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1st Confession [Voice]

[Waking up dazed and confused in a desert with wings on your back... after thinking you're dead... never really helps a situation. Last he checked he was inking out his last bit of life on a church floor. And now he's in a shitty pile of sand with black wings on his shoulders. He was either alive and tripping back home in Gunsmoke, or he was on the road to a less than impressive Hell. But... that's a forest in the distance? He must've been seeing things. Worth a shot, at least?

So he staggers for an hour like a confused drunk and finally makes it to this green, wondrous land, were he just... collapses near the closest stream and drinks until his poor lungs feel a little better. Of course, after taking a short nap under a tree, he wakes up to a fat drop of rain smacking him in the forehead.]

Wha...?

[Is that... rain? Really? That's... sort of a miracle. Lots of miracles lately, eh? The journal falls open and voices trickle out of it. So after staring at it for a few minutes, he... speaks at it. After all, looking crazy is better than sitting out in a rainstorm--

He can't believe he's actually in rain. Real rain, none of that feigned sprinkler crap. And the desert's so goddamn tiny...]

Hello...?

Why in God's name am I talking to a book...

Can anyone tell me where the heck this place is? I'd also be really grateful if anyone could point me to the nearest food stand... Mainly if it has a nice, sturdy roof and something either warm or alcoholic to drink...

[A thoughtful pause. His back did feel too light...]

...And, uh... if you've seen a giant cross sitting around, let me know, huh?

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[He slows a bit.] I was... heading there when I woke up here.

[It's a question he's not sure he wants to know the answer to.] ...how did you know that Wolfwood?

[And another glance from under a wet mess of hair. Do you really not know yet? Something's had to have told you by now... some inner voice of reasoning...]

It was my job to know—and my job to lead you there alive and in one piece.

[By a ridiculous technicality, a member of Knives' team. An extension of Chapel, a little puppet to puppet Vash. Keep an eye on him, get him there.

Did he fail the job he'd despised having, too? What a kick in the teeth...]

[He stops.] Like... a babysitter? [He can be sharp when he wants to. He voice is calm, but damn if that didn't feel like getting kicked below the belt. He suspected something when you told him where to find Knives, but to hear it from you it hurts.]

Edited 2010-09-01 00:44 (UTC)

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[He almost decides on a longer reply, but he can't really think of anything that wasn't as honest or truthful:]

...At first, yeah.

[He stands in the rain a moment. Mulling it over.

He wouldn't be dead, if it wasn't for you.]

...is that why... [Huh, can't seem to be able to bring himself to say: killed you.]

[There's a pause—it's probably telltale.]

It's because I chose what I wanted to do. It had nothing to do with your sorry ass, okay?

[He doesn't believe the second part of it.] I'm sorry.

You always apologize for things that you have no control over. You know that?

[Wolfwood shifts his shoulders awkwardly and looks over at him, very neutral in expression. For a moment. His eyebrows furrow at the melancholy look; he hates that look, Vash. You use it too damn much.]

And you're a goddamned idiot that apologizes when it should be the other way around; what happened was just something that happens. It's life—and while I was pissed at myself for letting it come to that in the first place, I don't regret how it played out.

Edited 2010-09-01 01:26 (UTC)

...I should have been there.

You didn't have to be anywhere. It wasn't your fight to have.

[But it was about him wasn't it? Because you didn't want to do as they told you, but he's gotten all he really wanted to know. You are his friend. This is just... too depressing and they can't fix it.]

Well, I won't let you fight on your own again here.

Don't be an idiot, broomhead.

Half the fights I'm gonna be in will be against you and that goofy hairdo of yours.

...what's wrong with my hair, pal?

Besides the fact that it's drooping over now? It looks like the broad-end of a broom. Ever try sweeping your enemies out of the way, Mr. Stampede?

...you know, I don't have to invite you back to my place and out of the rain. I'm sure you'll do fine in it on your own.

[Just. This look.]

Oh no, you're ditching me? It's too bad we're stuck in the same place now. But the question is, will Meryl let you toss me out in the rain just because I made fun of your hair?

Maybe?

You're only fooling yourself, Needle Noggin.

Well, you can't have anything the fridge then! [Damn it... he will spite you - somehow]

[He offers an elbow to Vash's side as he continues walking—how dare you deny him the fridge.]

I'm making the biggest plate of food possible when I get there, and I'm going to make sure there's nothing left when I'm done.

[Half of what he's saying isn't true, but teasing is hella' fun.]

Edited 2010-09-01 02:19 (UTC)

I'm getting a lock. A big one.

You'd proooobably just end up locking yourself out.

Would not!

Oooo, testy, testy. Careful, you'll end up calling that wolf over.

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