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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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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?

Edited 2010-08-29 04:56 (UTC)

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?

All the donuts and drinks are free?

He's well... a demon who loves chaos and destruction. Just your typical everyone besides me is scum jerk.

Already been informed of that, needle noggin. You'll have to try harder.

Woooonderful. What can he do?

[You can see your dead friends again.] Well, I thought the changing seasons are pretty amazing.

[But now some serious business.] He has some powerful magic. Not only can he teleport others, but he can teleport himself too. So it's hard to fight him. He can also split himself momentarily to attack you from many angles at once - and some very powerful lightning attacks.

[Aaand Wolfwood's already thinking of ways to combat this. rubber grip on the Punisher? That might work against the electric-based shit. Angles are a different story—pistols for sure there... teleporting... damn, he's just not prepared at all for something like that...]

He's already wreaked plenty of havoc, I take it?

Edited 2010-08-31 01:13 (UTC)

Yes, he has. [He slaughtered some Third Party Memebers I was trying to protect. Then I saved his life and got attacked by the person trying to kill him. He killed me.] He tried to burn down the forest a few weeks ago.

[Hm. Sounds like a big-shot enemy. This forest wasn't particularly tiny, so he must've really thought he was tough shit. Probably was. Of course if (when) Wolfwood learns about what this monster's done, he'll find it quite justifiable to attempt and beat the holy hell out of him. Attempt. Which he was all-too-willing to try.]

On everyone's watchlist, I'll bet. I'll... keep an eye out.

[Dangerous undertone? What dangerous undertone?]

He is. Just... be careful, not everyone around here is nice, most are - but not all.

Duly noted...

[You're glad he's not too sure how coming back to life works, or he'd probe about you fighting him. Since you're alive and all, he'll assume you managed fairly well. B|]

[There's a pause. He expected he knew the answer... but:]

You and Meryl are the only ones here from home, right?

Yeah, Milly's not here. [Cutting to the chase.]

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