Nicholas D. Wolfwood (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
notabluesbro) wrote2010-12-04 12:13 am
notabluesbro) wrote2010-12-04 12:13 am
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. :(]
[ACTION]
[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. >:( ]
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. :(]
[ACTION]
[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. >:( ]
[Action]
Another two or three months of this cold weather is ahead of us.
There was an co-existence between humans and demons for a long time. Then some dark energy manifested the demons, and they became hasty, violent. I'm not sure how it happened exactly, but it's linked to the attempt to revive the Demon King Gyumaoh. Since then many villages have been pillaged, attacked, and raided.
Many humans no longer trust demons, though demons aren't fully to blame because of that manifestation. Most are savage and hungry for flesh. Only a few have retained their conscious mind. I was on my way to India with my comrades in an attempt to stop the resurrection of the demon king. Because of that I fought a lot in my world to survive or stop those who got in our way...is your world any different?
Re: [Action]
...Well, our demons are metaphorical. People, really.
This guy here and my planet is nothing but desert—always hot, no water above ground, little to live on. It's made the people there harden there hearts over the years of survival. Eventually, there were just too many bandits and assholes to keep track of.
[He winces, shifting his arm to retrieve a cigarette.]
But fighting? Fighting is something I'm pretty damn used to. I've been shot at more than I can count—it's really all a lot of people can do, to survive.
[Action]
Survival can become pretty difficult at times, but it's possible.
You look mighty well for someone who's been shot at a lot.
Re: [Action]
[Vash's bare arm might tell a different story for the unconscious man, considering he's scarred neck-to-toe.]
You just have to be good on your feet and figure out what your enemy will do before its vice-versa.
[Action]
That technique is very useful, I've won a lot of fights because of it.
Re: [Action]
If I may ask.
[Action]
Re: [Action]
You don't say. Must be tough to make money, then.
[Action]
Oh, no. We aren't freelances or mercenaries. Sanzo usually handles the finances.
I take you were into making money before you came here?
Re: [Action]
[SURPRISE for you, Hakkai, that arm you're motioning to is actually a prosthetic. |D
There's amusement in his voice as he smokes.]
Oh, don't mind that one—it's more in need of a mechanic than a healer.
[Action]
I advise you tell him to rest when he regains consciousness. If he moves around too much, he might reopen his wounds.
Re: [Action]
[He moves to stand, dragging the giant metal gun back under his arm with some effort—usually none, but he was growing tired.]
Thanks a million, padre. And don't worry, I'll make sure he stays still for the first few days.
[Action]
Re: [Action]
[All talk, considering what happened prior to Luceti, but it was still partly true. After all, he survived for a good while after being shot multiple times in the gut. Not a bad feat, but any means, for a normal human man.]
[Action]
Be safe, Wolfwood.
Re: [Action]
[Said relaxed, almost rested.]
And watch out for any of Luceti's usual brands of bullcrap.