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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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Yeah, walk against the flow and hopefully we'll run into each other. And I'll grab some things on my way.

But it could be worse! I got dropped in a pile of snow. [Yes, snow.]

Snow?

...

This place really is something.

[Someone would really like to know what snow is like now--]

Anyway, I'll start moving. See you in a while.

[Except you'll either find him in Ginko's company around the stream or at the temporary shelter. What a friendly place, this Luceti. :|b]

[Very friendly~... sometimes. We'll figure something out with the whole 'meeting' bit. But for now ~~as I'm too brain dead for actual thought~~ - a bit later Vash will speak up in the book again.] Oh hey! I think I found some of your clothes at the clothing store!

...Well, at least they're thorough.

Any gigantic cross-shaped things at the... wherever you'd find it?

No, but that'd more likely to be at the smithy. I can check before I head out. [Oh god, he hopes it's there. He'd hate to tell you he lost it when he came here.]

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Hey, as long as it's there. I doubt anyone'll want to take a 250 pound cross around here. I think.

I'll check on my way out. [Not going to say anything about bringing it with him. It's heavy.]

[That's a good thing. If Wolfwood saw you trying to lug back the damn thing to him, he'd probably smack you upside the head with with.

It'd rust in the rain, anyway.]

[CHEERY VOICE ALERT:]

Watch out for wolves!

[Because he's clearly not a fan of anything that can bite faces off.]

Don't worry! I'm pretty good at avoiding Moro! [IT HAS A NAME!]

It has a name?

She has a name. Oh, and she's a God! Or, well, something like that.

...

She's a God.

Really.

[This is really a lot to take in, even moreso than the dorky wings.]

How big is she?

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Oh, pretty big. She could probably eat us in one bite if she really wanted to.

But at least that can help with spotting her. [Lalala, like talking about the weather - a little rainy yes?]

...

[Holy shit, that's a huge wolf-god.]

[...WHY ARE YOU SO CASUAL ABOUT THIS.]

Oh, yeah? What color is she? For my sake.

White. Very white. And big.

Well, at least white doesn't blend in with anything here.

[A thoughtful pause.]

I take it she's tried to take a few nips at you?

Just once or twice.

...So you ran up a tree and hoped she wouldn't jump after you?

Well, she didn't! She waited at the bottom for me to come down so we chatted for a bit. Besides the whole; hating the smell of gunpowder, she's not all bad. She just wants to protect the forest.

Gee, is that how her first meetings go? Just trying to eat someone just because they smell funny?

Acutally... that was our third or fourth meeting I think.

Do you make it a habit of almost getting munched on? Don't tell me it's marked on your calendar, too, broomhead.

Ah, no, a demon sort of teleported me to her when she was particularly pissed off.

Oh - so if you see a man in black, with two different colored eyes, and long blond hair usually in a braid. Yeah, his name is Yuber. Try to stay away from him.

For the love of—don't you have any good news for me? You know, happy thoughts?

Who's this Yuber guy now?

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