Nicholas D. Wolfwood (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
notabluesbro) wrote2012-03-02 02:47 pm
notabluesbro) wrote2012-03-02 02:47 pm
32nd Confession [Voice/Action]
[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, hehobbles 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!]]
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
[[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!]]
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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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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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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. :( ]
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[A pause.]
... What exactly happened to you, anyway?
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I- ah, I was attacked, a little over a week ago.
[ so believe me, he looks better. and he's going to go ahead and start helping anyway because this heron can't be tamed. ]
I'm all right, though; it looks worse than it actually was. [ well, except for the broken wing; that sucks. ]
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[grump grump]
There's always someone trying to pick a fight.
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[ thank the goddess. reyson frowns. ]
Though she seemed to know who I was. Or, rather, she'd mistaken me for someone from her own world. [ and waving a hand now. ] But no matter, it's nothing you need to concern yourself over.
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still, he's touched by this complete stranger's reaction! baww, what a nice guy. still, reyson frowns. ]
.. I know. But I don't see what I could possibly do about it, short of doing what I can to avoid her.
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I'll .. keep it in mind.
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We're all stuck here together, right? Might as well watch each other's backs.
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Though you'd better be careful with yours; some idiot around here might mistake you for a Third Party member.
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They kinda' want us all permanently dead.
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I imagine that's why everyone seems so alarmed by me.
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[ or just, you know, hide away in a hole forever. ]
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I'm Wolfwood.
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[ duh.
oh.. wait. he's still getting used to the whole no one here knows what a laguz is thing. it's strange. ]
I.. ah. I imagine that means nothing to you, though.
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[ chin rub. ]
Regardless, laguz is .. laguz. It is what I am. More specifically, I am a heron.
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