Nicholas D. Wolfwood (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
notabluesbro) wrote2010-11-11 01:22 am
notabluesbro) wrote2010-11-11 01:22 am
8th Confession [Voice/Action]
[Morning ritual: sit up groggily, smoke a cigarette, kick stupid cat back out of bed after the umpteenth time. Fortunately, he'd managed to not want to pop Vash's head off his shoulders today, so he takes this as a good sign. And after he manages to regain his thoughts and get some breakfast in him, he cracks open his journal to see what's what.]
[[Filtered from Legato//100% Unhackable by Namisee Vash he said he was working on it |D ]]
So there's a shitload of new people... Hard to think I've been here this long, but you veterans probably snicker at a few measly months, right? [The sound of smoke leaving him, and it's obvious now he's been at the same usual bad habit.] Good to see these new guys got to miss the crappier part of this place, at least.
[And a charmingly added:]
It's not so bad when you get used to it, promise.
[Wolfwood really didn't find too much eventful this fine morning—it was a little chilly out, so he coiled himself in a black scarf, but... it was strangely relaxed today. It's something he feels ill-prepared for, even. Along his route of wandering, the preacher-man happened into the item shop on an interesting day; he'd spent so much time referring to the dangers of his world, he didn't consider that the neutral or even... nice things would snake their way into Luceti.
As such, he found a small weathered chest the that he could carry under one arm—a familiar one.
He drags it out, sits on a bench, and inspects it... and the first thing he happens across is a picture. He's not sure whether to burn it or laugh, so he just looks at it for a moment, noting the withered edges and shitty weathering. What a blast from the past. Like looking into the face of time.
He can be found here by whoever wants to be a creeper, or on his way back home with his cross on one shoulder and this small chest on the other. Clearly, he works out. But alas! Something slips out of the back of the chest without him noticing and floats quietly down to the ground.]
[[Filtered from Legato//100% Unhackable by Nami
So there's a shitload of new people... Hard to think I've been here this long, but you veterans probably snicker at a few measly months, right? [The sound of smoke leaving him, and it's obvious now he's been at the same usual bad habit.] Good to see these new guys got to miss the crappier part of this place, at least.
[And a charmingly added:]
It's not so bad when you get used to it, promise.
[Wolfwood really didn't find too much eventful this fine morning—it was a little chilly out, so he coiled himself in a black scarf, but... it was strangely relaxed today. It's something he feels ill-prepared for, even. Along his route of wandering, the preacher-man happened into the item shop on an interesting day; he'd spent so much time referring to the dangers of his world, he didn't consider that the neutral or even... nice things would snake their way into Luceti.
As such, he found a small weathered chest the that he could carry under one arm—a familiar one.
He drags it out, sits on a bench, and inspects it... and the first thing he happens across is a picture. He's not sure whether to burn it or laugh, so he just looks at it for a moment, noting the withered edges and shitty weathering. What a blast from the past. Like looking into the face of time.
He can be found here by whoever wants to be a creeper, or on his way back home with his cross on one shoulder and this small chest on the other. Clearly, he works out. But alas! Something slips out of the back of the chest without him noticing and floats quietly down to the ground.]
[Action]
Don't kick the cat!
Re: [Action]
[A lie, but he thought the usual 'it was clawing my leg off' and the 'it was in my bed' excuses weren't as fresh anymore. Give him a minute to stumble out of his room, dressed minus the black jacket. He even has a holster hanging off his shoulder. |Db
Oh, and lest we forget—the lovely curling smell of smoke.]
Ugh, it's early. I should just fling myself back into bed.
[Action]
[Vash hasn't bothered to get dressed yet. He's already done his morning warm up and really, he probably shouldn't eat those eggs off the floor with a cat running around, but it would be such a waste otherwise! His hair is still a mess and he's dressed in just a pair of sweat pants and a long sleeved shirt. He'll be standing in front of the stove, poking at that egg like it will make it cook faster.]
There's some coffee over there you big baby. [Poke. Poke. Cook faster damn it. It's so cloooooose. Oh! But at least the toast just popped!]
Re: [Action]
And he speaks through the pieces of toast in his mouth-]
I think we all agreed you're the big baby here.
[Action]
Re: [Action]
Mmf anmur, suree.
[Translation:
sucks to be youNot anymore, sorry.And after a minute, teasingly—]
Those eggs for me~?
[Action]
Re: [Action]
Ahh, then I might as well put them over that toast, right? You'll just have to kindly offer your friend those—
[Dramatic serious voice is a-go:]
It's the right thing to do.
[Action] 1/2
[Action] 2/2
Re: [Action]
Geez, what's with the tone? You should loosen up, remember how nice today is! The birds are chirping, the sun is out—love and peace, right~?
[Action]
Of course... Vash isn't that much of a fool. The moment you move towards those eggs there may be a spatula flying at you with deadly aim.]
Re: [Action]
Doo doo doop, time to start the day~]
[Action] Am I going to end ALL our threads with this icon? XD