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12th Confession [Action]

[Time for personal confetti because

~Wolfwood's back~

...Sort of.

Rather, he's smaller. Shorter. Even more scruffy and disorganized than before.

He'd woken up in a forest and spent a good 3 hours raking his mind over just what he was seeing—snow, actual snow. Of course, none of that was important for the meanwhile when he realized he was cold. Holy shit, was it freezing out here. At least whoever left him here gave him some clothes and... a gun in a holster?

Slipping on the way-too-big black jacket, he examines the handgun. Of course, Wolfwood always carried it on him, but... he's eight at the moment, so this information is just going over his head. It's not as though he's never used one, of course. He just never had such a nice holster to go with it!

But what doesn't go over his head is the fact that he has wings. Wings! What the hell is going on here? Where is he? Surely he's not... well, y'know.

He rushes around the dense for a for hours, stumbling and tripping in the groggy morning light, until he finds... ah, there are rooms in this building that aren't used? Maybe if he's sneaky, he can just stay in one of these here. Once that's done with, he wanders around town for a few hours with a ~~stolen~~ jacket sloppy thrown over his old collared shirt. Looking paranoid as he stalks through crowds. All right, Nick. You're in a strange place, but you cannot forget the number one rule: just survive.

Too many people around to steal from the stores. Stomach rumbling. Wait until night, then find a window, a door even, to sneak into.

When cold, black night eventually hits, he lassos the holster around his waist (hey, no more tucking into the side of his pants), under his shirt, and sets out, sneaking into whatever apartment or house he can. Perhaps sorting through your drawers, cabinets, or refrigerators. Hey, you can't expect him to know about all that free stuff, right? Despite him being as quiet as possible, there may be an occasional falling down of something—a pan, perhaps a glass. In case your character is a heavy sleeper. 8|]

[OOC: You can run into him any part of his day listed above! Replies will be from very very obvious journals~! Time and space is kicked often.

He might draw that gun in any robbery attempt, but he won't shoot at anyone. Unless they're trying to kill him. |Db]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I guess so...

...what's your name?

I'm Nicholas. You can call me Nick if that's easier for you.

Okay, Nick! I'm Vash! [Congrats Wolfwood. You just made a friend. No. You DON'T get a choice in it!]

[Urrgh. Well, at least he can get one thing out of the way:]

Vash, what's up with your hair? You always grow it that long?

Oh... I don't know. I guess I've never thought of cutting it before.

Well, yeah. Don't it take a long time to wash and fix up and all that?

...'Sides, only girls have hair that long.

N-no they don't!

[Well... actually none of the guys on the crew have long hair.] I mean, why can't boys have long hair?

S'...just kinda girly lookin', if you're not strong and muscular. Most boys get their hair short, 'cause it's just more like a guy.

[PERFECT LOGIC!]

Well, Rem likes my hair like this! [And that's all that matters! At least... he thinks she does.] She doesn't think I look like a girl! She thinks I'm handsome!

Rem?

What, she your girlfriend or somethin'?

[Because, between you and me, kid—we're kinda young for that sort of thing already.]

N-No! She's not my girlfriend! Rem's an adult!

Oh. Then she... your mom?

[You don't call her mom, and that's kinda weird, but you never know...]

No, but she takes care of me and Knives and plays with us.

[Huh, he's never really heard of anyone just taking care of someone without any actual attachment. Then again, he's only been really aware of things for a few years, so—much to learn, man.]

...Knives? That's a kinda weird name. He sounds pretty tough.

[Because come on, that's a street name. Is he a thug, Vash?]

Knives is tough! And he's really smart! He watches out for me.

One time we were trying to climb a tree and he fell and cut his knee and he didn't even cry! [The ultimate tough guy test, of course!]

[Wolfwood is not impressed by your guy test. B|]

Cuttin' your knee isn't that bad...

...You were climbin' a tree?

Yeah, we were trying to get an apple.

You got.... trees like this place? And grass, n' all that?

Yeah. The rec room has grass and a few trees.

So your world's got that kinda stuff? Trees and plants, and all that?

Well, not really. Just the one room of the ship does.

[Whoa, whoa, hold the phone, weird kid.]

A 'ship'? Like—those kind that sit on big things'a water?

No, like in space.

Space..

[That. That is a first. Much like half of what he's seeing in Luceti.]

Y'gotta' be pullin my leg.

Why would I do that? Rem says lying is bad, so I wouldn't lie.

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[Action] Just making sure - you got my PM earlier right?]

Re: [Action] Oh! yeah! I got it, no worries! :)b

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