4th Confession [Action][Event]

[notabluesbro]

[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]

Comments

[notabluesbro]

Hey, don't ask me—something's been teleporting me all over the place since this morning! I've been in trees, in the desert, in the lake... I even broke someone's table...

[He winces and stands upright, half-stumbling to look around.]

You wouldn't happen to have a first aid kit somewhere, would you?

[I have two horrible flesh wounds in need of tending to. B|]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Sanji isn't sure he believes this bullshit.

... But Wolfwood definitely didn't come from the ceiling or... anywhere, really. So maybe it's the truth. It's all shoved aside anyway when the priest requests medical assistance, and Sanji gets a good look at the damage]

Tch. Lucky for you, you dropped in the house of a doctor. [cocks a finger at the man] But Chopper might be in the clinic.

I'll take care of them.

1/2

[notabluesbro]

[Wolfwood observes the wound tract on his shoulder with a careful touch.]

You don't have to do that much. I just need a sutur—

[POOF HE'S GONE]

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[notabluesbro]

[And can you hear something on your roof? It's Wolfwood breathing fire and shouting at the Heavens in something that is akin to a run on sentence. Sanji can probably hear this muffled interpretation through the ceiling:]

You've gotta be kidding me of all the no good stupid goddamn malnosso or whoever the hell they think they are motherfffff—

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Should he, uh, just wait for you to teleport your ass back down here?

... Sigh. Grumbling threats himself, Sanji yanks off his apron, checks to make sure the food won't burn if he leaves for a second, and stomps out to find Sir Teleports-A-Lot.]

Wolfwood! Stay in one place!

[notabluesbro]

[STILL WAVING HIS ARMS ANGRILY AND SPITTING FIRE.]

I'm not trying to teleport, they've just been picking and choosing when they want to screw with me...!

[He sighs and just flops down. What a nice clean roof you have, mah boi.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Ain't it? Wonderful habitat for mushishis, too.

Sanji flips himself on the roof, not nearly as disgruntled as Wolfwood but getting there]

Well let's see if they'll keep you still enough for me to heal your shitty bruises.

[notabluesbro]

[Grumbles, because your disgruntled-ness and his disgruntled-ness is making a roof of distgruntled-ness. Except he's too tired for it to get anywhere beyond that now.

He sits and just observes the scenery, sighing and setting his cross down next to him.]

Wow, you're a real acrobat there.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Comes with the job. [Wolfwood hasn't teleported yet, so Sanji relaxes a tad - long enough to eye the damage and walk over]

By the way, what the hell happened?

[notabluesbro]

[He inspects the gash across his forearm, removing his black jacket and curling up his sleeve in the process. Definitely the swordiest of wounds. :V]

I met Yuber after the bastards threw me in the middle of the desert.

Seems like a reaaaal friendly guy...

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Did it just get cold up here? It just got cold up here; in fact, frigid.

The source of the chill looks displeased indeed.]

He must've been in a good shitty mood if this is all you got from him. [Excuse him, sir, he'll be grabbing at that wound with his right hand without your consent. Why becomes clear enough - there's a dull, blue light emitting from his hand, and the gash starts to cool and stitch itself up]

I can do a pretty good patch-up job, but you'll still wanna get it looked at or cleaned up later.

[notabluesbro]

[He nods, much obliged at the work; the response to that bit of information certainly wasn't shocking to him—Vash made the guy sound awful. He was pretty damn thankful not to be there anymore.]

I teleported again before we could have another go at each other...

[He points to the wound on his shoulder, which is considerably worse than his poor arm. Ahaha, whoops...]

You think you could help this poor bastard out, too?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Vash would, considering he died by the asshole's hand. But Sanji would rather not disclose that information without Vash's go-ahead... which is to say, he probably never will.

Also. Ow. Sanji winces]


I'll see what I can do. [Same trick, same result... almost. Sanji's no professional healer. The wound will stop aching and the skin's knitted up, but it's gonna feel sore]

[notabluesbro]

[Wolfwood carefully rotates his arm, smiling. Despite his profession, he tended to come out rather unscathed—though the bullet scars across his abdomen were an entirely different story—but he's at least used to this considerably lucky amount of abuse.]

Gee, thanks doc—feelin' better already.

[He slips his poor battered jacket back on, sighing.]

Vash's been randomly teleporting, too, I think. Which is a damn shitty problem, all things considered; found him in a tree before I started poofing around the forest.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[A laugh at the nickname] I think I prefer being called a cook.

And I found the idiot sleeping out near the edge of town - where anyone could run across him. [The implications don't need to be said]

Too bad we don't have tracking devices; or a shock collar to wake him up.

[notabluesbro]

Aaaah, we'll see if that nickname is more fitting—I've only had your liquor, after all.

[But he looks thoughtful, a calloused hand sweeping over the injury. And he hmphs a sigh.]

Of course he'd run around without or without the teleporting problem. I think he can't even help himself, at this point, the fidgety bastard.

Huh, I wonder if he's still caught up in that tree.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

You hungry? We can test if this shithole'll let you teleport on a full stomach.

... A tree? [Should he laugh or facepalm? It's a tough call]

[notabluesbro]

A damn tree. Hangin' by the coattails, snoozin'. I had to scream that Moro was about to eat him to wake him up—I should've known a rock to the head wouldn't work.

[He pauses and considers.]

Aaah, I haven't eaten since yesterday... Maybe something quick, just in case the Malnosso are being extra assholish today. You don't mind?

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[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Facepalming wins, though a laugh is quick to follow up.] Maaah, you should've told him Meryl-chan was coming to beat him for sleeping in.

Oi, I told you; I'm a cook. And I'd be a shitty one if I did mind feeding someone. [He starts walking back for the edge of the roof.]

A good thing you dropped in while I was finishing up making breakf--

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Oh dear. A chef that was there a second ago is now... absent. Apparently Wolfwood spread his bad luck.

But never fear! Luceti only tried to be helpful for once, and teleported the man back down into his kitchen.

Not very gently, mind you. Wolfwood can probably hear the crash, as well as a string of words that would make the most hardened of criminals blush]

[notabluesbro]

[And he sits and listens... and maybe, just maybe, you can hear him laughing his ass off on your roof. He'll manage to climb his lanky ass down, popping his head out into the doorway to see the damage.]

Break anything, amigo?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

You wouldn't be getting breakfast if I had. Fuckin teleportin-- Warn someone next time! [And there'd be more than profanity in the wake of the crash, too. It looks like he landed on one of the chairs (head first), turning the poor bastard into splintered wood.

Sanji give the pile a good kick out of spite before turning for the stove, where the food is still simmering in a large pot] Think you can keep from vanishing for another five minutes?

[notabluesbro]

The lack of warning part is sort of the biggest issue.

[He picks up a chair leg as he speaks. At least you didn't turn yourself into a veggie, right? >.>;]

I'll try my best as long as you do yours.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Fff, he's a shounen hero. The only way they die is through explosions.]

Sounds like a plan then, priest. [He rolls his sleeves back up and gets to work, and he wasn't kidding about the five minutes. A few spices there, some stirring here... Soon enough there's a bowl of warm soup pressed in the man's hands - hope Wolfwood likes seafood]

There ya go.

[notabluesbro]

[Man, then Wolfwood should apply for shounen hero. :U]

[And he is trying this stuff... and pausing...]

Huh. What is this, anyway?

[This is neither chicken nor cow. B|]