14th Confession [Video/Action]

[notabluesbro]

[Nicholas had been working his best at Eferin, and found slow but gratifying progress. He'd just finished up another attempt at learning and was working on going to visit Vash—perhaps get something to eat before that—as the sun began to set and the sky began to darken. But he wouldn't get to either place he was hoping for; Nick was suddenly taken by the arms, and despite his struggles, the last thing he remembers is the face of something inhuman and the sky rolling up into darkness.

...When Wolfwood finally wakes up later, he finds himself laid in the snow, with the usual white pants and lack of shirt. He's not far from the village though, and even in the dark, he can see it through the trees—strong orange glows. He smiles despite himself, sighing. He definitely can recall the experience with the Malnosso, and the later they decide to take him again, the better.]

Ugh, what...

[What time is it, anyway—looks like the sun just barely teetered out...

Oh, what—his journal's open and rolling, so he turns to it, rubbing his head.]

[Video]

Feels like I've been hit by a truck... but I guess I'm finally back again. What day is it, exactly?

[No, he doesn't remember anything from the past two weeks of being a child. Never fear, though—once someone blabs about it, or he finds that journal entry he'd made while he was small, everything'll start coming back to him, bit by embarrassing/painful bit.

Vash is also somewhere out there, too. Wolfwood'll probably find him soon. Probably in a tree, knowing his luck. -_-

But of course, when he finally gets dressed up in his usual attire, he'll be on the hunt for something good to eat. It feels like he hasn't had a meal all day, man.]

Comments

[notabluesbro]

[YES THIS FACE IS TOTALLY ACCEPTABLE.]

Oh ho ho ho—the vicious outlaw Vash the Stampede is turning me into a cruel, mean demon! The horror of it all!

[goldenglasses]

Sorry, but that won't fly here~

I'm just normal everyday Vash here. Not an outlaw. If anything you'd be the one turning me bad!

[notabluesbro]

Hey, maybe if I'm lucky, I can tie you up and hand you over to the item shop for cigarettes. That would be an entirely fair trade, don't you think? For a guy who was worth 60 billion doubles, I'm sure you're at least worth one or two here...

[goldenglasses]

WHY ARE YOU STILL TRYING TO TURN ME IN WHEN YOU'RE CIGARETTES ARE ALREADY FREE?!

It's not funny...

[notabluesbro]

Oh. To get rid of you, of course. Then again, I could always try tying a cinder-block to your leg and throwing you in the lake.

[goldenglasses]

...that's not funny, Wolfwood.

[notabluesbro]

Ahaha, it seems the Stampede's not a fan of black humor!

...

You know what, instead of cinder-blocking you, how about I just toss the cat in instead? Would that make you feel better?

[goldenglasses]

You know it doesn't.

[notabluesbro]

[Entering the apartment and not giving two shits! 8Db]

Okay, what if it makes me feel better?

[goldenglasses]

Well, it wouldn't for long. Because if you do that I'm going to toss you in after her to go get her out.

[notabluesbro]

Can't hear you, I see a kitchen.

[And he is going to raid the hell out of that kitchen. But not before noting quietly that Meryl is not, in fact, here yet; while there's nothing they can do knowing this, it'll still bug the shit out of him. Especially because of that fact.]

[goldenglasses]

[You're not the only one who notices as Vash sets the cat down.] Just, leave some food for me. [He heads for the shower.]

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[notabluesbro]

[While you're off doing that, Wolfwood finds himself having a conversation with Sanji—and ends up learning he was a kid, too. So, time for the flipping of journal entries, looking around hesitantly for any trace of his younger self.

And there's one—

He listens attentively, noting with something fused with nostalgia and surprise at the face in the screen. Holy shit. That was really him...]

"Mmm... I dunno. I guess they will, eventually. But maybe the grown-up's'll figure out how t'make the land better, before then."

[flip, flip, flip...]

2/3

[notabluesbro]

[oh—]

"Rem says that you don't need to worry about how much people think you're worth."

[Whoa, is that Vash? Talking to him? As a little kid?]

3/3

[notabluesbro]

"Y'still gotta find some kinda' worth in the world, don't ya? Or else you'll be livin' for no reason."

"We all have worth. You don't need to prove that!"

[Okay, the memories are very slowly trickling in now, but for the moment, he's just snickering at the two of them, because holy shit. Did they even change at all?

This is just really something else.]

[goldenglasses]

[After a nice, long, HOT shower Vash finally comes out with a towel around his waist and one on his head as he rubs down his hair.] You better have left me some food, Wolfwood.

[notabluesbro]

[gtfo of here, Mr. Stampede, I'm busy reading embarassing chibi threads.]

Yeah, yeah, there's probably a piece of cheese somewhere in there for you.

[goldenglasses]

There better be more than that left. [But as Vash moves to check the pantry himself, he can't help but notice you have your journal open. What you got there Mr. Priest.]

What are you up to?

[notabluesbro]

[He scoffs, closing the journal with a thumb pressed between the pages.]

Just reading up on stuff while I've been gone.

You didn't change at all from your kid self. Still just as featherbrained. Maybe lost a few brain cells along the way, though.

[goldenglasses]

[goldenglasses]

You found posts I made didn't you?

[notabluesbro]

Maybe—hey! [D'aw, look at you, panicking and slipping on ice. |D] You were whiny as hell, too...

[goldenglasses]

G-GIVE ME THAT BOOK!

[notabluesbro]

Aaa, no. You've got your own journal, don't you? Stop trying to mooch off me.

[goldenglasses]

I don't want to see it! I want to make sure you never do! [Making a quick move for that book.]