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. :(]
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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. >:( ]
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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[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.]
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[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.
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[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.]
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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?
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[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.
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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.
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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.
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One of his many, many charms, eh?
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[He reaches into his pocket while he talks, pulls out a cigarette carton—]
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empty.]
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Can you see his unimpressed look, Wolfwood? Can you? 8|]
You need lessons from the Broom Head when he's going through donut withdrawal.
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Awww, have a heart, Mr. Bartender! Spare this poor weary preacherman a single light, for the sake of his nerves!
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And yet, after a snort, Sanji coughs up a light because your existence amuses him.]
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Much obligated! You've done a great service!
[Aaaah, nicotine. |D]
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...Don't suppose you keep an eye out for journal entries from our world?
[He wonders.]
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Only when I think I need to.
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[Don't you 'hm' me, mister. 3:^U]
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Get to the point, Wolfwood.
[I'll 'hm' if I want! >:U /destroys the mood of convo in brackets]
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How many things do you know in general?
[Augh, you're impossible!]
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Vash and Legato shooting off at the mouth just reinforced all those theories - Where some of your overwhelming hate for Legato comes from... and why you let Milly down.
And oh, Sanji can bet you were tickled pink at finding Vash saved Legato's life here.
A pause, and then Sanji gets to cleaning his now empty glass. With careful frankness:]
I still think that Milly-chan of yours wouldn't mind seeing you again. Even in a place like this.
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It wouldn't be fair. They could pull her from a happy place in her life, somewhere further down the line... No need to drag out the worst of it.
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Probably right. [it's that polite agreement of someone who knows it's not really his place to start handing out opinions. Yet regardless, underneath it is the reassured measure of: 'But I'm sure she misses you anyway'.
Heh. Label him the helpless romantic, no matter the scenario.]
Any other questions?
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[He says oh-so-humorously, looking at your eyebrow. And here he thought you had a cool battle scar or something under all that hair.]
Well, not so much covered as shifted.
[Yes he knows this is dangerous talk, and no he doesn't give two shits at this point.]
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[Action] I need his other icons for this. USE YOUR IMAGINATION 1/4
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