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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Well, everyone knew what it was in definition's terms. Before we lived on that planet, we did have another world called Earth—had fish and oceans and rain. But I guess it got pretty banged up, one way or another, because we left it and never went back.

...Though... We all didn't exactly choose this new planet to get stranded on, but you make due with what you're given.

Sounds like you're a bunch of survivors, then.

...There's a lot of people that come from Earth in Luceti, you know? [Sounding thoughtful. She's an uncomplicated sea-dweller - the idea that people could actually leave a world in the first place is a mind-boggling one, let alone being able to do enough damage to it that leaving is necessary.] But I think it's a lot of different versions. Some people obviously come from a place that's still alive and well, and others come from one that's poisonous to live on.

...there's maps in the library, if you're curious. It's mostly ocean. [Going from that to nothing but desert sounds like a huge culture shock, really.]

[He looks thoughtful for a moment...]

Maps, huh?

Maybe. Things from the world's past aren't really something I've put a lot of thought into. In fact, most people on that old desert planet don't care to look back any further than they need to.

...After all, most people end up lingering on their own short histories.

True enough. I guess in some things, there's no point in looking back at what was, anyway.

How do you go living out in the desert? Is there a lot of water to be found beneath the surface?

Iiit's pretty deep under there—takes a lot of well-work and even then it's harder to get by in the tiny towns. But at least there is something under there for us to go for.

Other than that, living in a desert... well, lots of sweating and mirages and nasty cacti to munch on if you're stranded. And the amount of bandits without any real laws to abide by? It's definitely a challenge.

I'm surprised at how many nice people are actually around there, all things considered.

Probably just as well you do have nice people there somewhere. Vash doesn't strike me as the type to manage too well if there aren't.

Well, I would say 1 out of every 20 people with guns there are anything good, honest people. The rest of them? Not so much. [He sighs.] I've been to places where you can't grab a handful of sand without collecting a bullet shell or two.

But Vash is pretty determined to make it a happier place, without killing. He's got a lot of faith for a place like our home.

Heh.

How much luck is he having?

Aaa, well, I don't really know. We went separate ways... a little while before? I guess it's that. Time's different for both of us, and all that.

[His last memory of Vash... was mourning for the life of a man he couldn't save. He shakes his head.]

Luck isn't my thing. I don't much believe in it when it comes to changing something as big as a world.

[Grin.] Worlds don't often want to be changed anyway, I'd guess. It's gotta be hard for him, sticking to his views in a place like that.

Edited 2010-10-06 05:50 (UTC)

[A grin right back.]

He's the most persistent bastard I know. I have faith.

...

Ah, sorry—you were working when I fell in, right? I should probably go before I take up too much of your time.

Probably an idea. Hopefully you're the only person to land on my table this afternoon.

Hopefully. It was nice to meet you—

[He extends a hand for a shake, though he draws it back for a moment.]

If you're from a handshaking type of place, that is. Some people here are more for bowing, I've noticed.

We have both. It depends how you're raised or the region you come from. [And Nami is most distinctly not the bowing type, so she'll hold her hand out with a grin.] Nice to meet you, too. I'm guessing I'll see you again.

[Wolfwood clasps her hand and shakes it. For a pirate, her hands are far less calloused than his... But then again, his world's 'pirates' weren't pretty young women. ~~Things should clearly change on his planet. :3c~~]

I'll see you around, definitely.

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