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]

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I was born on it.

No, I mean—why were you on a ship, to begin with? Why not on a planet or somethin'?

Oh, the crew were looking for a new planet to build a new home on. That's why.

A new home on?

What happened to th'first one...?

Well, Rem and Joey said they couldn't stay there anymore. [He hasn't gotten the full explanation on that just yet.] So they had to leave their home to find somewhere else.

Why's that? They screwed up their home or somethin'?

[A thoughtful pause, as he crosses his arms.]

Our first planet got messed up, too. That's why we all ended up in that shitty place.

I guess so... I've never asked. [Yet.] I don't know what happened to Earth, just that we need to find a new home.

That's terrible! Why didn't they find a good home? Like Rem! She's going to find a place that's going to be like our very own Eden!

Earth? That's where we woulda' been, if people didn't ruin it...

[Yeah, that's kind of a bummer, ain't it? He just huffs at the thought of landing on such a shitty ass planet.]

I guess we just sorta crashed on our planet. They didn't mean to, but they couldn't really fix it, so...

[...]

They were originally from Earth too? [Vash is a smart kid, there's something about these coincidences he REALLY doesn't like.]

Mmhm. They all were on big spaceships, and they ended up crashin' them on accident where we are now...

[Wolfwood doesn't think much of it. He just shuffles snow around with his foot as he speaks, thinking about how none of this is around in the desert; it's really something, and worth the cold.

Maybe he'll get to actually stay here.]

They crashed... [Vash tries to comfort himself with the idea that Rem and the rest of the crew is just WAY to careful to have an accident.] ...I'm sorry. [Vash watches you kick at the snow.]

...it can't be all bad, right?

[He continues shuffling the snow around with his heel for a moment. Ha—can't be all that bad. Right.]

...There's nothin' worse...

[He looks at Vash, frown deepening.]

I don't wanna ever go back to a place like that...

But what about your family and friends? Don't you miss them? I like this place better than the ship, but I wouldn't want to stay here without Knives and Rem!

Idiot. Not everyone has family... and I didn't really have any friends, neither.

[True, perhaps a few of the stragglers were 'friends', but... he saw them more as extra weight he felt compelled to help. The tiny kids—but they had others to take care of 'em, too.

So. Really. There was no one.]

...really? You don't have anyone? [THAT IS LIKE THE MOST HORRIBLE THING EVER!]

Nah, no one like that. A mom or dad or anything.

[Tell me about it, kid.]

...I'm sorry. [That's so horrible, Vash has to fix this! ...somehow.]

I'll be your friend!

...

Eh?

Everyone should have a friend! So I'll be yours!

... [Give him a second to think about this.]

Oh.

[Wait, is this how it works? You just sorta'... say you're friends? Or something? That really can't be all there is to it...]

I guess that's okay... F'you want...

Of course I do! Why wouldn't I?

Well.

'Cause... we just met each other, y'know...?

So it's kinda weird, isn't it?

Is it? Rem said you just have to be nice to someone to make friends. [He's... actually never done this before, himself.]

Really? [He considers this. Whoever this lady is, she seems to be the nice type. And it does sound interesting, this thought of being nice = being friends.

News to him. But it's nice-sounding.]

All right. Then... I guess we're friends.