Nicholas D. Wolfwood (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
notabluesbro) wrote2011-02-22 04:48 pm
notabluesbro) wrote2011-02-22 04:48 pm
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18th Confession [Voice/Action]
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Looks like we're being led around by a rope, like usual. But you gotta' wonder—what good will it do to rile us all up into wanting to fight, into learning how to fight? Or have they forgotten that most of Luceti wants them either dead, or drinking through a straw? Either way, it's pretty incredible that they can't hold back these enemies, and yet we can kill them on the battlefield. Us, people who are trapped here, who can't even fight a gang of robots from dragging us off.
It's all topsy-turvy, isn't it?
[And while he's here... well, might as well take his mind off things for a little while to address a certain grumpy-faced child...]
[[Filtered to 'Katie' // 70% Unhackable]]
Hey, kid—can I talk to you, or would you rather just glare at me for a minute?
[Said without a trace of malice, of course, because Wolfwood has a hard time throwing that around kids; actually, he's far too curious about how she did it, than the fact that she tossed him for no real known reason toward what could've been hissecond death.]
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[All that said and done, he's got practicing to do. He's been hoarding up on his ammo, but knowing they'll supply him with more is a relief; he goes to the battle dome and proceeds to shoot apart whatever the simulation throws at him: guys with angel wings? Their weak points are those. Those big-ass things, right there. And they're significantly easy to shoot down when you just go for one of them. But then, he also practices on people he's used to shooting: guys with guns.
Swivel cross. Block bullets. Fire back from behind Punisher. It's all ingrained into his mind as clear as anything else he's ever learned. Except where his shots normally tear through vital organs, a lot of his targets instead are hit where they couldn't use their guns anymore—arms, and then legs, all meticulous. Some are killed. He notes it, acknowledges it, and makes no effort to correct himself for it.
When he walks out of the battle dome, his cross is significantly lighter. He'll take the time to drop by the Good Spirits and drink equally light, draw out a cigarette and light it, wait until the light outside's gone and find himself too awake to return home just yet. So he sits in the forest against a rock, arms folded while he barks sharply to his empty left-hand side:]
Are you going to teach me more or not?
[He returns home with a few little burns here and there, as expected. But at least he can create bigger blasts of fire. It's more than he was hoping for. Somewhere in this day, he fancies he'll have to talk to Vash about what's to come.]
Looks like we're being led around by a rope, like usual. But you gotta' wonder—what good will it do to rile us all up into wanting to fight, into learning how to fight? Or have they forgotten that most of Luceti wants them either dead, or drinking through a straw? Either way, it's pretty incredible that they can't hold back these enemies, and yet we can kill them on the battlefield. Us, people who are trapped here, who can't even fight a gang of robots from dragging us off.
It's all topsy-turvy, isn't it?
[And while he's here... well, might as well take his mind off things for a little while to address a certain grumpy-faced child...]
[[Filtered to 'Katie' // 70% Unhackable]]
Hey, kid—can I talk to you, or would you rather just glare at me for a minute?
[Said without a trace of malice, of course, because Wolfwood has a hard time throwing that around kids; actually, he's far too curious about how she did it, than the fact that she tossed him for no real known reason toward what could've been his
[Action]
[All that said and done, he's got practicing to do. He's been hoarding up on his ammo, but knowing they'll supply him with more is a relief; he goes to the battle dome and proceeds to shoot apart whatever the simulation throws at him: guys with angel wings? Their weak points are those. Those big-ass things, right there. And they're significantly easy to shoot down when you just go for one of them. But then, he also practices on people he's used to shooting: guys with guns.
Swivel cross. Block bullets. Fire back from behind Punisher. It's all ingrained into his mind as clear as anything else he's ever learned. Except where his shots normally tear through vital organs, a lot of his targets instead are hit where they couldn't use their guns anymore—arms, and then legs, all meticulous. Some are killed. He notes it, acknowledges it, and makes no effort to correct himself for it.
When he walks out of the battle dome, his cross is significantly lighter. He'll take the time to drop by the Good Spirits and drink equally light, draw out a cigarette and light it, wait until the light outside's gone and find himself too awake to return home just yet. So he sits in the forest against a rock, arms folded while he barks sharply to his empty left-hand side:]
Are you going to teach me more or not?
[He returns home with a few little burns here and there, as expected. But at least he can create bigger blasts of fire. It's more than he was hoping for. Somewhere in this day, he fancies he'll have to talk to Vash about what's to come.]
Re: [ action ] GRUMP GRUMP GRUMP!!
... Sounds like you've had a lot of experience with the element.
[Wolfwood's never one to let a glare bog down his calm replies, though. Especially from a kid; he's dealt with quite a few temper tantrums and genuine livid replies from the orphans.]
It was a dark little joke I should've been more careful with. I'm sorry.
[ action ] IT'S THE ONLY WAY, PREACHERMAN.
She's really gotta work on accommodating for people with weird senses of humor. Probably lucky Longshot isn't around here today- or maybe it's not lucky because he'd have kept her from being so...well, obvious. Gotta work on not giving things away, too. Don't mind her sulllllking her way backwards a little and ignoring the first statement like a boss.
wat is apologizing for jumping down a guy's throat]Whatever. It happens.
Re: [ action ] IT'S OKAY, WOLFWOOD'S A PRO AT FIXING THINGS
... I was going to try learning water, but... Ha, maybe I should work on learning how to actually swim first.
[NOT ASHAMED THAT I'M A GROWN MAN WHO CAN'T SWIM, OKOK. :(]
[ action ] TOTAL PRO.
Just work on floating. Unless you're in a place that's completely underwater, it's usually all you need.
[ If the place is completely underwater, then there's no surface to get to and you'll just die. :|b ]
Re: [ action ] TOTAL PRO.
You all make it sound so easy... But I guess you probably learned how when you were younger, too.
[He itches the back of his head, grinning.]
My world... didn't exactly have anywhere to swim in, really...
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Those things always look better when you're not stuck under them. [ Must really suck not to be able to swim, bro. ]
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Yep, sounds about right as far as deadly goes. ]
Maybe you should've just been born in a world with more trees, Spiky. There's a lot more to hold onto.
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True, it'll be the same for every planet, no matter where you are.
Some people just aren't very good at appreciating what's worth appreciating.
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