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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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...

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.

[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?

[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|]~~

[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.]

[He winces a little, but is pleasantly surprised that the injury is closing up—not much left but a little pale mark. And rotating his arm in a circle he finds it sore as hell, but entirely intact. Muscle threaded back together, shoulder blade in one piece, nothing out of order.

The wonders of magic. That would be so helpful, in his world.]

...

[whistles]

Amazing. You must really work wonders for people, a lot of the time.

[Not like she's really going to admit to the wonders she's done, since it involves things like resurrecting a man she killed.]

It is merely that I have the power to do so.

But you don't have to use it to help people—that's what makes it so special, right?

[He walks out the bathroom door, if she's either wanting to ask about the other snoozing patient or was ready to leave. Either way, he had to clean up some of the few drops of blood that had managed to meet the floor.]

What good is having a power if you never make use of it?

[And she did notice Vash, but from what she can tell he seems to be all right. Still, probably a good idea to ask about him.]

Will Vash be all right or does he also need healing?

Well I don't know, some powers might be better off staying locked up...

[Not going to say why he came to this conclusion, but he sounds pretty resolute about it.]

He should be okay—a guy named Cho Hakkai mended up his arm and face, so right now he's just out like a light. But...

[The relief on his face is evident.]

Everything's doing good. Better than I was expecting this day to go.

[After all, he was 99 percent sure he was going to die again, a while ago, with that gun to his temple... and then there was the possibility of Vash killing more people after that, killing perhaps even the whole place.]

In the right hands and the right situation even the most destructive of powers can be used well.

[Not that she knows about Vash's powers, but well, she's been in that situation before and was able to use her most destructive powers to save the lives of two who were destined to die.]

I'm glad Vash will be fine though.

[And it really does seem like she knows Vash already. Though it has been awhile since they last spoke.]

[Not too hard to tell you know him. Then again, Vash knows so many people, it's bound to be that with or without a hint.]

...Yeah.

[He turns his attention from her to Vash, mulling over a few thoughts.]

Yeah, he'll be fine. Though he'll be bitter at himself for a while.

Humans can be very forgiving. I doubt he needs to worry much about what others will think of him. He could not control his actions and I have seen far worse happen while under the control of another.

That's what me and the others'll tell him, but it might take a little longer to convince him than we'd prefer. Still, it's better than nothing, and at least no one was killed from it.

I don't even know what he did, but I can't fault him for anything he does while an experiment is going on. His actions during a time like this are not his own.

[And to be honest, she's probably topped Vash in horrible deeds, and she did them willingly.]

Everybody but him will say that. But if he has people like you, who hold no blame toward him—which seems like almost all the people he'd talked to—he'll come back down from his storm cloud soon enough.

Then obviously we all need to make sure he doesn't have a chance to stay there long.

I live over in house #2 and can be here in seconds if needed.

Thanks a lot, Iris—I really appreciate it.

[He holds out his hand for a handshake, glad for her help.]

Ah, I'm Wolfwood, by the way. I don't know how I can repay you.

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

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