12th Confession [Action]

[notabluesbro]

[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]

Comments

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[The... the hell. He can't speak for a moment; that's how much a punch in the face that question is]

You really think a baby can murder someone? An infant who can't even think at that age?

Being born doesn't make you a murderer. [still said with some frostiness in his voice not directed at the kid. He directs it at the walls instead] I bet your mom would agree with me.

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

[a sigh of relief]

...That's good. I was worried that...

[He doesn't really finish the sentence, but it's probably tell-tale on what it would've ended like. A small content look crosses his features.

But it quickly fades into a frowning question:]

You're a murderer when you kill someone on purpose, right?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[A sigh. There's an ugly question. Sanji's been hearing plenty of those recently]

In the strictest sense, yeah. You take someone's life, then you killed them.

But. [he pauses and nearly chews on the filter in his mouth] Sometimes when you don't got a choice, or you got your reasons, or they wanna die... maaah, it's still murder, but maybe without all the negative connotation.

[A shrug. He leans back and ends with:] It just depends. Me killing a guy who's trying to kill me might make me the murderer in his family's eyes, but I call it self-defense.

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

[He thinks for a moment. You seem to know a lot about this subject—or maybe it's just an adult sort of thing, knowing how death and all that it entails works.

Quite frankly, no one had sat down and actually gave him the time to explain anything like this to him. He'd been to church when forced—knew that killing was a sin. He'd been told that hurting others is wrong by random faceless strangers, despite his upbringing.

And it was all before he was taken by the shoulders by Chapel and told that killing wasn't so bad, if it was done right.]

What if they deserved to die?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Killing's still killing.

...


But I won't say there aren't shitheads out there, just asking for an ass-kicking. Still, you gotta bear the weight of that life if you take it. And be sure what you think is deserving of death isn't something fuckin petty. Death isn't something you play around with.

[You're definitely not talking to a Vash-type]

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

[He snaps his head toward the man, frowning and making a fist, as if he felt Sanji had unintentionally convicted him of something.]

I ain't gonna bear a life like his!

[He dips his chin, a shadow crossing his face.]

He was a awful person.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

You still took his life away from him, didn't ya? [Sanji sounds far from judging, but he's looking little Nicholas in the face]

Just don't forget that, even if you don't feel guilty or might be better off.

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

[and he looks Sanji in the face back, before turning to look straight ahead and fidgeting quietly with his hands—of course he wouldn't forget. He couldn't forget that he did that, even if he hated the old man with all his heart. Because that was the day he was free of that man.

Right?

His hand drops, and he pulls the blanket around him.]

...

Y'think you could tell me more about... y'know, the 'ocean'? N' that... sorta thing?

[It was genuine curiosity more than an attempt at changing the subject—he'd never known of anything like that, so his young mind was intent on asking more if he had a chance.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

... [Subject change, huh? Or maybe that's not the case. Sanji still looks at him in a peculiar light.]

... Sure. [And he settles back on the couch. The tension eases]

Oi, but don't hog all the blankets. [If he's gotta do story time, he wants one too.]

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

[dfsafhjjl—scrambles a little to get one of these blankets thrown at you. He ain't hoggin' nothin', old man. >BT

And when the task is down he hides himself in his own; it's been a long while since he was completely warmed in the night. Well, today was a first for a lot of older memories, anyway.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Is Sanji chuckling? Yes he is. And he's very tempted to ruffle Nicholas's hair in the most demeaning/affectionate way only an adult can manage... except if he's anything like he was as a kid, Sanji won't get his arm back.

He smooths the blanket over himself, and folds his arms behind his head]

Well, what do you know about the ocean, besides it's big and wet?

[notablueskid.livejournal.com]

Well, that can't be all there is to it... is there? That'd be a pretty boring place t'live at.

[Seriously, he expects some cool shit from something his world doesn't have.]

....

How long'd it take to go from one side to th'other anyway?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Of course there's more! [Don't insult his one true love, brat. 8|]

For one, it's home to creatures bigger than whole cities. [Tilting his head back] And mermaids. And fishmen. Probably things I can't even imagine.

If you sailed nonstop and didn't run into any shitty trouble, a few years, I'd wager.

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

Wait, wait! [You're talking too much now! B|] What're mermaids and fishmen?

[Mermaids he's at a loss for, but clearly he wouldn't think that there's such a thing as fishpeople...]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[WELL THEN keep up. 8|]

Fishmen... they're beings with fish and human-like qualities thrown in together. They'll stand on two feet, but have claws and fins and be whatever color their species usually is.

[And now, favorite subject in the world coming up] Mermaids are beautiful creatures~! The upper body of a beautiful maiden and the lower half that of a graceful fish~!

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

People like that can really be real?

[That is crazy... *A*

And while he doesn't share the same... enthusiasm... for mermaids as Sanji, he sure can as a whole be mystified.]

You ever meet one? Do they talk?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Of course they talk! And I'm friends with one~! Her name is Keimi-chan~!

[Hums to himself]

We had a mermaid here in Luceti, too, but not from my world. Razette-chan.

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

[Wide-eyed child is interested, very interested.

MUST KNOW MORE]

D'you have cyborgs, too?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

One of my friends back home is a cyborg.

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

[8O]

We got those, too!

Back in my home, I mean. We got people with fake arms and legs and even bodies all t'gether.

/crawls back. Girl Sanji doesn't like to share ;;

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

That so?

Got anything else interesting where you're from?

Well, it's not like Sanji can stand up to his lady counterpart. B)

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

Uh... Well, we got sandworms. I saw one once—they're as big as houses, sometimes. And when they come out, s'like an earthquake.

We don't have much else... Well, 'sides the biggest baddest outlaws—some of 'em, if you caught 'em, you'd be rich...

8[ YOU SAYING HE IS BETTER WITHOUT HIS MANHOOD??

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Eeesh. Sound like Sea Kings for the desert.

... They must've done some major shit, if they're gonna make a person rich. [Or just have terrible/awesome luck]

Actually, I meant he literally can't put his foot down to her, but that's pretty good too 8)

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

[He nods.]

Well, actually, there's one... Apparently, he blew up th'whole city of July. Wasn't nothin' but rubble left. Everyone was talkin' about it back home.