notabluesbro | 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, 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!]]

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Good question. I have no idea who she was, and I have not seen her since..

[ 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.

Hey, hey, of course it's something to concern myself over! We all gotta' look out for each other in a place where anyone could pop up. Right? [Oh look a bullet wedged in this tree. it's a lost cause. :|] Besides, if she attacked you once? She'd probably go for round two.

[ yeah, the fact that she could turn up again presumably anywhere hasn't been lost on him; he jumps at every little sound when he's outdoors now. 8| but he can't let that keep him inside, either.

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.

Well, that depends. If you need help, just call over the journals and you'll probably get a slew of it; the people around here don't take very well to random attacks. And they're tough as nails. Literally.

[ reyson frowns, and falls silent. he has .. far too much pride to run to the journals for help, but he's not about to admit that. ]

I'll .. keep it in mind.

Edited 2012-03-10 06:27 (UTC)

Well, good.

We're all stuck here together, right? Might as well watch each other's backs.

...

Though you'd better be careful with yours; some idiot around here might mistake you for a Third Party member.

It's happened several times already, though most everyone seems to realize their mistake rather quickly. I'm not sure who these Third Party are, but I suppose they look like me?

Mn. You'll see soon enough, but they have wings your size; they're the only ones who typically have wings that big around here.

And what is it that they do? Why is everyone so alarmed by them?

Er... well...

They kinda' want us all permanently dead.

I .. see.

I imagine that's why everyone seems so alarmed by me.

Mmhm, you hit the nail on the head. Not sure how you could fix your predicament, either.

I suppose I'll simply have to be more careful.

[ or just, you know, hide away in a hole forever. ]

Definitely wouldn't hurt any—ah, what's your name?

I'm Wolfwood.

Ah, forgive my manners - I am Reyson.

Reyson, it's a pleasure. If you're not a Third Party member, what are you, exactly? Just out of curiosity.

I am laguz, of course.

[ 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.

Nooot particularly. Something unique to just your world, probably; it happens a lot here.

I suppose so. But there are beorc in my world also, and almost all of the citizens here seem to be beorc. Or they have them in their worlds, at least.

[ chin rub. ]

Regardless, laguz is .. laguz. It is what I am. More specifically, I am a heron.

Yeah, all that's going over my head. But then, I'm used to having a lot of world stuff fly right over my head; you meet anyone from your universe around here yet, at least?

I apologize; it must be confusing for you.

[ reyson frowns, his expression hardening. ]

.. No, I am the only one, it seems. Though I should be glad for them.

Aaah, right. Otherwise people would probably be mistaking them for Third Party members, too.

Though you don't have to exactly apologize for being confusing; most of the people around here have confusing worlds—mine included.

Yes, I would rather my family not be involved with this.. place.

[ but that doesn't stop him from missing them. ]

Oh? What is your home like? How long have you been here?

Me? Been here for... ah. Going on two years now, I think.

I actually like the looks of this place a lot better; my world was entirely desert. Makes it a real pissy place, half the time.

[ two years? it's not as long a time as it would seem to a beorc, but it's still certainly much longer than he was hoping to be here. reyson deflates visibly, but says nothing more on the subject. ]

So you.. do not miss it? Are you happier, here?

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