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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...Because... ah... you look like him?

[... Please wait while she processes this. Was it some weird bodyswap going on?]

[...uuuuuh.]

Wait, so who are you?

[He might've been able to put the fact that you know his name with the fact that you're in a cast... but. The day's been long, and he's been denied nicotine.]

[A cast that she's neglected to have adjusted, by the way. She thought it was a simple genderswap, not looking like someone else completely.] ... It's Kaori...

Kaori! Ah—well. Looks like you were hit by the experiment, too...

Looks like it. Have a lot of people been affected?

Damn right they have, and the numbers just keep growing and growing—and not just of people turning into other people; some have been turning into inanimate objects.

...Talking inanimate objects.

Inanimate objects? But how does someone know if they're...? [Those poor people!]

Well, apparently they can still see and talk... somehow. It's all really complicated and weird—but not out of the ordinary for where we are, I guess.

I suppose...

So... who are you supposed to be?

Ah. Well. They turned me into a lady friend of mine from back home... I guess you could say we were, uh, a little close.

[I slept with her. That probably means something a little extra. :|]

A lady friend... so your lover? [Unless you go sleeping with every other lady out there and feel this way about them. :|]

[V_V]

H-ha, well... kind of. I guess.

[He's not to sure what to define it as. He definitely would have spent his life with her, if circumstances had dealt a kinder hand. Definitely.]

It was a short thing. We parted ways a little while after.

... [You're being looked at rather intently, Wolfwood. Clearly she feels that there was more to it.]

[He feels that 'jiiiiii' going on there.

He just sighs.]

I broke a pretty important promise to her. Forgiveness wasn't really an option, at the time—so we separated.

... Breaking a promise can mean death in my world. [Which was why people rarely made them, much less if they didn't think they could keep them.]

[Ohhh, a way to divert the subject to her! 8D

He laughs a small, humorless laugh.]

Your world sounds pretty dangerous.

[Then again, my world was a lot like that.]

[Wolfwood you sly old man, don't think she doesn't notice that laugh. :T] I'd say it's the people trying to get into it who are more dangerous than the actual native residents.

[hey. HEY.

I am not old.]

Really? Sounds a little like home, for me. There are always bandits and jerks running a-muck on the innocent townsfolk. It's just awful to see a town plagued by bastards.

[Which is why I shoot them up. :Db]

[For someone who doesn't expect to live past twenty, you are OLD.

... Very old.]

Do you do something about it, or are you a damsel-in-distress?

[snort]

I've never been a fan of letting someone like that push me around, no. But I am a humble preacherman—I just have to show them a little bit of mercy, for them to get the idea and tuck tail.

You're a preacher? And your world's residents have tails? [Can be very gullible sometimes, this one.]

Ahaha—the tails thing is a saying, actually. But yeah, I'm what you'd call a preacher; not many seem to know what that is, so far... so color me surprised.

I've heard of them in other worlds, but I don't think they're common in mine. Religious stuff is left to each clan's Heir.

Clans and Heirs... huh, our worlds may not be that similar, after all. My planet's just a sad little desert. No real structure to anything—no law, no ruler, nothing like that.