It's nice to finally be able to type without flinching. That means, my shoulder's all nice and healed up. I haven't tried making anything yet, but it should be fine; I don't think something genetic can be affected by something like a gunshot wound.

I... just don't want to try that yet. Dr Yehonala will give me an earful about it. But, I can once again fire weaponry. Mwahahaha.

So, I don't know exactly what's going on now and I don't like it.

Kiba's gone, so I don't have anyone to shoot at, and I've been told I need to practice swordplay. Stop forcing your Kill Bill Fantasies on me, I am not Go-Go Yubari, she wasn't even Chinese!

Seriously? Swordplay? Seriously?

Who brings a knife to a gun fight? >':

Happy birthday to me~
Happy birthday to me~
No experiments all day~
Happy birthday to me~

But mostly, it went by uncelebrated. That's okay, I can make my own presents.

Either my body's finally given up on fighting the super proteins, or I've finally properly absorbed them to a level where everything I make doesn't try jumping around like a bean. As such, it appears that metals that draw on the use of the irons and proteins in my body seem a little more sturdier than the average bullet, sword, gun, knife, and O.R.A. I create regularly. Moth- Doctor Yehonala seemed especially pleased with this improvement.

So much so that she said something about being sent out. I hope I do well, I dislike the idea of missing.

I sort of remember celebrating Chinese New Year when I was a kid. It was great... at least, I think it was. I remember fireworks and dragons not that I'm allowed to make fireworks for personal use, but whatever. and staying up too late.


This year, do you think they'll let me shoot off a few fireworks? Probably not. And it's not like the desert would hide the evidence very well, being kinda flat. It's in three weeks, maybe if I do extra well...

Lately, when I hiccup, it tastes like metal. I'm not sure where it's from, maybe I've been making too many bullets? Hm.

Also, the super proteins I've started taste kind of funny, like putting a battery on your tongue.

They promised me a mission - when do I get to play?

I don't understand this Halloween business.


Anyway, is there anything I have to add to my supplements this month, Dr Umino? Or can I stop making myself swallow iron? I think there's enough in my system now to last for a very, very long while or until I need to make twenty-thousand bullets, throwing knives, robots or other small, fun things.

...I'm so bored, I might even consider CQC training. But I hate getting in close.

I get to go to the city this weekend. \o/ Paella, and sesame balls \o/ (which have zero nutritional value, but I don't care! They are delicious~~~).

Also, why is all this 20th Century music playing? :x

♪Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday, dear Papi
Happy birthday to you~!♪

( I got you smoooookes~♪ )

Auuugh, am I the only one lucky enough to be the guinea pig for the liquid iron supplements? It tastes like I'm swallowing a refinery. I hate this stuff. I'd take liver over this stuff.

Someone from Sigma challenged me to a game of darts, are they stupid? and ten games later, I apparently owned everything they had. I didn't really want it though. It looked like it was all porn and clothing of questionable taste. :\

Oh look, it's 11:30. Time for more iron. Uwaaaa T~T

Aiiiyaaa...!

( Private )

I made... a bug. D: SOMEONE COME KILL IT. PLEASE. BEFORE IT EATS ME.

I'm excited that I actually get to use someone for target practice. I promise I'll be gentle, and I won't even use a gun.

I guess that it'd be cheating.


Now, if any other of my oh-so-kind teammates would be willing to let me do the same... ♥

I got moved from the tent.


...


...


...I think I'm in shock.

I've been told I need to memorize and execute the chemical structures needed to make synthskin. On one hand, ooh a new shiny, on the other hand...

That's kind of gross. But some of those guys in Epsilon need it, I think, and I know that it's a lengthy process to create it normally.

Heigh ho, heigh ho, or whatever. I'm just the neighborhood vending machine!

They stuck at least fifty needles in me today. My arms are so sore. Even if I wanted to materialize something, I couldn't because they're all numb.

Like little noodles.


... ...MY ARMS ARE LIKE NOODLES.

Which is why typing this is taking a million years. The technician said I should have feeling back soon though. That's hopeful.

>:[

</3

Going to Vegas for the weekend. I guess it's my turn so long as I promise to not counterfeit, but that's boring. It looks like you and Grumpy will have plenty of room to yourselves.

I think I'm going to go find a nice bookstore and plant myself there for a while. I ♥ old things.

No. I don't >[[[[[[[[[. And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. >[

I worked on sharpshooting today, now my hands smell like gun powder. I don't like guns as much as I like small projectiles, because they're not as fun to use. :\ There isn't the same sense of accomplishment, you know? Besides, remembering all the stuff in guns is a pain in the ass.

Oh well, I'll just have to get over it. Come here, sniper rifle. >:|

I was about squashed last night by Naruto and Sai. All the guys are bigger than me (well, except maybe Sai) and it's so damn hot. Why can't it be winter already? I'm tired of the heat. >:|

So, Ino's gotten moved out of the tent and we got... another guy. (Are they saying something about my personality? Or am I just collecting a harem?) (Can I start a harem?) INO, I MISS YOU.

Anyway, I'm irritated, it's hot, and I'm looking for something to do or someone to play with. Maybe I'll go and do target practice. :| I'd play darts, but that's cheating. I'd beat every one of you. :)