Nicholas D. Wolfwood (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
notabluesbro) wrote2010-09-13 08:43 pm
notabluesbro) wrote2010-09-13 08:43 pm
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3rd Confession [Action]
[When Vash had finally conked back out (him and his stupid Malnosso kidnapping problems...), Wolfwood took at as a chance to sneak away to the bar—this 'Seventh Heaven' place, as Meryl had worked at the other place and he wasn't too sure he wanted to think quietly there.
Drinking certainly had its perks, and a light buzz was often something that got Wolfwood by the occasional bout of worried aggression. But trying not to think about things was a little more difficult that usual.
Of course, he had his crucifix with him propped in a nearby corner, as he was fairly certain he didn't want to encounter anything negative without it. Luceti was relatively peaceful. Nothing, other than the kidnappings, had been happening within town. But... it wasn't enough to just assume. He didn't like getting cozy and then finding himself unshielded from a looming danger... That was famiiiiliar territory back in Nostaglia Land, and he was not ready to tread it anytime soon.
He wonders a few things. Did Vash actually hurt or... kill Legato? Or was the man just screwing with him?
And did Vash know Legato had killed him? It was hard to say... Bringing it up would be a whole new issue. No, no, what the hell was he doing? He always got into these thoughtful ruts. He just had to shake himself loose and avoid this whole 'mulling over' thing. Just sit up straight and don't let it get to you, like usual...
He murmurs, eyes directed at his shot glass.]
I must be losing my edge.
[And sighs against the palm of his hand.]
Dammit, Needle Noggin, how'd this all get so difficult?
Drinking certainly had its perks, and a light buzz was often something that got Wolfwood by the occasional bout of worried aggression. But trying not to think about things was a little more difficult that usual.
Of course, he had his crucifix with him propped in a nearby corner, as he was fairly certain he didn't want to encounter anything negative without it. Luceti was relatively peaceful. Nothing, other than the kidnappings, had been happening within town. But... it wasn't enough to just assume. He didn't like getting cozy and then finding himself unshielded from a looming danger... That was famiiiiliar territory back in Nostaglia Land, and he was not ready to tread it anytime soon.
He wonders a few things. Did Vash actually hurt or... kill Legato? Or was the man just screwing with him?
And did Vash know Legato had killed him? It was hard to say... Bringing it up would be a whole new issue. No, no, what the hell was he doing? He always got into these thoughtful ruts. He just had to shake himself loose and avoid this whole 'mulling over' thing. Just sit up straight and don't let it get to you, like usual...
He murmurs, eyes directed at his shot glass.]
I must be losing my edge.
[And sighs against the palm of his hand.]
Dammit, Needle Noggin, how'd this all get so difficult?
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Good thing he can mix a shitty drink well.
It's the nickname that catches his attention. He's heard of Wolfwood, has a vague idea on what he sounds like, but the words etch back Broom Head when he replays them through his head, and Sanji chuckles quietly]
Needle Noggin, huh?[It's quiet and amused and barely realizing he said it outloud]
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Wolfwood looks up curiously. And smiles, thinking: hell, if so many people he'd met knew Vash, this guy probably did, too. A shame, most of Vash's journal replies are filtered thanks to that blue-haired freak. So he just threw it out on assumption alone.]
Needle noggin, spikey, broomhead, take your pick. His normal name certainly doesn't suit him.
[He downs another shot from a glass.]
I'm sure he could maim a man, if he ran in for a headbutt.
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Maaah, I prefer Broom Head, myself. [there's no one else to serve at the moment, so he slowly digs around for a cigarette.]
I'm surprised he hasn't done it on accident, even when he's purposely stumbling around.
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Hummmm, so I'll take that as a 'smoking allowed' gesture on your part?
[He lifts a brow, smiling still; at least talking to people was a damn fine way of avoiding his thoughts. He appreciated anything the guy had to say, quite frankly.]
You could always hire him to clean up the floors after hours, y'know. Sure, you can't pay him in money, but food'll do the trick.
[...What a curly eyebrow you have. :|a]
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You'd be right. A smoke and a shot go hand in hand.
[Oh, Sanji figured the guy needed a distraction. He will be playing the role of the chatty bartender because he's bored, he likes talking, and you mock Vash, too.
Also, lay off the eyebrow, sir. 8|]
Not a bad idea. Maybe I'll put out a trail of donuts for him to follow.
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That Ginko guy give you some weird cigarette-starting ability, or should you two just form a club?
[Aaaa, it's been a tough week, bartender. My best friend is still an idiot and my foe is running around biding his time for complete tomdickery... AKA, it's really as if I never kicked the bucket to begin with. That said, 'a smoke and a shot go hand in hand' is like a fucking mantra at this point of Wolfwood's life. He lights up one himself, and soon that section of the bar is second-hand haven.
Also, a snort of amusement.]
I apologize if you've already been traumatized by him and his weird obsession—don't know how the hell he stays so thin and spazzy, with how many calories-worth of those he inhales.
[...I'll lay off the eyebrow when you tweeze it. :3]
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[Buddy, that shit sounds rough. Have another shot, it's on me - there's no real cure for bad karma besides flipping it off and hitting the booze.]
Oh no, don't worry about it. [There's a sadistic glint in his eye, though full of good humor] I took the necessary price out of his hide.
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He glances at the cross before returning his amused gaze to the bartender.]
Vash's been telling me about that, but I don't know if I'll be any good at it. If he manages, though, I think I'll give it a shot...
[A pause, as he chuckles. Lots of memories of retribution are popping up, thanks to all the spats he and Vash had gotten into. Over ridiculous things, mind you, but...]
To be fair, I can say the same. He deserves a good smack upside the head, from time to time. How long you had the pleasure of knowing the broomhead?
[...from a 250ish pound cross... Eeeeh, he recovers quick. Whatever.]
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I'll be helping him with Tsinku and Eferin. You might as well drop by and see him get shot at by lightning.
[And to be fair, Sanji's feet pack the same amount of punch. He's been continuing the abuse while you've been absent, Wolfwood.]
Now? About... [Damn, how long has it been? His stare hits the wall] Eight, nine months?
First time I met him, I sorta kicked him in the face.
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Ha, excellent!
[And he would commend you for your duty to all of Luceti for that. Lord, he'd only been there for a few weeks and he's already had to dish out random physical abuse
granted, it was mainly when Vash was mocking him, but aaaah, we'll get to the more endearing abuse later, he's sure.]That's still mind-boggling to me—I mean, I saw him the day before I got here.
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Do tell what he did to make you kick him in the face?
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[And nearly set the poor guy aflame]
But then, he got me drunk at the bar a few days after, so I'd say the shithead and I are even.
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[A laugh.]
Though I paid him back a few times, so the bastard damn better call it even.
[It was kind of weird, because when he thought of all that time he'd spent running around after the idiot, it wasn't even like he had been hired to help him. Mainly because he'd been so preoccupied with what was actually attacking them.
He holds up his glass, peering through it distantly.]
Robotic spiders, a giant mansion of bandits, sandworms, and then some—yeeep, I guess I could say hanging around him was eventful.
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Doesn't surprise me. Not that he talks about his adventures much. [Stated on an exhale of smoke, and he says it like the other might understand]
Eight months of being stuck around the guy and sometimes it's like I barely know him.
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And even though he knew so much through his work alone, he's glad he's aware of shit. Because Vash wouldn't have told him anything on any whim, even if he'd head-locked him for answers.
...Which is to get to a certain point: some things aren't meant to be said yet. And even then, Vash would rather wait a millennium than tell friends he deeply cared for his mistakes and burdens.
That's this man's opinion, anyway.]
Vash has layers of well-intentioned trust, all complicated and equally aggravating. Talking about anything with him is pulling teeth. Not to mention, he likes to downplay anything he feels, as if he can't even be honest about something as simple as feeling upset or confused.
[Exhale.]
I have no right to tell you anything—any of those things that would give you any satisfaction, anyway. All I can tell you is Luceti and the people inside of it mean a lot to him. I've seen through a lot of faked shit, but that happiness for just existing here is at least entirely genuine.
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[It's not sure what Wolfwood thinks, but there are issues he wants perfectly clear. Half the reason Sanji knows nothing is because he never pushed.]
And... I know. [A corner of his mouth lifts up while he slips back into thought] That's one thing I can pick up on - when he's happy. If that shithead Legato wasn't around... [Eh. He waves that issue over like a trail of smoke, because Legato is around and there's no point wishing for things that won't change yet
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[It was good to hear, really. That people were so cautious around Vash, for the own man's sake. The guy's past really was something, after all.
He goes to put out his near-dead cigarette and hesitates for a moment, shoulders stiffening at the mention of Legato's name. And calmly continues putting out his cigarette after that very short beat of thought.]
Legato is almost impossible to detain. Needle noggin would like to think he can bargain or shift the man's beliefs, but...
[He leans back on his seat, frowning down.]
That was one monster you can't change. So all we can do is learn how to keep him 'caged'.
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Is this monster still made of flesh?
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Namely to Vash—I would be lying if I said that wasn't his mission in his so-called 'worthless' human life. Which is why you and anyone Vash knows is in danger. Though I'm sure Vash hasn't been subtle about this point.
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And I'm not saying Legato's not dangerous, but- [he leans back, against the counter] - he's gonna find out this place holds all kinds. Many of which he can't control. If he starts anything, the entire town will be on him.
The real question is how many casualties he'll take with him.
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He can even kill people without them knowing he was their murderer.
[A pause.]
Your best bet... is finding the ones he can't control. And hope that he doesn't use the people he can control against them.
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What a shitty mess. He's pouring himself another drink] Want anything else?
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Got anything stronger than this?
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I've got plenty. All depends on how much you wanna remember of tonight.
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Ha, but I've got to at least try your worst.
[And the obligatory motion for a handshake.]
Th'name's Wolfwood, by the way. But you probably already know that.
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