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17th Confession [Video][Daytime]

[The feed seems abrupt, from black-to-color in an instant as it falls and flips open to show a... snow-drenched area...? No trees showing—just an expanse of bright blue sky and white off the edges. And then a noise nearby, off-screen—]

THUD.

[Something falls across the screen, and it's not quiet for much after that, because this is a stunned-turned-angry preacherman appearing in the video feed, back turned to the camera as he grabs the side of his head in complete shock. Or maybe it's rage. Or maybe, just maybe, it's both. One may be able to figure out from the snow, whipping winds, and barren area that Wolfwood is in fact on a mountainside somewhere.]

WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!

[Last he remembered... he was just walking around town, same ol' same ol'... and then some brown-haired kid glared funny at him and he was gone. WHY DID THIS HAPPEN WHAT DID HE DO—]

Ah—Achtoo!

[ ..... Thanks, Katie. |D]

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To a point. Hypothermia is when your body starts dropping too low in temperature for it to be able to function. Everything slows down and gets confusing. If you're warmer than you should be and want to sleep and are having difficulty focusing, you've gone past just being cold and are in trouble. If your body temperature stays too low, things will start shutting down and you'll die.

[Nami's not Chopper, but she thinks she's covered the basics.] So we get your temperature back up to where it should be. The tea will help. [So will the blankets and the extra coat and the gloves and the--yeah. Drink that first.] Then we should take you to the clinic.

[Wolfwood just hangs his head at that. Exhausted.]

I just wanted to go to the damn store...

Can't I just go home... and walk it off...?

[No, no, focus Wolfwood. Fooocus. This isn't the first life-and-death feeling in Luceti; you just have to know how to handle it by now! When he manages the rest of this tea down, he smacks his cheek. Or, he thinks he did. His fingers are all buzzy and weird.

...sigh.

He just. Sags in place.]

[That sounds serious.]

Behave like a good boy and I'll sneak you in some booze if they keep you over night. For now just warm up.

[Hell, if you were Zoro, she would have said walking it off was definitely an option. As long as you were on a leash >.> She does grin at Vash's comment, though.] If we can warm you up, you'll probably be okay. The clinic's just to make sure. I'm not exactly a doctor.

[Here, Wolfwood. Have the rest of the thermos while she unbundles the rest of the clothing from Vash and surreptitiously looks at your fingers. Pale and a little blue means seriously fucking cold as opposed to frostbite. Lovely.] How are your toes? Can you feel them?

[He nods, frown deepening as she inspects his hands.]

They're tingly, right now.

[It's really weird and damn uncomfortable.

and a 'mutter, mutter':]

You'd better keep your word, needle noggin... I'm leaning on that promise, if you want me to be cooperative...

Heyyyyyy, when have I ever lied to you? I'll even bring two glasses. I'll sneak them in my coat so Meryl won't know.

Unless I tell her.

[Tingly feet are a good sign! Well, good-ish. She's dumping clothing in front of him for when he's done drinking his tea.]

[Reluctantly, sluggishly, he starts slipping on some layers. Even if he feels... well, actually, he's not sure what he feels. The strange feeling in his limbs seem to be creeping every which way.]

Come on, Nami, don't be that way. I'll get better in no time, if I have a little alcohol in my system...

[Okay, even he knows alcohol is moot for health, but he just would really love a bottle.]

I'll even bring a third glass if you don't tell!

Should we be making sure he stays awake?

Drinking in the clinic? Chopper would never forgive me.

What do you think we're doing?

[You're doing all the work, Wolfwood. The movement'll do you good. B|]

[>:| Damn you. But no, this is good. Moving is good.

But he frowns, looking over his shoulder at the tall crucifix leaning nearby, pulling a jacket on and trying (he's trying, really) to put on these gloves.]

I'm guessing we'll probably have to leave that here?

[It'll feel wrong to do, and that probably reads in the way he spoke. But... if he has to...]

[Vash just sighs.] As long as I don't end up having to carry your sorry butt home, I'll carry it. I just wish it wasn't full of so much mercy.

[That works. Better if Wolfwood drums up even moar body heat anyway. |D Though that last sentence catches her ears.] Mercy?

[A-ahaha. V_V]

Oh, it's nothing. Just a little... priestly humor...

He says that's the reason it's so freaking heavy.

Fair enough. [Lame, if you ask her. |Da] You ready to go?

[It's okay, he likes lameness! 8D]

As ready as I'll ever be, I guess. [a grunt, as he shakily forces himself to his feet] Since my fingers don't feel like they're about to fall off yet, I'm thinking it's a good sign to start moving.

Good, I want to get home in time for dinner. [Excuse him as he moves to pick up your burden.]

And I have drinking to do. [Practically shovin' you out the door, Wolfwood. |D]

H-hey—

You'd better share some of that. Both of you—

I'll think about it if you manage to get home without me having to carry you.

[T'ain't got anything else to say. |D Just heading for home and, given Vash is carrying said cross full of mercy, she'll do her best to make sure Wolfwood doesn't fall on his ass :|]

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