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4th Confession [Action][Event]

[That icon is the face he made at first.

"You've gotta' be fucking kidding me—"

Wolfwood has been teleporting since he found Vash dangling out of a treetop, and now it just won't stop. Among his list of places he's randomly teleported:

1.) Into the lake. If you're passing by, you may notice either flailing arms (along with veeeery colorful curse words, or just... bubbles. Yeah. He really needs to learn this whole swimming business. It's so sad to realize he'd been talking about the dangers of lakes just a while ago. Don't worry, he's crossless, so it should be easier to heft him out? :|a

2.) Into your homes! Whether he's crashing onto your set-up breakfast table, falling into your bed, locked in your cabinets with the cleaning supplies, dropping through the fireplace, whichever you choose! Anything you can imagine in your places, go ahead and have him tumbling in or just randomly appearing.

3.) If you're around the desert, a hand suddenly shoots out of the sand!! Yeah, he got stuck and it sort of piled up from there. Unsurprisingly enough, he's used to this;

4.) A GIANT CROSS JUST FELL RIGHT ON TOP OF YOU. Don't worry, Mr. Priest is coming soon after.

5.) Just... walking nervously through the forest with his cross weighing him down. He's exhausted as hell, what with all this teleporting, and really just wants to go home and sleep in his bed. And hopefully not get sick.

Anything else you find suitable or interesting for him to appear, by all means go for it. :3c]

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[Jack's head turns almost completely on one side, eyebrow still twitching.] Um...are you alright?

[Very, very slowly... he sits up, wincing.]

I'm just fine, what a miracle.

[And he notices something crushed under him and his crucifix...]

Oh man, really sorry about that...

Uh, maybe... we can fix it?

Odd...that is the same thing the odd man in red suggested.

The man in red?

[Grunts as he standssssoh man, that tent is a goner.]

[Jack helps pick the man up, groaning not out of effort but from seeing the remnants of his tent.] Yes, a rather tall man in a vibrant red coat. He had hair that stood up like a porcupine's quills.

Oh... Yeah, that's definitely Vash.

[He stifles a chuckle. Porcupine quills. He'd have to invest another nickname into that.]

I'm sorry I followed his example—but something's been teleporting me all over the place lately, and I have no idea how or why.

That seems to be a common occurrence today for many people. [Jack hoped deep down that the same would not happen to him. He abhorred being teleported.]
Umm...that is your...? [Jack stares at the cross that now impaled the tent.]

[Wolfwood face-faulted at the sight of it, and nods a little before working to un-impale said tent.]

Yep, that's mine. Not surprising it came with me, since I have it everywhere I goooo— [He tugs and the large cross is a bit disobedient for a moment. But it finally comes around.]

What...is it? [Do not look at the tent, do not look at the tent...]

[He hefts it up like nothing, same ol' same ol', and grins.]

It's a tool of the trade! I happen to be a preacher. Priest. Man of the cloth. Any of those words you might be familiar with! The cross is just... a little trinket of that profession, just in case I have people in need of helping.

[A rather odd priest...perhaps it was the way of clergymen in this man's world.] Intriguing. Perhaps...introductions are in order.
[The samurai gives a bow of greeting.] You may call me Jack.

Jack... Odd name for the samurai type.

[He grins.]

Th'name's Wolfwood; nice to make your acquaintance...

Any reason you decided to take a camping trip out here?

Well, it was not a trip, rather I live here...[One of the still upright poles of the tent collapsed with a snap.]...err, well, weather as of late has made it rather difficult to maintain the upkeep. I have been journeying on my own for so long that I am more used to the outdoors than having a domicile with other people.

Oh, you're a wanderer? I can relate to that, though I was more a hotel type of guy, when it came to places to stay...

You been here long?

For a few weeks. However, I have not had to face such a strong storm and rainfall until a few nights past. I had to fight to keep my camp from washing away in a flood.

Oh man, that sounds rough. If you ever need a place to stay, even if it's just until the worst of this 'winter' thing clears up, I'm sure there are tons of rooms for you in the village.

Though I can appreciate the idea of solitude.

I will likely be searching for a domicile to take up. Perhaps after so long wandering, this is a sign for me to find some settlement in my journey.

[He looks at the mangled tent, R.I.P, and then back at Jack with a friendly grin.]

Giant crosses impaling your abodes definitely would have been a sign to me, buddy.

[Jack lets out an almost tired sigh.] It would not be the strangest thing that has occurred to me during my journey.
[Being turned into a chicken by an angry wizard, venturing into a dragon's stomach to retrieve an egg, meeting the Scotsman's family...]

Oh?

[A playful smile crosses his features.]

Well, you've gotta tell me some of your journey, since you've got me this interested. Sounds like you've had a hell of one, anyway...

Very well...[Jack waves the priest to sit by the fire, one of the few things in the encampment not entirely destroyed, flooded, crushed, or Vash'd. Taking a seat opposite Wolfwood, Jack throws several twigs onto the rather happy fire.] My arrival in Luceti is not the first time I have traveled to far different times and places. I was born in a world that was peaceful and good could be easily found, until an ancient, powerful demon of darkness and evil was released into the world. A being known as Aku. When I first fought him, before I could at last vanquish him and banish his evil presence from the land, he opened a portal using his sorcery and sent me through time itself into the far future of my world.

It was from that future world that I was brought to Luceti, but also wherein I witnessed many sights: some strange and odd, others horrifying in their scope. Others, however, filled me with awe at their splendor.

That sounds rough... [Aku, Aku... familiar name...]

But how do you plan on killing this powerful demon by yourself?

With this...[He unsheathed the sword at his side, the blade gleaming, perfectly clean and well-kept despite the slightly muddied samurai that wielded it.] A sword forged of righteousness, of a pure heart, and able to cut down and vanquish evil and darkness in its vile forms. It is this sword that Aku fears and hides from.

[Wolfwood looks at it curiously; there weren't many blade-wielding folk at Gunsmoke, and for good reason: most who tried were shot up like swiss cheese.]

Sounds like a pretty important weapon, then. Let's hope you can use it to help out with the darkness and evil around these parts, during your stay... While your little problem of a monster isn't here, there are some pretty... dangerous characters around.

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