notabluesbro | 16th Confession [Voice/Action] Forward-dated to the 25th

I—

I CAN'T DO IT.

[Hey, Journal, hear ~~Wolfwood~~ Milly yell in frustration. Anyone who's actually walking by would know why—after holding a cigarette inches from ~~his~~ her mouth, 'Milly' throws it on the ground and stomps on it violently. How could he possibly smoke in Milly's body? It just feels wrong. Drinking basically has the same feeling, really... Hell, it's not like he knows the body isn't really hers, not in their world. So he will be nicotine deprived for the next few days in his valiant, difficult efforts.

Miserable. Just miserable!

Granted, he's still carrying around a cross like it's nothing, so it shouldn't be too hard to figure out who he is. For now? He's just running around seeing what the hell's happened here. After all, people are in a panic, and he's needing to find people he knows to figure out what the hell is going on. This just had to be another event, right? First, he gets some normal-looking lady clothes for his bizarrely tall girl body (goddamn Milly, you're HUGE). He visits the apartment and eats, and then proceeds to go crash in his bed and try to sleep it off. Same as usual.

Except, fuck it, he can't. So instead he'll just be listening to all the panicked posts on the journal while shaking his head.

Her head.

...Eh.]

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[He laughs in an all-too-wrong voice for the topic, echoing the same sort of defeated bitterness as the other, turning and holding out the gun by the barrel to the young man.]

It's a nice idea that I'd thrown around in my head, but I'm afraid it really is just a little too late for that.

[He leans back, chin tilted.]

Besides, I've learned how to play the devil to take care of better people... so I'm not too disappointed in how things ended up.

[He's definitely right to think that girl's laugh is wrong for this conversation; Mihai thinks the same.]

It happens quicker than you think. You get dragged in, and it holds on like a dog that's sunk its teeth into your arm.

[Mihai smiles then, practiced but still easy, and takes the gun. The holsters are there too, and quickly enough the weapons are out of sight.]

You're probably too young to want to hear much talk like that, though. Especially if that last bit really holds true. Just don't dress like a devil too often. Even if it's for the best intentions, every pull of the trigger makes it less of an act, and more of who you are. And that young lady looks too nice to have a devil holding her hand.

... Don't you worry about too much about her, padre; she'll get someone who'll take good care of her.

[he stands straight, not caring to say much more than that]

And at any rate, I've got a friend around here who makes it really goddamn hard to become the act. Fortunately for me.

[He puts out his hand for a shake.]

The name's Wolfwood.

[It takes Mihai a minute, if only because he's never actually met anyone who had died before they got there. He's read about it though, and that's the only reason the possibility is floating in the back of his thoughts. Good thing, too, otherwise Wolfwood might be getting a lecture. Even being trapped in a foreign world isn't a good enough excuse to give up on the woman you love. As it is, Mihai isn't going to pry further.]

Yeah? Sounds like a good friend, then.

[Mihai takes the hand, giving a firm shake. Despite the depressing topic, he's genuinely glad for how this little side trip turned out.] Mihai. The pleasure's mine.

Mihai. Interesting name.

That all you were needing, Mihai? Wouldn't want to keep you waiting on something.

...Wolfwood isn't exactly normal, you know.

Yeah. You've been a huge help. I'd offer you to buy you a drink, but without money, it loses its effect.

[(S)he just laughs.]

As soon as I get out of this body? Just a toast will be good enough for me.

16th Confession [Voice/Action] Forward-dated to the 25th

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