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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Aaaah, I see. So you just sing, right? What a beautiful way of talking!

But how do I learn the name of my helper?

~~[You saved his life, he is eternally grateful]~~

[She smiles cheerfully at that and, upon hearing the question, she starts looking around, trying to find anything to write with.]

[Ah, he sees what she's going for, but he doesn't have a journal on him anyway, so... He shows her with one finger that marking the dirt is a pretty good way of writing.

W O L F W O O D]

My name's Wolfwood—how about about yours?

[That's an idea! She does the same, tracing it with her finger.

R A Z E T T E]

Razette... what a lovely name you have! Do you live in this lake?

[She nods cheerfully at that, then points to him. Where are you from?]

Me? I'm from the village over there—just arrived about a month ago! You've been here a long time?

[She nods quickly, though stops, then shakes her head, then stops again. Uh... This is so hard to explain sometimes.]

[Hmm... he itches his chin.]

It's difficult to describe things.

[Wolfwood shan't give up!]

Can you show were you're from? Before Luceti, I mean.

[She crosses her arms in front of her, left arm horizontally and right arm vertically, though her left arm was a little higher up to indicate a cross. She's from the church.]

... Medic?... cross?

Cross?

You're from the church?

[She nods at that, yes she is!]

Oooh, I see! I'm from a church, too—I'm a priest.

[Her ears immediately perk up at that, and she lets out a series of cheerful sounds. Really?]

[He chuckles.]

A good thing, then, huh? You liked the church a lot?

[She nods quickly, before changing her face to Castor's (see icon). He's from the church too! And a priest.]

[Wolfwood leans back a little in surprise. Whoa, didn't see that coming! He smiles and collects himself.]

I got it! So that's someone from the church, right? A good friend of yours?

[She nods, then points to him. Just like you! A priest.]

That makes sense... He must be a pretty nice guy, for you to like him so much.

[She places a hand to her heart, nodding. He's really special to her.]

...He's still at home, huh?

[Her ears droop slightly at that, and she nods.]

[He smiles, and leans in.]

Between you and me, I have someone who I'm waiting for, too. We can wait together to see them, right?

[Her ears perk up at that curiously. Really?]

[He nods.]

Yep! She's a real ditsy girl, and she can be a little overwhelming sometimes, but she has a really big heart and wonderful way about her. I think you'd like her a lot—most everyone does.