Nicholas D. Wolfwood (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
notabluesbro) wrote2010-08-31 12:34 am
notabluesbro) wrote2010-08-31 12:34 am
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2nd Confession [Action][Future-dated a little]
[His back feels like shit.
...Maybe an exaggeration, but it still stood—something about the nakedness of his back was driving him insane. And that probably ruined vertebrae? It made him feel awkward and stiff at the shoulders all day prior. Strange how some things are even physically etched into your make-up over time. Forget the mental aspect of it, there's something a little more parasitic about that damn cross.
Behold, Luceti, he's emerging from the Smithy looking a lot more like himself: black suit, sure. Cigarette dangling on his lips, yes. Bitchin' Sunglasses, check. But now he's holding that ginormous cross like a shiny new present all for him. Untouched, it seems. Good. He didn't plan on showing it off any freaking time soon, but... still, he felt like he had to carry it—
Wait, what was he planning on doing with the damn thing? Carry it around the village?
Siiiiigh. Wolfwood, come on, think a little. Just shape up and get used to it...
...
He slings it over his shoulder like usual and automatically regrets this move.]
SON-OF-A-BITCH!!
[O-oh, those wings, those piss-ass wingsssss D'X
...
Yeah, good morning, Luceti.]
[You'll also catching him walking back toward Vash's place with said cross, looking a little less like he's about to kill a small furry creature. Don't mind him too, much... He's just, uh, avoiding forests because holy shit did you hear about the giant wolf?]
...Maybe an exaggeration, but it still stood—something about the nakedness of his back was driving him insane. And that probably ruined vertebrae? It made him feel awkward and stiff at the shoulders all day prior. Strange how some things are even physically etched into your make-up over time. Forget the mental aspect of it, there's something a little more parasitic about that damn cross.
Behold, Luceti, he's emerging from the Smithy looking a lot more like himself: black suit, sure. Cigarette dangling on his lips, yes.
Wait, what was he planning on doing with the damn thing? Carry it around the village?
Siiiiigh. Wolfwood, come on, think a little. Just shape up and get used to it...
...
He slings it over his shoulder like usual and automatically regrets this move.]
SON-OF-A-BITCH!!
[O-oh, those wings, those piss-ass wingsssss D'X
...
Yeah, good morning, Luceti.]
[You'll also catching him walking back toward Vash's place with said cross, looking a little less like he's about to kill a small furry creature. Don't mind him too, much... He's just, uh, avoiding forests because holy shit did you hear about the giant wolf?]
Re: [ action ]
They're green vegetables that start out as purple buds on what you'd call a prickly pear cactus; some people prefer them before they reach their adulthood, but when you're stuck in the middle of nowhere with a broken motorcycle, you don't really have a preference.
[He grins.]
And they're actually pretty good cooked.