notabluesbro | 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

Why can't they? Somethin' funny in the air?

[That's the best reasoning he's got going for him.]

Taking the wings off is rather fatal in this place. [How to explain.] The Malnosso, a group of people watching over us, are the reason why they're there.

...Fatal...?!

[He can't help but show a concerned, surprised look—wings that will kill you if removed? That's just crazy...! He reaches behind him and feels the groove of the wings beneath his black jacket.]

Why'd they do somethin' like that??

[Ahh... She was expecting that. Maybe she should have been more careful with her words.] I'm not sure exactly. It's just how this place is.

[Huff. He's gonna have to get used to a lot of things here.]

So... what're y'doing here anyway? Why were y'sleeping here?

Me? I live here actually. I'm sort of a caretaker of the Welcome Center.

Welcome Center...?

[He looks around, cup in hand, before realizing he was in a conversation with someone he didn't know the name of.]

M'name's Nicholas. A-and thanks for the drink...

This place. It's for newcomers like you to stay in until you've settled, if you wish.

[A smile at that.]

I'm Shirayuki. It's a pleasure to meet you. [A pause, before she raises a hand reassuring.] And you're welcome for that.

[He's right back to looking around, unable to help himself.]

D'you take care of all this by yourself, though?

Not by myself. There are other volunteers who come and go here, actually.

Ah...

[That makes sense, then.]

That's real nice, f'you guys.

Y'know. To help out new people.

Everyone's here to help everyone else out. It's better this way, isn't it?

...

[Everyone helps everyone else out...

It is better this way. And it's something he would have loved to hear back home. He can't help but hold his arm awkwardly and nod, at such a reply.]

It sounds... really great.

... If you want, you can rest here for a while. Most people prefer to just go look for their own place immediately, but if you're not sure yet, you can always stay here until you've settled.

[a thoughtful pause

and then he manages a tiny smile]

I'll definitely think about it.

[She smiles at that.] Was the drink any good?

[He quickly nods, not wanting to leave her hanging .001 seconds.]

S'really good! I like it!

I'm glad. I hoped that helped out somehow. [She pushes herself off the counter after that.] If you want, you can stay here for the night, or at least a meal. Do you have proper clothes for this weather?

[Ffff—flustering time]

Proper clothes... Uh, what kinda' clothes do you wear...? In th'snow, I mean.

Coats, scarves, gloves... There should be some here for your size. [She says thoughtfully, pushing herself off the counter and heading out the kitchen to look for them.]

[He's just in awe, about this. So much free stuff...

He follows, but at a distance, curious.]

Where I come from, we don't really get any winter... It's mainly just lotsa' sun...

A tropical climate? [A beat as she gets to a closet, opening it.] Or maybe a desert.

[He nods.]

S'all desert. The whole planet, I mean. Not much around... that are plants, anyway. There weren't any trees, where I'm from. Or no oceans, or lakes, or nothin' above ground...