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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[Oh hell no, you're not allowed. #1, because it would break time and space to get beat up, and #2—you aren't beating him up in this particular body, period.

So with this in mind, the absurdly tall woman flips the cross, slams the end into Kriz's shoulder, and aims to fire a few machine gun rounds into it. Today is not the day to be fucking around with this priest. Granted he's already prepared to jump back should the guy still be persistent.]

[Now we're talking! Time and space can go suck it. :|b The slam knocks Kriz back a few inches, but that just lets him put a shielding layer of steel-hard ice between him and the gun. A little trick he knows from a comrade back home.]

[It looks like he's gathering energy for a cold-based attack in his other hand...]

((ooc: do I have your permission to go ahead with said beating? |Db))

[Right—then he'll just have to find a way to get out of there before he's hit; he knows better than to wait and feel it out when it comes to all this elements crap.

The tall brunette skids back—god this doesn't feel normal—and he flips the Punisher around on her surprisingly sturdy shoulder. One missile, carefully aimed, easily so, is fired between the two. The shrapnel may be something Krizalid will want to keep an eye out for, but the real reason he fires this? Because of this sudden plume of smoke between the two.

Wolfwood uses this opportunity to make a run around the nearest building, estimating at least enough time to give a slip.]

((ooc: no beatings for him today! he's already got enough to drive him nuts, so I don't have any extra planned ^^))

[The ice shield takes the brunt of most of the shrapnel; the rest just barely grazes Kriz. With an inarticulate noise of rage, he lets loose a blast of cold energy in the general direction of Wolfwood. She gave him the cold shoulder, so he's returning the favor. :|b]

[...The thing is, though, that in the aftermath of the missile and the energy blast, he's completely lost her. He runs towards the buildings, searching desperately for his opponent, but there's no trace of her to be found.]

[...Next time he sees Milly, though, he is going to be so pissed.]

[Leave me and my not!girlfriend alone, weirdo. B|]

[If the real Milly ever gets brought to Luceti, she's in for one hell of a surprise. :|a]

[Don't you worry, the Trigun Brigade will be there to nut up and kick ass. ~~well maybe not vash, he's a puss~~]

[Okay, so a surprise for both parties. Not like the guy isn't going to have enough people after him after this. THE MORE THE MERRIER.]

[anyway not!Milly is long gone so this not!action should probably stop. |D;]

[... oh right. :)a]

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

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