notabluesbro | 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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['Sup buddy. Finally coming home? ~~Well, guess who's still in the tree you left him in? His poor sandwich has probably spoiled by now!~~ Never mind! Jack was kind enough to save him! Oh! And his head stopped bleeding. He'll be sitting at the table, ice pack on his pounding head, devouring a bag of donuts when you come home. Shut up. He needed them.]

Edited 2010-09-25 01:51 (UTC)

[Hey, I'm back. Don't worry, he's not teleporting in, just calmly walking through the front door, looking quite frazzled. Yuber's a jerk, the forest hates him, and the Malnosso are specifically out to get him, he thinks.]

Oh, you're out of the tree.

[He didn't bother looking in the tree, come on. B|]

Decided to come home did you? [Eying you around that ice pack. He does not like those ripped clothes.] You alright?

[Wolfwood handwaves the question ~~like a bawss~~.]

Nothing serious, just a few scratches and scrapes.

I've been meeting quite a few colorful people today, at any rate. Also learned how it feels to not swim... Maybe swimming lessons are in order.

[Winces in sympathy for you.] The lake? Lucky you didn't drown.

[Eeeh, the sword marks in his jacket were going to be a bitch to sew up, and he figures he's out one perfectly good coat, but... meeeh, he grins. Despite such a frighteningly cruel day, he isn't too worked up about it. After all—he had plenty of warning about what Luceti does.]

Well, I was lucky enough to get rescued by a pretty fish girl.

[And some mossy-headed guy, but eeeeh... he's not pretty or a girl.]

And I kinda' ruined your friend Jack's tent completely.

[If you're not making a big deal over the cuts, Vash isn't going to comment. You're a big boy after all. Don't think he's not watching to see if you wince or show signs that it might be more serious.] Fish... girl? OH! Did she talk?

That's okay, I gave him a pair of your shoes.

[Sanji fixed them up just fine. BI]

Nah, she couldn't talk. Her name was Razette—had to write her name in the dirt with her finger.

[ALSO EYEBROW RAISE AT THAT. But he seems cool about it.]

Well, it's only fair. I did kind of ruin his hat. You met him again?

[WATCHING YOU ANYWAY!]

I know Razette! She's really nice, good thing she was there for you.

[Hey your a priest! You give to the needy don't you!]

Yeah, he's the one who got me out of the tree.

[Uuuh-huh, because you could tell so well the last time I was horribly wounded. :|]

He actually got you out of that tree? He's even nicer than I thought he was.

[An evil cackle~]

In fact, he's even more priestly than I am! I was just going to let the birds peck at you~

[I TOLD you! There was a donut shop! So I couldn't follow that trail of blood and possibly apply life saving first aid while you were monologuing for so long!]

Wolfwood... just about everyone is more priestly than you.

[This is why I need a new best friend.]

Oh, say it isn't so! Me, poor at my job? I never knew!

What a shock.

[Stands and dumps the ice pack into the sink. It's mostly water now anyway, but he grabs a bottle of whiskey and two glasses to replace it.] Drink?

Yes, please.

[He reaches out for one of the glasses with his good arm.]

I, ah, fought that Yuber guy you mentioned earlier.

[He's quiet as he pours the drinks and sits back down. Yes, he pours two drinks, so no, he wasn't a jerk and didn't spike it.]

So I take it you were one of the people he was complaining about over the journals. I'm glad you're alright.

[Wolfwood glances at the man's expression, then takes a sip. Just a sip, for now.]

I was teleported out of the fight after a minute or two.

[a little more to drink]

He's fast. Definitely a difficult guy to work with.

Not only fast, he cheats. He can teleport himself or others at will. I actually thought this was all his doing at first.

Yeah, he tried his little teleporting trick on me. It's a good thing you warned me about it, or else I might not have at least knew he could do it to begin with.

He's a little pissy about the whole ordeal, too.

I saw. I hope he hasn't hurt anyone else.

I'm sure everyone's relatively fine, but you can always ask later on the journal.

But it sounds like this experiment's been relatively calm, which isn't so bad, right?

It was better than some. There was one that let people read each other's thoughts. That was really frustrating too. [Takes a nice, long drink.]

Read eachother's thoughts...

[He can't help but find that horrifying.]

Well, it's good to know I missed that.

Any other terrible events I've been lucky to miss?

Hm, well, there was that time where the first person you talked to you fell in love with.

...

Good God, that's horrible.

Yeah, didn't help that the square was full of these flowers that if you gave them to someone you were compelled to kiss them either.

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