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

[Action]

[blackenedchaos.livejournal.com]

[Go figure, of all the days Yuber decides to go enjoy some time away from the idiot humans in the desert, the Malnosso decide it would be a great idea to bring the humans to him.

Yeah, he notices that hand popping up from the sand. Just a shame Wolfwood won't be noticing a sword coming towards that hand rather soon.

Hopefully the priest can get himself out before his hand is stabbed?]

Re: [Action] so it begins. :3c

[notabluesbro]

[Oh, out pops a head, just in time to see a sword coming down at him—and he does a cute little swat at the ground, and in return out pops the Punisher, deflecting the tip of the blade from him!]

The hell is your problem?!

[SCRAMBLING OUT OF THE SAND WITH IT AND HACKING UP A SANDY LUNG~]

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

[Just after settling the dispute of the tent that had been crushed by a humanoid typhoon, a cross then streaks out of the sky and onto the remnants of the tent...and the samurai's hat. At this, the samurai just looks on in abstract horror, one eyebrow twitching at the turn of events. Is some higher power after him? Did he anger a god somewhere along the line?]

[Action] Of course, it had to be done...

[blackenedchaos.livejournal.com]

[And the demon grins when he sees a weapon come out. Well, if his time in the desert was to be intruded upon by humans, he may as well enjoy some bloodshed.]

You are in my territory, so that means that your blood is mine to shed now.

[And now Yuber will indeed be attacking with both of his swords now.]

[notabluesbro]

[Funny, Jack, Wolfwood was wondering those very questions as he comes snapping through tree branches, landing right on top of where his cross had fallen. He just winces and... lays there, in defeat. Oh Lord, did he do something particularly bastardish today? Is this for hitting Vash in the head with a rock? He really didn't mean to...]

Re: [Action] Well, Wolfwood's luck, man... 1/2

[notabluesbro]

In your—

[Oh, the eyes: this must've been that guy. That Yuber prick. Wolfwood brings up the wrapped cross sideways, grunting though he moves fluidly and swift with such a heavy weapon, blocking and back-stepping rather clumsily.

But at least he knew how to fight in sand...]

Re: [Action]

[notabluesbro]

[Huff. >:T]

How about you just back off and let me leave? It's not like I meant to come here.

[His hand creeps over the belt on the wrappings, but he doesn't do anything yet. Maybe he won't have to fight... Prooobably will, though. :(]

[Action]

[blackenedchaos.livejournal.com]

How about I just kill you now and you can wait a week to return to the village? [Totally not stopping with those two swords. Yuber is indeed quite fast, despite how long the two weapons are so it will indeed take some quick movement to get out of the way of both.]

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

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

[goldenglasses]

['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.]

Re: [Action]

[notabluesbro]

[Hnnngh shit shit shit—

The skimming of a blade across his shoulder brought the reality of the situation right up in his face; this guy was really damn fast, and he shouldn't be too surprised—he was a 'demon', after all. But if he didn't do something quick, he knew his shoulder wasn't the only place the sword'd bloodily skip across.

The preacherman turned his crucifix and, fingers under the wrappings, pulled the trigger for the machine gun. Expect a spray of bullets to emerge from the end, a sharp movement of carefully focused panic.]

1/2

[notabluesbro]

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

I'm just fine, what a miracle.

[notabluesbro]

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

Oh man, really sorry about that...

Uh, maybe... we can fix it?

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

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

[notabluesbro]

The man in red?

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

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

[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.

[notabluesbro]

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.

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

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.]

[notabluesbro]

[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.]

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

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

[Action]

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki is just enjoying some peaceful alone time in his bedroom. Sitting on the couch in there and writing in a journal--not the journal, another one--feet kicked up on the table. Ah. It's so nice and quiet.

Just another day. There's definitely not going to be any priests randomly appearing out of thin air, right? And definitely not going to be falling on his bed/table/floor/on him, right? ...no?]

/holds place

[sniperkingftw.livejournal.com]

[ Things have been loud, but Usopp hasn't really been hit by a random teleportation so far; in fact, as he crosses one of Luceti's many bridges, he's juuuuuust starting to wonder if he's getting off lucky this time.

Usopp will take option 4 for 500, Alex. Ever see a Longnose flattened like a pancake? :Db

...he should have expected something like this, really. ]

[notabluesbro]

[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.

Re: [Action]

[notabluesbro]

[HOLY CRAAAAA—

And with a surprised noise and a crash, your table is probably ruined by the combined weight of almost 400 or so pounds of rushing weight. :I

A priest is laid out in whatever wreckage there may be, with a giant... very hefty cross laying across him.]

/HOW DARE YOU HOLD A PLACE SO GREEDY

[notabluesbro]

[Oh, that's wonderful, Usopp deary. But if he manages to start recovering, another heavy weight'll be dropping down toward him soon after: a preacherman, who is by this point in time really sick of traveling in the blink of an eye.]