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...]
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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.]
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I—don't really... y'know... have anyone like that. To help or anything.
[Really, he's barely able to help himself. How can he help other people?]
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Well - that's why you start off with whatever you can do. Sometimes it's really boring, necessary stuff - like mending fishing nets or socks or something. Or just helping someone reach something they couldn't before. But if you find that you were helping someone and got in over your head, you can always give me a call.
[Because I'd help you anyway, you know.]
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...but he tilts his head at that.]
Fishing... nets...? Y'mean, those things in water, right? The scaley things?
[He heard the rest of your words, honest, he just is into this whole different world of things like 'mermaids' and 'fish'.]
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You got a lot of those, where you're from?
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[No fair, you can't just throw animal names around when he knows so few!! ;;]