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. >:( ]
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[Action] S'okay Wolfwood we'll have your post back to you in a minute 8Db
[Action] Yep! Just a little compromise is in order >>
[He stares at her for several moments, considering. She shouldn't be walking anywhere, but having her long couldn't hurt.]
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You're not walking. [And he leans down, motioning her to climb onto his shoulder.]
[Action] What? But I was looking forward to screaming matches! D8
Sure thing. [Climb climb settle.] All set.
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[Wolfwood will be busy sitting on the couch—there's a giant cross-shaped gun with a black jacket hanging off it in the corner, leaving him in his white collared shirt that's got blood from him and the other guy stained into it.
He opens one drowsy eye when you get in. And smiles faintly.]
Wow... you're a lot bigger than the guide makes you look.
[Action]
Take their blood pressure and find a workable vein. [He starts taking small poles out of the box and twisting them together, giving a slight smirk that's probably meant to indicate a sense of humor.] You should probably start with Vash, since he looks closer to being dead! Neither of you are allergic to iodine, right?
[Action]
--huh. That's a new look. On the other hand, tied up natural disasters are much safer. She'll take her coat off and sit on the edge of the bed, pulling Vash's sleeve up so she can get to the arm. Don't mind her, doing nurse stuff. :|b ...well, she can manage blood pressure and IVs, at least.]
[Action] 1/2
He felt safe, comfortable, relaxed and... someone was touching him!]
[Action] 2/3 Evil Vash lies in his comment spam
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Re: [Action] So so evil. 1/2
Nah, neither of us are. I think.
[Like he knows what that needle noggin'd idiot is allergic to—]
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THUD]
Oh, goddammit!
[He hops to his feet, entirely uncoordinated on them at first, and yanks a holster with a gun in it from the counter as he goes toward Vash's room. Nami, please kick his ass if he's trying to be a douche.
Good thing he tied his ankle to the bedpost. 8|]
[Action] But normal Vash also lies HOW DO WE TELL THE DIFFERENCE D8
Shush.
[Sorry, Mr The Stampede, your nurse comes loaded for bear today. D'you feel that cold metal poking against your ribs? No? Well, you will in a second. Have a nice, bright flare of painful electricity being delivered at close quarters. |Db]
[Action] One has a thin mustache he twirls~ 1/2
Vash screams as damn that hurts!]
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[Excellent.]
[Chopper gives an approving nod before screwing the last pole into place and setting a blood pack into the top section's hook. He tugs it over to the two, brandishing the IV line.] We're about to find out!
[And without further ado he pushes the needle into a vein bulging on Vash's arm and tapes it down. He inspects his work, then flashes a smile over at Wolfwood.] You'll cooperate better, right?
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Geez, he's awful at being unconscious.
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The preacher gives Nami a look that screams 'please tell me this little guy isn't going to secretly kill me'.]
[Action]
...though after she straightens Vash up to a more comfortable position, she does qualify.] Chopper's an excellent doctor. You're in good hands.
[...slightly better? >>]
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[- when he suddenly freezes at Nami's comment.]
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[Except he totally is.]
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