notabluesbro | 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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Kushi, the name's Nicholas D. Wolfwood, but just Wolfwood'll do.

It's nice to meet you, Wolfwood-san.

I'm glad someone's going to help you.

I'm pretty damn glad myself! And it's nice to meet you, too--I take it you're pretty used to this place now?

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Ah... as used to it as can be expected, I suppose. There's a lot of getting used to.

Huh, looks like I'll get to have my own firsthand fun. Don't suppose you have any warnings for me? You know, ahead of time things.

The wings; that's probably the most important. They're very sensitive, so try not to hurt them. If you get both of them ripped out, you'll die.

Ah, yeah... They're pretty ridiculous to have, huh? Can't even fly with 'em...

I wish I knew what their purpose was. I don't think anyone here does.

Maybe the Malnosso are ran by bird people?

That would certainly be interesting.

An interesting turn of events indeed! We'll just need to spread a little bird seed around to catch them.

Something tells me that idea wouldn't work.

Hmm... No, you're probably right about that. And I doubt bird calls will work in our favor, either. Looks like we'll just have to find a more difficult way of catching the sneaky devils.

When you come up with something, be sure to tell me. I'm not one for the grand plans myself.

Sounds great. Thanks for talking with me—I'm feeling better already.

Oh, of course! It's the least I could do.

Keyword, could, miss. Anyone who helps someone out of their own free will deserves a thank you and a God bless~

I'll see you around?

I told you before, there's no need to thank me.

And yes, I hope so.

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