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

[notabluesbro]

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.]

Comments

[preciousflowers.livejournal.com]

[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?

[iamnotmilly.livejournal.com]

[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.

[preciousflowers.livejournal.com]

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

[iamnotmilly.livejournal.com]

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.

[preciousflowers.livejournal.com]

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.

[iamnotmilly.livejournal.com]

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.

[preciousflowers.livejournal.com]

We used to have structure, but when our rulers were killed eight years ago, we started dying out faster than ever and were hunted down more easily. Our world is being destroyed at an increasing rate because we have no ruler.

[iamnotmilly.livejournal.com]

Mm... Our home planet's already been destroyed, I guess. Sounds like destruction just loves to follow people, no matter what planet they hail from...

[preciousflowers.livejournal.com]

I guess so... [Not going to bring up that she thinks it's all because of Humans to Wolfwood, nope~.]

What is your world like?

[iamnotmilly.livejournal.com]

Nothing much but sand—according to our history, we were escaping from another planet, because it was no longer inhabitable. But something went wrong and we ended up crashing on a place where water was underground and life was hard to live.

Because of that, I guess overtime people started just fending for themselves, mostly. Towns here and there were put up, but the amount of nomads and bandits are pretty high. So... everyone ended up relying on guns and brute force to stay alive.

It was either that, or bow down to some violent gang who wanted to take your city over.

[preciousflowers.livejournal.com]

That's... horrible... [But it's a situation eerily similar to what was going on at home.]

The people trying to invade my world, we can't use brute force against them, it's against our very nature... So wherever they find us, we have to submit and hope they show some kindness...

[iamnotmilly.livejournal.com]

...Sounds like a horrible situation. I've seen that very problem myself—innocent women and children forced into lives of servitude, all because they can't fight back. There only real hope is that someone comes by and picks up arms for their sake.

...I guess most worlds have that problem. Good people who can't do anything about their situations.

[preciousflowers.livejournal.com]

But you said you fight for them... Why can't there be more people like you, Mr. Wolfwood?

[iamnotmilly.livejournal.com]

... I don't really know the answer to that, honestly. I guess there are a lot of reasons: some people are too scared to do anything... some people are content in their lot in life and don't want to involve themselves... some are already overwhelmed just trying to keep themselves and their families safe.

...And then some people just don't give a damn.

[preciousflowers.livejournal.com]

Hmm... But... you'll stand up for the people here, right? [Please tell her you're not like other Humans back home, Wolfwood; a tiny part of her waaaaaaaaaay back wants to believe again. And if she came out for the worse... that there will be someone to stop her.]

[iamnotmilly.livejournal.com]

[He smiles. Heh, Kaori probably doesn't know—about how he 'helped' during the fiasco with Legato. He's not sure he ever really wants her to know, considering what he'd said to Vash to try and keep everyone alive.]

I wouldn't be any sort of a man if I failed to try and stand up for the good, innocent people here.

[preciousflowers.livejournal.com]

... You're a good person, Mr. Wolfwood. [Never mind that she may end up double-crossing you in the end...] A true knight!

[iamnotmilly.livejournal.com]

[He laughs a little—like Wolfwood's laugh, and yet in the voice of a lady. Jokingly:]

Priest! A true priest!

I appreciate the title, though. Nice and strong.

[preciousflowers.livejournal.com]

[She can't help laughing, she likes you so much now Wolfwood~.]