notabluesbro | 10th Confession [Voice/Action][Afternoon of Dec. 4th]

[Heeey, Luceti. So Vash decided to try being like his brother today by deciding he wanted to kill the humans— just a few hours ago, in fact, in which Wolfwood nearly choked to death on his coffee and went out to find the idiot. What ended up happening was a wonderful little ~~conversation~~ fight that ended with gunfire, a tree toppling over, and a flash of light within the forest bright enough to alert anyone near that lake or forested area. Regardless, Wolfwood's counting his blessings: he's not dead, Vash isn't dead, and most importantly, there's still a completely unharmed, whole village.

~~but oh god Moro is going to bite his face off~~

Folks, he's damn happy to know that, despite a little environmental damage (I am so sorry, tree), everyone's safe. But there is the problem of Vash being an ass to the people he cares about. And the fact that he threatened to kill them. And the fact that he flapped his gums and told a lot of people a lot of things he'd never want them to know. So there's a voice coming over the journal, a little winded:]

[VOICE//Filtered from Vash, in case he tries to look back on this >.>;;]

All right, Luceti. If you spoke to that guy Vash lately—y'know, tall, blond hair, giant red trench-coat—I just want you to know he was affected by this damn experiment, and that none of the crap he said was him. I think a good amount of you figured as much, but for the people who don't: he was changed. And if I know that needle noggin'd moron, he's going to change back pretty soon, and then beat the shit out of himself internally for saying the things he said.

[He huffs, a short, winded huff. Smoking a cigarette, because honestly, this was a wonderful time to be smoking.]

... Seems like a lot of the people get screwed over by these Malnosso jerks. But the best we can do is try and not give them the satisfaction of disrupting our day-to-day life mentally... Ha, easier said than done, right? But it looks like a lot of people are slowly getting back to normal.

That's good.

[a pause, and then casually spoken:]

With all that outta' the way, it's all dealt with, so don't worry about any of the threats he made. He's not about to follow through on any of those any time soon.

[Another huff, as he inwardly winces.]

By the way, if there's any good healers out there, give me a ring, huh?

[Geez, Luceti is feelin' the hurt today. :(]

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[For anyone who was keeping an eye out for Vash or going off to see if he was up to something, you can find him. Er, sort of. Wolfwood'll be walking down the trail of the western lake, taking the less people-infected routes—unconscious Vash on one shoulder, tied up by the cloth that should be around the cross-gun he's holding in the other hand. He's ruffled, bloody, and looks like he's wanting to light something on fire. But don't worry, he's cool.

He's on his way back to the apartments, so this poor priest can do a little whiskey-drinking before he digs that bullet out of his right shoulder. >:( ]

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Well, I'm not exactly a veteran here myself—only been around since August, though I guess that'd seem like a while, to some of the newer guys.

[He watches, entirely interested in this process. The side of Vash's head might be a little battered, if you'd kindly notice to fix that later. >.>;;

Hey, he had to knock him out somehow, right?]

If you're relatively knew, does that mean you already had the ability to heal then?

He is? I'm glad. Can I ask something? It may seem weird, though...

Mn? What's up? [Pffft, who needs medical attention. A question from a young lady is a little more important!]

[She would offer, but he already has two up in the air.]

Did his prosthetic arm get damaged? [This may seem insensitive, but Winry is looking to see if she has an excuse to see Vash when he's feeling better.]

[Ahaha...ha]

Actually, yeah, it did. I don't think it's entirely functional, too.

[Okay, Winry. Save your rage. You'll have enough time to scream at Vash. Yeah.]

Right, thank you. Tell Vash to make sure he schedules another appointment with his mechanic when he recovers.

Mechanic? Wow, you never struck me as the type. Then again, most of the mechanics in my world were grubby and old.

I could be where you are quickly enough if you tell me where that is. [May as well try to not give Wolfwood a heart attack, that and it's been some time since she's seen Vash, so may as well get the location.]

Community Building 4, room 12. Not too far away, I hope...

... He's the one who was talking about killing everyone? [He's never actually seen Vash, just talked to him.]

That's right. A few weeks back, the Malnosso hit him with this little experiment and turned him into a completely different person. He'll be back to his normal self in a while, I think.

I'll be there shortly.

[And a few moments later, Wolfwood will hear a knock on the door. Must not have been too far off, right? But strangely, he wouldn't have heard any other doors opening.]

[A muffled "Doors open". He's currently in the bathroom, leaned over the full sink clouded up with red water. The little bullet that was in his shoulder is near the capped drain, alongside a knife and a few hanging dressings.

Don't worry, Vash is in his bed ~~tied up~~. You might notice him on the way in.]

You're the healer?

[He manages a friendly look, though he's seen better days.]

I didn't get your name, sorry.

Good. I like 'im better the other way. Even if he was annoying.

[And she'll come in. She only did knock out of politeness and more because she couldn't quite teleport into an unfamiliar residence as easily as she could the hallway.

But she's going to try and smile and be friendly and all, as much as she can be since she does tend towards being cold.]

Yes, I'm the healer. My name is Iris. Are you the one needing healing then?

It's a family business. Though I guess Ed would consider a lot of people in Rush Valley to be that; grubby and old.

[Aha! So it wasn't his name, just like she thought! The guy had called him Vash... This requires some investigating! After she makes sure that these two get somewhere safe as she clasps her hands together.]

So this happens a lot? [Hey if you hear a soft hum from her or feel some warm relief of pain, that would be her trying to heal him.]

Be sure that you do; can't have him acting like one of us, after all.

August is it? That seems like a long time. What is it now? December?

Yes, I could heal prior to my arrival. At first I couldn't use my powers that well, but I have since adapted to the change.

[No worries, Iris—as long as you're there to help him out, that's all the friendliness this guy needs. After all, he's been around some real assholes; your coldness probably isn't too bad.

He relaxes back against the wall, nodding and shrugging away the collar at his collarbone. The wound itself is just under the bone, small and slowing in blood flow.]

That's right. Got into a bit of a scuffle, anyway.

~~['Scuffle' is entirely appropriate and not understated! Right? 8|]~~

[Wolfwood manages a tired laugh.]

That just about what I said.

Hope the experiment Vash didn't bother you too much. I'm sure he'll give you an earful of an apology, regardless of how much he even said.

[D'aaaw, why thank you, little girl, though if you feel some resistance against that healing, it might be because he still has a hunk of metal he needs to knife out of his shoulder.

But he feels a little stronger, carrying all that weight.]

Not as much nowadays, no. I think he's starting to settle down a little.

[He grins.]

He's pretty clumsy, not to mention.

[No worries there, amigo! Wolfwood picked out bullets from that idiot, too. Won't be too much of a burden to fix up like the usual guy.]

That's right—December just started up.

[He closes his eyes, resting against the tree. Had to recollect himself, while he was a little lower on blood an usual.]

Mind if I ask what your world was like?

[Smalltalk: Wolfwood likes it. It just seems to make things easier.]

[If anything, it might be a bit refreshing because she's also horribly blunt, but overall has a good heart.

And that wound doesn't bother her, but then she's seen much worse. Had much worse too.]

Well, at least it can be dealt with.

[She places her hands around a necklace that she is wearing. It's not really the source of her powers, but she is healing a human and it is always good to keep up the act that her powers were granted and not her own. A light will shine and Wolfwood's wound should feel much better, if not be fully healed.]

[ooc: Up to you on how much he's healed. Iris is a damn good healer and can indeed bring back the dead.]

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