Isn't he the one who stole Dominique's underwear?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Um... yes. We're here to interview the characters of Trigun," I quickly changed the subject.
"Oh! Well, come in and sit down." I sat down at the table and she sat opposite me. As usual, Logan just stood to the side with the camera. I noticed that he was shaking very slightly.
"Alright, ask away!" she said with a broad, genuine grin.
"Okay... uh... so you and Meryl work together tailing Vash and reducing the damage he causes, right?"
"Yup!"
"What is it like constantly traveling with a walking disaster?"
"Don't talk about Meryl like that!" she frowned at me, glancing at her Stun Gun, which was sitting on the couch.
"No no! I mean Vash!" I yelped, throwing up my hands in defense.
"Oh!" To my relief, she smiled. "Well, it was a little scary. After all, trouble's always following him. But it was also a lot of fun now that I look back on it." Suddenly she shifted her eyes and leaned in closer to me. "Now, you didn't hear this from me, but I think that after so much time traveling with Vash, Meryl fell in love with him! Don't tell anyone!" I nodded and tried to look surprised. Logan just snickered.
"What's so funny?" she asked, glancing at Logan.
"Uh... nothing," I said quickly. "Anyway, about that gun of yours... is it really non-lethal?"
"Sure! I'd never walk around with a deadly weapon!"
"Hmmm... but it does look kinda big... and powerful."
"That's just because it fires such large ammunition."
"Really? What does it fire?"
"DX-10 Gerrington Quad-Pod rounds. These things." She held up a large, elongated object that looked more like a small grenade then a bullet. "They fold out into big Xs that knock down and stun the target. They don't do any lasting damage, except maybe a bruise. In fact, some people find it fun."
She got up and walked over to the couch. She picked up the gun, which must have weiged at least fourty pounds, effortlessly.
"Here. I'll show you." She took aim at Logan. My eyes widened.
"OH GOD NO!" Logan screamed. But it was too late. The pod opened into an X-shape, and impacted logan solidly in the torso. He was thrown six feet and sprawled against the opposite wall. He was motionless as I gaped in utter horror.
"Oh my god..." I said flatly. "You... shot him." Logan stirred slightly.
"Ugh..." sat up and shook his head. "That... was... AWESOME!" he yelled, throwing up his hands and grinning. I raised my eyebrow and blinked.
"I was... like... flying... and then... I landed... and it was... all... WOAH!" he babbled excitedly, before running up to Millie.
"Do it again! Do it again! Pleeeeeeease?" he pleaded, hoping for another ballistic joyride. No such luck.
"Nah, I wouldn't want you to get hurt." She set the Stun Gun down and turned to me.
"I told you it would be fun! Wanna try?" I quickly shook my head and looked down at my clipboard. I winced as I came to the last question. This question was almost always saved for last, and with good reason.
"So... Millie, rumor has it that you and Nicholas D. Wolfwood... uh... have a... thing." I danced pathetically around the question, trying to get it out slowly.
"A 'thing?' What kind of thing?"
"You know. A... thing... for each other."
"You mean like a present?"
"No. I mean... like... a relationship."
"Well, we know each other, if that's what you mean."
"No, I mean... like... a DEEPER relationship."
"Deeper? What do you mean?"
Before I could make another unsuccessful attempt to make her understand, Logan interrupted.
"He means that you and Wolfwood are in looooooooooove." He dragged out the word, either to make a point or just to piss me off.
I winced and expected Wolfwood to stumble out of the closet wearing a leopard-skin bikini or something to that disturbing effect. Instead, Millie started blushing violently and giggling giddily. It was the kind of giggle that a girl might make while discussing a relationship with a friend.
"Uh... Millie?" I tried to snap her out of her giggle-fit, but she was too far-gone.
"Millie?" Again, only giggling.
"Alright then, we're gonna leave. Thanks for your help." I waved as I closed the door behind myself. Walking down the hall, Logan kept babbling about the Stun Gun.
"It was so cool! You should try it! Its like a whole rollercoaster in only three seconds!" I just stared disinterestedly at him.
He kept babbling until I interrupted him by announcing our next interview.
"Gah! Shut up already! Okay, next up: E.G. Mine."
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Well, at least Logan's not so edgy anymore.
(Logan babbles in the distance)
DEFINITELY not edgy. }:-/
Stay tuned! ^_^
Me = ALMIGHTY JERK
I'll try to update more often. No, really! I mean it! STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!
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Trigun: Way Too Far Behind the Scenes
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"Don't worry. She's a completely normal girl." I rattled off Millie Thompson's good points to Logan in an attempt to keep him stable just for the duration of the interview. "And according to her preliminary bio, she's kinda ditzy, so you have nothing to worry about. Trust me." Logan glanced blankly at me. He didn't seem terribly convinced.
"What about her gun?" he asked tersely. I should have known that he would bring up something like that.
"Ah! I'm glad you asked! Its not even lethal! I've got a picture of it right here, too." I held the clipboard up to his face, and he paled visibly at the sight of the 6-barreled Stungun.
"THAT'S non-lethal?!" he yelled in disbelief. "That thing looks like it could deforest a small country in about ten minutes!"
"Well, its called the DX-10 Gerrington Stun Gun. STUN gun. Its not called the Brutally Destructive Kill Gun or something. See? Nothing to worry about."
"If you say so," he mumbled, once again not seeming the slightest bit convinced. We found Millie's dressing room three doors from the end. I knocked twice.
"Coming!" she chirped with a distinct cheereful tone in her voice. Footsteps padded closer. I straightened up as the door began to open, preparing to give the standard intro.
She was nearly seven feet tall.
I blinked twice and had to look up to see her face. She looked down at my comparatively diminutive figure with a warm, welcoming smile.
"Hello there!" she said happily.
"Oh... uh... hello," I stammered, blinking rapidly. "I'm Sam, and this is my ass... ass... uh... my ass," I struggled, too shocked to pronounce "associate."
"This is your ass?" she giggled.
"No! No... this is my ASSOCIATE, Logan." I glanced back at Logan. He had plastered on a smile, but his eyes simply screamed "OH GOD I'M GONNA DIE!" Without moving a single other part of his body, and not even blinking, he brought his hand up in a terse wave, and put it right back down again.
"Isn't he the one who stole Dominique's underwear?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Um... yes. We're here to interview the characters of Trigun," I quickly changed the subject.
"Oh! Well, come in and sit down." I sat down at the table and she sat opposite me. As usual, Logan just stood to the side with the camera. I noticed that he was shaking very slightly.
"Alright, ask away!" she said with a broad, genuine grin.
"Okay... uh... so you and Meryl work together tailing Vash and reducing the damage he causes, right?"
"Yup!"
"What is it like constantly traveling with a walking disaster?"
"Don't talk about Meryl like that!" she frowned at me, glancing at her Stun Gun, which was sitting on the couch.
"No no! I mean Vash!" I yelped, throwing up my hands in defense.
"Oh!" To my relief, she smiled. "Well, it was a little scary. After all, trouble's always following him. But it was also a lot of fun now that I look back on it." Suddenly she shifted her eyes and leaned in closer to me. "Now, you didn't hear this from me, but I think that after so much time traveling with Vash, Meryl fell in love with him! Don't tell anyone!" I nodded and tried to look surprised. Logan just snickered.
"What's so funny?" she asked, glancing at Logan.
"Uh... nothing," I said quickly. "Anyway, about that gun of yours... is it really non-lethal?"
"Sure! I'd never walk around with a deadly weapon!"
"Hmmm... but it does look kinda big... and powerful."
"That's just because it fires such large ammunition."
"Really? What does it fire?"
"DX-10 Gerrington Quad-Pod rounds. These things." She held up a large, elongated object that looked more like a small grenade then a bullet. "They fold out into big Xs that knock down and stun the target. They don't do any lasting damage, except maybe a bruise. In fact, some people find it fun."
She got up and walked over to the couch. She picked up the gun, which must have weiged at least fourty pounds, effortlessly.
"Here. I'll show you." She took aim at Logan. My eyes widened.
"OH GOD NO!" Logan screamed. But it was too late. The pod opened into an X-shape, and impacted logan solidly in the torso. He was thrown six feet and sprawled against the opposite wall. He was motionless as I gaped in utter horror.
"Oh my god..." I said flatly. "You... shot him." Logan stirred slightly.
"Ugh..." sat up and shook his head. "That... was... AWESOME!" he yelled, throwing up his hands and grinning. I raised my eyebrow and blinked.
"I was... like... flying... and then... I landed... and it was... all... WOAH!" he babbled excitedly, before running up to Millie.
"Do it again! Do it again! Pleeeeeeease?" he pleaded, hoping for another ballistic joyride. No such luck.
"Nah, I wouldn't want you to get hurt." She set the Stun Gun down and turned to me.
"I told you it would be fun! Wanna try?" I quickly shook my head and looked down at my clipboard. I winced as I came to the last question. This question was almost always saved for last, and with good reason.
"So... Millie, rumor has it that you and Nicholas D. Wolfwood... uh... have a... thing." I danced pathetically around the question, trying to get it out slowly.
"A 'thing?' What kind of thing?"
"You know. A... thing... for each other."
"You mean like a present?"
"No. I mean... like... a relationship."
"Well, we know each other, if that's what you mean."
"No, I mean... like... a DEEPER relationship."
"Deeper? What do you mean?"
Before I could make another unsuccessful attempt to make her understand, Logan interrupted.
"He means that you and Wolfwood are in looooooooooove." He dragged out the word, either to make a point or just to piss me off.
I winced and expected Wolfwood to stumble out of the closet wearing a leopard-skin bikini or something to that disturbing effect. Instead, Millie started blushing violently and giggling giddily. It was the kind of giggle that a girl might make while discussing a relationship with a friend.
"Uh... Millie?" I tried to snap her out of her giggle-fit, but she was too far-gone.
"Millie?" Again, only giggling.
"Alright then, we're gonna leave. Thanks for your help." I waved as I closed the door behind myself. Walking down the hall, Logan kept babbling about the Stun Gun.
"It was so cool! You should try it! Its like a whole rollercoaster in only three seconds!" I just stared disinterestedly at him.
He kept babbling until I interrupted him by announcing our next interview.
"Gah! Shut up already! Okay, next up: E.G. Mine."
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Well, at least Logan's not so edgy anymore.
(Logan babbles in the distance)
DEFINITELY not edgy. }:-/
Stay tuned! ^_^