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

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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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[a smirk]

I like the sound of that. Bring rope just in case.

I just need a stick, rope, and box trap for the kitchen, and that'd do it.

[His shoulders sag a little, all joking aside.]

Of course, I'll need to wait for Nami and your doc to get here before then.

They're on their way? [Heh, of course.]

Good, they'll take care of him. [arches a brow]

You ever met Chopper before?

Well, I talked to him a minute before they left to get here...

[An unsure pause.]

...What, uh... species is he?

Reindeer.

But he ate the human-human devil fruit. So he can change his form at will.

[No clue what a reindeer is, but he'll take your word for it.]

Devil fruit? Never heard of that before...

Uh. By the way.

Do you remember... something about snowballs... maybe?

Long story short, it's magic. [Hey, close enough!]

Snowballs? [He's gotta pick his brain for a second, but someone completely remembers every detail that happened]

Oh, if you mean when Katara-chan and you nearly pummeled me to the shitty ground, I remember something like it.

Did I, now? ...You remember that?

[Ahahaha... >.>;;]

Well, y'know how war is. No hard feelings?

[You're so lucky he looks damn amused, Wolfwood]

'Course not. Nearly everyone's a brat at that age.

Uuugh, you caught me in my nice years, don't kid yourself.

[For serious.]

...But it was a nice break in the chaos, even if I don't remember half of it.

[Honestly, the only thing he remembers about you is aiming at a curly eyebrow. 8|a]

[All Sanji remembers is he wanted to punch you. 8| ... Might be for the best they're grown-up now. >_>]

Tch. As much as I don't like the idea of our moments of reprieve being thanks to those shitheads...

[his mouth twitches upward] Luceti could use more snowball fights.

... Sounds like a good idea.

[He suddenly feels exhausted—maybe it's the week catching up with him. But there's a knock at the door that wakes him from a short-lived daze of thought.]

That's probably your guys.

I'll try stopping by the bar, if the doctor permits me.

[Mainly because he has something to ask that he'd rather ask in person.]

[Frankly]

With Chopper looking after you? Don't count on it.

[... But should you happen to sneak out anyway, he'll be in the vicinity]

I'll catch you whenever you drop by.

[Don't doubt his magic, he's been known to slip in and out of episodes like the stealthiest of ninjas. Okay, so he takes a few hour nap before even considering on leaving ~~and makes sure Vash can't get out of his predicament in the least~~.

He pokes his head into Seventh Heaven, makes sure that crazy doctor isn't visiting you or something, and goes right ahead over to the bar. He's got an IV drip still in his arm and the pole is leaning on his good shoulder, but like that matters in the affairs of drinking.

And he ~~melts into~~ takes a seat with a relieved sigh.

...See icon for face.]

[..... Wolfwood, what the shitty hell. Sanji stops mid-polish with the glass in his hand]

... If Chopper comes looking for you, you're on your own. [No way he's getting between a doctor and a patient. In fact, expect Sanji to duck into the kitchen and escape out the window]

Ahh—give me a break, man; I've been through the grinder today.

[He looks at the glass in Sanji's hand for a moment.]

Give me something weak, Mr. Bartender. I can't go getting drunk on a night like this.

[Considering how much blood he lost, he reckons he's going to be buzzed way sooner than he usually would be. So none of that strong shit.]

Too bad; and I'd saved some blue vodka just for you.

[Sanji breezes through the selection - he's getting better at this bartending thing - and picks a pretty weak whiskey look-a-like from some world that's not his. All burn without the actual bite.]

Here.

Ha—save it for a party.

[He takes the drink, and sits for a moment, thinking about how he was going to go about this; he lowers his chin faintly, finding that you'd probably prefer him to get right to what he wanted to know.]

How many things did you... hear about? From Vash?

[He's unaware that you were peeping in on that Legato journal, and it does cross his mind that people were possibly reading into that, but he doesn't bring it up.]

[Sanji figured there was more to this visit than a friendly drink. And he suspects you don't know about him checking in on your backstory, either.

For now, he'd like to keep it that way]

Heh.

[He lights a cigarette and shoots smoke at the ceiling]

He didn't tell me a shitty thing. [Not directly; Sanji always cut the conversation short.]

... How much of it is true? The Plant part?

... He didn't want anyone to know.

[That's a carefully spoken 'yes'.]

That annoys me about him, but it was still something he wanted under wraps; now that he's gone and threatened everyone and revealed so much, I'm... not entirely sure how to help it stay the way he'd want it.

[He stares tiredly at his glass.]

But... maybe this is for the best. The people here are good people. They wouldn't give a shit what anyone was, as long as they're inherently good, too.

[The chef rubs his forehead, an exasperated sigh escaping]

That idiot's gotta see sooner or later he's not giving us enough credit - like we'd care about his background.

I've friended stranger shitheads.

[He leans in on his palm, grimacing.]

I guess I can't entirely blame him... Everyone who needed or wanted cash in Gunsmoke aimed to catch him dead or alive—and they didn't even know anything about him to begin with.

...Even I'd thought about it, when I first met him. But he ended up being the worst goddamn outlaw I'd ever met.

[Snort. Sanji puts down his glass and pours himself whatever he gave to Wolfwood]

One of his many, many charms, eh?

So very charming. I almost thought he was a fake pretending to be Vash; 60,000,000 double dollars doesn't suit a guy who screams and flees at the sight of doom.

[He reaches into his pocket while he talks, pulls out a cigarette carton—]

[.....

empty.]

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