Nicholas D. Wolfwood (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
notabluesbro) wrote2011-01-03 05:31 pm
notabluesbro) wrote2011-01-03 05:31 pm
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13th Confession [Action/voice]
[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 buildingtotally 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.]
"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
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.]
[Action!]
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H-hey! Cut that out! You're too old for that!
[Wait until you know him later, Wolfwood. He cries over donuts.]Re: [Action!]
And y'don't need to thank me for somethin' like that. It should be somethin' everyone does.
[Action!]
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You should never have t'worry about what people think of you. [BEING A TOTAL HYPOCRITE AT THIS AGE, but shut up, he's an orphan who worries a lot about things.] So don't be afraid about something like that. 'Specially to your friends... n' all that...
[Action!]