32nd Confession [Voice/Action]

[notabluesbro]

[Two days after he's tried to murder his best friend, Wolfwood finally feels the after-effects of the drugs in his system fading out. He's been beyond lucid the last 24 hours, but god did he feel the headache of it all after the fact. More importantly, he's been lying around in his bed thinking. Always thinking, this one. First thinking that shit, man, that was close, and then thinking holy shit Milly is pregnant. She's been pretty much attached to his hip since he started coming down from what was in his system, and they've had plenty of hours to talk about everything while he's settled under blankets with her. And of course, he's full of concern and doubt about himself and a lot of things.

It's not that he isn't happy. It's just all a big gray unknown spot in his future and hers that he worries about frequently. And now he worries for... their kid. Their kid. It's like he's in the twilight zone. He doesn't even know how to start. But he's by no means unhappy.

Whatever happens... it happens, he tells himself. That's all there is to it.

Well... first things first. He hasn't seen Vash since their unfortunate encounter on the 29th. So he pulls on his white button-up, skips a shave, and seeks him out. Of course, he feels gross from sleeping too much, but whatever. Moving's the only cure for that shit.]

[Filtered to Anyone Involved with Feb. 29th's Events // 30% Hackable]

Hey... Thanks for the help. Back there. I'm sorry I was so out of it, but you know how it is around here... Full of shitty surprises. I'll have to make it up to you guys sometime.



... [A sorta' half-hearted smile. He's too overwhelmed for complete snark.] Well, maybe not to Sanji. He clearly owed me for bumming my cigarettes.

[Once he finds Vash, he's off for an easy walk to get his blood pumping; he needs more cigarettes, after all. So there's the store to go to, and then he heads to the item shop and smithy to see if he can replace lost ammunition. Yeah, he comes out with a box under each arm. Gotta' keep on top, even if he almost shot people to death the other day. :|

... And yes. Of course you can find him at the bar. Duh. He really really wants a glass of sturdier stuff. But before that, he hobbles goes back to the forest and starts collecting any shells he can find; sue him, he feels bad for wrecking some of the place. It's a workout for sure, but it also gives him something to do while he straightens out his own mind. At the end of the day he's going back home to crash in a warm bed with his gal. This week has sapped the life outta' him, man]

[[ooc: Backtagging is very welcome, just for ref! People involved in the plot don't have to tag immediately, but I just wanted to get it out of the way!]]

Comments

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[mikangirl]

Not that surprising. [She keeps her voice light.] It's amazing how many people come back from a kidnapping with a desire to murder someone.

You're feeling better?

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[notabluesbro]

Eeh, a little groggy, but I've been way worse. I'm just glad things are settling down—after all that mess, anyway. [Ngh, and what a mess it was. He glances quietly across the room, voice growing light.] It could've been worse.

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[mikangirl]

Then I'm glad it wasn't. What did they do to you?

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[notabluesbro]

Aaa... I was drugged. Didn't really recognize Luceti, or the people in it, for a while.

[He was seeing... a lot of other hideous things. BT]

[action]

[stungunning]

[Milly's been napping a lot all afternoon after cleaning the house while Wolfwood's out, and then a little while before he comes home she's taken the opportunity to get a quick shower in, during the aftermath of which, as she's getting dressed again and putting on her most comfy bra, she's made a discovery: it doesn't fit anymore.

Holy moly are those really her bosoms?

Would you just look at those things?! It's a pity they're sort of sore or she could have some fun with those.

So when Wolfwood comes home, he might just find his wife sitting at her vanity table in her pj bottoms and bra, ogling her own boobs.]

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[notabluesbro]

[He walks in yaaaawning, before he looks at Milly quietly. And then he just watches, smirking a little under his hand. Tired, yeah, worried, yeah, but how can he keep that sort of mindset up when you're being so dorky?]

They look nice.

[Heheheh.]

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[stungunning]

I knew they were getting bigger but it's as though poof! they've just gone and got huge all over the last couple of days. I wasn't expecting that to happen yet at all. Oh it's no good, this bra won't do any good at all; it's like trying to lug melons around in a sock.

[Off it comes, think fast Wolfie! Yes that is a little wince too, apparently big boobs are sore boobs.]

I'm just going to have to go and buy some new underwear tomorrow after we go and see Doctor Law.

[And after putting on her pajama top, she's going to turn around and look at him. He looks exhausted and concern flashes across her face.]

Are you alright sweetheart? Do you still feel funny, would you like me to get you some hot milk to help you sleep?

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[thedicearecast]

[Drinking: Gunsmoke's planetary pass time.

Amelia probably isn't the best to run into for comfort and advice, given how lost she's been feeling herself lately. But avoiding people doesn't tend to work in a small town, and she really does want to make sure Wolfwood's okay. At least physically. She can handle that much.]

Hey.

[Sturdy stuff, right? Amelia has a bottle of it in her hand.] You want some company?

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[notabluesbro]

[He glances over, and is entirely fine with this company. Amelia, out of all of them, knew how to brood correctly. The only real signs of him being physically out of it is how sluggishly he moves. And perfects the faint traces of a scratch or two on his jawline.]

Hey. Wouldn't mind some at all.

Sorry if I've been out of it the last few days.

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[thedicearecast]

[Yep. No overwhelming optimism coming from Amelia to ruin the brooding mood. She drops down into a chair across from Wolfwood, then tops off her own glass before offering the priest his turn.]

Don't worry about it. It wasn't really you, right?

[She's watching you, Preacher Man.]

So this might be a short thread but

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[Please hold. Judging in progress.]

lol cries

[notabluesbro]

...

[Right. He runs a hand through his hair, smiling tiredly. How to even start, with you.]

I'm sorry I was so crazy back there.

Thanks for saving my friend.

[flickerflash]

Why did you try to kill him?

action;

[heartofahawk]

[ in the forest, you say?

well reyson is pretty much always in the forest. since his injuries, he's been unable to practice flying, and he's really paranoid to go out alone, but he can't stay cooped up indoors, it's really not his style.

he just. has to be very careful. and take off at any sign of danger. so when he hears this guy rooting around for shells he nearly jumps out of his skin. but nothing feels off about this guy, and hey actually he seems kind of .. sad. distracted. confused. at this distance it's difficult to pick up, but reyson's certain that he isn't a threat. ]

Are you all right?

[ FUNNY THAT HE'S ASKING THIS when he's still a little bruised and battered looking, his left wrist is tightly bandaged, as well as one big white wing. but whatever reyson is fierce it ain't no thang. ]

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[notabluesbro]

[Who, me?

The tired-looking fella' turns toward the winged guy and nearly has a heart-attack at what he sees. THIRD PARTY MEMBER OH GOD—but he's pretty chill after a beat of thought. Yeah, a Third Party Member would really ask if he were okay before impaling him. B|a]

Been better. Just cleaning up the mess I made.

[He rattles a bag of bullet shells, a few more littered around his feet.]

Don't want the big wolf god trying to maim me over this one.

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[heartofahawk]

[ yeah and, uh. bandages. and bruises. lots of them. 8|a he's in no place to be attacking anyone okay and gosh why does everyone always look so frightened when they first see him? IS THERE SOMETHING ON HIS FACE.. ]

Wolf God.. ? Oh! [ reyson's heard of her and gosh he'd really love to meet her.. ]

Would you like some help?

[ because you seem really tired. :( ]

[Action]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash had been taking a mini break from House 5. At least until Wolfwood was completely cured. He didn't want to undo the work Milly had done by simply showing his face.

So he went ahead and took a small bag of clothes and moved into apartment eight in community house one. He's relaxing on his couch when he hears the knock at his locked door.]

Who is it?

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[notabluesbro]

[/GRUMP VOICE.]

It's Wolfwood. I'm here to try to kill you, or something.

[... Okay, grump voice with an edge of impatient mischief.]

[Action]

[goldenglasses]

What? Again? How many times does this make it now? Four? You really need a new hobby preacher man. [Vash gets up and heads over to the door to unlock it. And to check the bucket of water he's got rigged to it.]

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[concasse]

Just for that, next time I'm gonna let the shitty idiot shoot you down, asshole.

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[notabluesbro]

Heeeey, you gotta admit, you owe me a few. [Sigh.] Especially with how much I've been needing 'em today. You left me with a ton of achy bruises...

[Filtered] I have NO CLUE how I missed this. /tags it anyway ;;

[concasse]

Shithead, I don't think I even kicked you once. [B| That said, he's arching a brow and staring at the icon-like screen. ]

[filtered] I am the latest

[endgames]

Don't sweat it. It happens. [...third time lucky for him, now?] Apparently.

[filtered] so so late, hdu

[notabluesbro]

Yeaaah, but I still feel shitty about it. Good time outta' your day, right?

[smile]

How troublesome.

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[endgames]

[Luceti, where's copyright laws when you need them. MY CATCHPHRASE.]

The way I see it, it'd be more troublesome to look back and thing I could've helped out.

How're you and your buddy doing?