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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[He nods, dipping his head sideways, casually sipping his drink.]

That's right. I spent a lot of my time taking jobs to keep the church I ran up and running, but this one was a direct request from the person who brought me up, Chapel; Knives was looking for someone who was skilled enough to lead him along.

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But things went wrong in the plan... I ended up becoming friends with him.

So when he asked me to kill him, I 'quit' the job, I guess you could say.

[Amelia has to admit, it isn't the worst reasoning she's ever heard. It's at least enough to keep her from splashing Wolfwood in the face with the booze, which counts for something.]

The right choice, huh? [She hesitates, because God knows she doesn't want to ask the question that naturally comes next.]

Is that why you died?

[A nod.]

After I teamed up with Vash, I fought Chapel. When I'd let my guard down, Legato took control of him and shot me as I escaped; Knives probably ordered it, since Legato's nothing but a lovesick puppy when it comes to him.

[Time to emo ~~around the jeep~~.]

Right.

[Amelia may wince a little at the combination of Legato and love--bad memories, okay? Her expression is pretty dour anyway, given the weight of what they're talking about.

It definitely requires another drink. She'll fill up her own glass, and then top off Wolfwood's too. It's a betrayal, but damn it, she just can't find it in her to be angry over it.]

So you died for Vash. [Now, angry over other that? She can do, and the bottle gets put back on the table with a definite thud.] You're as much of an idiot as he ever was.

Yep. He's not the only one who can pull of the idiot look.

[He goes to drink, but pauses at the glass.]

I wasn't really planning on dying that day, but sometimes things happen out of our control; just the way it is, I guess. I don't regret settling on Vash's side. Things before that, sure, but that much I'm fine with.

That's not something to brag about.

[Amelia hasn't let go of the bottle yet. To the contrary, she's actually holding it tighter. And she's not quite managing to look at Wolfwood then either.]

So it's that easy? You're dead back home, just like that. So what happens to that orphanage you talked about? Those kids? And Milly, and everyone else?

[Damn it. Amelia surrenders her grip, only to go for her own glass again. Not that she drinks it when she notices how much her hands are shaking.]

You can't just be okay with that. You can't.

Vash knows about the orphanage, so... hopefully, he can help them out. The others taking care of it are really tough. Smart people.

[He takes a drink.]

... Doesn't matter if I'm okay with it or not; it is what it is. I can't really change it, because it is what it is.

[Sure Wolfwood, break out the logic. Amelia knows she can't argue with it; she's not dumb enough or drunk enough, even if she's still tempted to try.]

You're still an idiot.

[Heh. He smiles.]

I think I'm alright with that. Being an idiot isn't always so bad.

Says you. It just means I have two idiots in my house. You've only got one.

[It's completely not fair, man.]

...

At least it's never a dull moment?

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