13th Confession [Action/voice]

[notabluesbro]

[Of course, Vash wasn't the only kid Legato ran into. The ass confused the hell out of him, but moreover, he wondered if he really was going to be 'trained' by someone. Trained to fight, right? And he said he'd be skillful, too... But right now? He called him useless. Incapable. Just some stray dog.

"If you think yourself capable, that is something you must prove."

Nicholas wanders into town and takes a seat at a bench, with journal in hand. Considers using it—even if it is confusing, and even if he's not the kind to spark up conversation. Instead he simmers a little, brow furrowed, reaching down and shaping snowballs before throwing them at the nearest building totally sorry if he doesn't see you coming around the corner or something. For some reason, he feels like he's done this before. Something about the whiteness of all this is familiar, but... ah, well. He's too busy trying to decipher what that blue haired guy told him.

He was worth something. Wasn't he? Or was what every said true...]

[Voice]

How do y'prove you're worth something...?

[After that, he decides to go back into the forest and try to talk with that Eferin guy. Things weren't as bad as last time; he even got to actually speak to him, without any running or cursing. Even if it meant sucking up to the bastard, just a little. He's in the forest, sitting on the gnarled roots of a tree, lighting and putting out the end of a thin twig. It takes all of his concentration, but it's worth it. His pants leg has a hole burned into it, but whatever burn mark was under it has been wrapped up by a ripped shirt.]

Comments

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

I've been close enough t'death before anyway—I can face it. I know I can.

[all7seas]

Close enough to death? What's this, then?

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

I delivered death, once.

[all7seas]

More details would HELP, lad.

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

S'not much to it. I killed someone before.

[all7seas]

...Under what circumstances, child?

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

[His voice lowers considerably.]

Because I was tired of 'em hurting me.

[all7seas]

[Jack shuts up at this and then puts on a Bright, Happy Voice!]

Well then, I think we've found our true answer! No one who didn't value himself would have done such a thing, eh?

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

[...]




Y'think so?

[all7seas]

Of course! Thoroughly worthy, that! Standing up to fear, what's much more worse than death.

[notablueskid.livejournal.com]

Huh... no one else seemed t'think that...

[Well, whenever a child kills a member of the community, they'd probably not be as sweet to the kid about anything.]

[all7seas]

World doesn't often understand things like that, does it. They're more like to hang a man for his crimes than honor them.

[notablueskid.livejournal.com]

[A pause.] Your world's like that, too?

[Well, Nicholas' crimes are more 'breaking and entering', 'murder', and 'stealing' to stay alive, but oh well.]

[all7seas]

Very much so, though I've won quite the famous reputation for mine. Now: you're not bein' hurt any longer, are you?

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

Not as long as I'm not caught in people's houses.

They get pretty mad about that, sometimes.

[all7seas]

...Good. And aye, I agree: best not to get caught.

[notablueskid.livejournal.com]

...Who are you anyway?

My name's Nicholas.

[all7seas]

Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow, pirate; formerly of the Caribbean, now holding territory by the Western Lake.

Pleasure.

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

[He leans in a little, curious.]

Caribbean? What's that?

[all7seas]

[Well here's a topic Jack can warm up to.] A beautiful land filled with spices and fine things and lots of lovely fat cargo ships prime for the taking, eh? Colorful fish. Sandy beaches. Hidden coves. Treasure!

[notabluesbro]

Oh, you got a ocean like this place does, right?

I've never seen one before...

[But with the way you make it sound, he'd love nothing more than to see it. *_*]

[all7seas]

It's much more better than the ocean here, boyo. Bigger. Endless, really, and filled with magical things. Monsters.

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

Monsters?? What kinds'a monsters?

[all7seas]

All sorts, really. The great whites, with their dead eyes; the hammerheads and reef sharks what flock to the wrecks to pick off the living. The vicious squids what can drag a man to his death. And then there's the more unusual: mermaids. Giant serpents. The kraken.

[not-a-blueskid.livejournal.com]

... That's really cool.

We don't have very much. Just things like sandworms, and even they don't really hurt people, unless you're travelin' too far out in the desert...