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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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?

Well, I miss some of the people there. [He wipes his forehead before picking up a bullet casing from the ground, rattling it around with the others.] But as for the actual place... Well. I prefer this setting more.

Well, I suppose that makes sense..

[ though reyson can't ever imagine wanting to live anywhere that isn't tellius; perhaps if his family and friends were here he'd feel differently. frowning in thought, reyson falls silent for a moment. ]

Would you stay here, then? Even if you were able to go home?

[hummm]

Unfortunately, me going back probably isn't much of an option. I'll probably either stick around here, or go to someone else's world with my family.

[ going back isn't an option? has his world been.. destroyed, somehow? or does he truly despise it that much? reyson doesn't know, but that's a bit too personal a question to be asking at this juncture. so reyson just falls silent for a moment, before leaning to scoop up a scattering of casings in his good hand. ]

I see. Well, I wish you luck, wherever you end up.

[He grins at that.]

'Appreciate it. And after all, might as well stay where the family stays, right?

Edited 2012-04-17 05:37 (UTC)

[ family .. ah, how deeply he misses his family. what he would do to have leanne and rafiel here with him - but no, it's better that they stay away. family has always been a sensitive subject for reyson, but still be offers a weary smile. ]

Yes, if your family is here it's important to stay with them.

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