notabluesbro | 19th Confession [Action/Voice]

[Aaaall right, so it's been pretty eventful lately. With Amelia and Milly popping up, like most people, out of nowhere, Wolfwood's busied himself with being shell-shocked at the latter and humored at the former (it really is all true, Amelia, promise). With Knives and Legato still MIA (perhaps they'd left entirely? but he's not one to hope on that), not to mention, he's found himself just a little more relaxed than usual. And hey, the injury on his arm is just about healed up, to boot. Nothing much but a few stitches that were about ready to be removed. Of course he knew it was only a matter of time before something crazy happens again buuut... he'll take it one step at a time.

Firstly, he stops by the weapons shop to see if any ammo came in for his guns, because you can never have enough lengths of bullets for your machine-gun-cross. He also goes off to the forest to practice his fire in the forest, because he honestly hadn't done so in quite a while and heard the damn fire spirit's nagging voice every time he passed by the usual spot.]

Insult me all you want, it isn't going to get this fire any taller. Hell, I'll probably just make it smaller to bug you.

[And suddenly, a coat sleeve on fire. Whoop.]

Geez, geez, it was a joke! [patting it out, and then a beat] Fiery little bastard.

[He's been focused on just this one element for a while now, and the progress is felt in the explosion of fire he's able to make. When he was a kid, it was just a little fire at the end of a stick, but now--he's at least able to create fire as tall as he is.

And after that he'll go ahead and stop by the bar for a drink--even at Sanji's bar, maybe, despite the fact that curlybrow was going to give him A Look over the recent developments. It's overcast with murky clouds, but that hardly puts a damper on anything; Wolfwood rather likes the cool, muted look, himself. He also sights a little something at the item shop while he's out.]

[Voice]

So, Luceti. I've told a ton of people about my crappy little desert planet, but I'm curious--what's the landscape of your worlds like? The weather? Anything that you miss from it, or anything that you're glad you're not dealing with? It's been biting at me lately to ask.

By the way, welcome, new people. The name's Wolfwood, and I hope you have a fairly uneventful stay here--though, 'hope' is a very key word. But if there's anything you guys need, there's plenty of help around, myself included.

[after a beat--]

[Filtered to Milly]

Heeey, I think I found something of yours at the item shop.

[a big, violent gun-related thing. :|a]

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[Oh, how simple and small-minded these humans were. No concept of thinking of something beyond a box.]

It is best put as I have lived many lives and witnessed many of the turning points of my world.

And what kind of world does that resemble, throughout time?

[And now this is where they get a glimpse of how Nosgoth once was and what it has become...]

It was once a land of beauty, verdant and filled with life. Then when the Guardian of the Pillar of Balance, Ariel, was slain, it fell upon Kain to be ordained from birth to become a scion of Balance and sacrifice his life to restore the Pillars to their former glory. However, he chose to move against Fate. Kain refused the sacrifice, and so the Pillars fell and crumbled away, later become the seat of power for Kain's empire. It was during this time that I served him in my second life, my soul brought out of the land of the dead and reborn as a vampire. I served loyally for Kain alongside my brethren, each of us lieutenants to the man who had become godlike in power.

Despite the fall of the Pillars, there was still life lingering in Nosgoth, humans and animals were common and knew their place beneath the vampires. It was only when I dared evolve and possess wings before Kain that the world seemed to spiral out of control...

[Place beneath vampires, huh? Uuuuhuh, he's not agreeing with that.

But he asks on, anyway.]

And how did it spiral out of control from there? Jealousy toward you?

Jealousy...perhaps. The entirety of his motives are still unknown to me, but what I am sure of is what he committed next. He tore the bones from my wings, leaving them but horrid, tattered rags from my back. And then he ordered my brethren to cast me into the Lake of the Dead, an execution for vampires for water burns us like acid.

For time unknown, I was left to suffer in the Lake, burning pain as skin, flesh, and organs were seared away. I awoke to find myself in the lair of the Elder God, but that is a tale for much later.

When I arrived on the surface once more, there was nothing but decay and barren wastes. The skies were clouded and polluted, humans had become hunters of witches and vampires, no better than the mange-ridden animals that roamed in twisted packs. The Pillars were a long-abandoned memory, simply a monument of dust for spirits to haunt. As for my brothers, they twisted their territories to match their centuries of evolution.

[Hoooly shit.]

It's a wonder you're still around, considering what they did. So, are you looking for some revenge against this guy and his group?

My questing has left me with all but one of my brothers slain by my hand. Each one I found in their own domain, and challenged them there. With their defeat, I gained deep knowledge and evolved, adapted to possess a lesser form of their unique traits.

As for Kain...for all he has done, even ordering the extermination of my entire clan...he still seems to be the most honest man in a room completely populated with liars. Moebius, the Guardian of the Pillar of Time, has manipulated and draped veil after veil before me, teasing me with the thought of slaying Kain and achieving my vengeance, only to reveal the trickery and deceit at the hinge-points of my journey. He seems to be far too involved and enveloped in completing the turns of his hidden machinations to be trusted or believed more than the thinnest of grains.

Sounds like you have your work cut out for you, minor victories aside.

Kain has become almost secondary compared to my want to cut away the puppet strings being toyed with by the Elder God and Moebius. Kain's trickery since my hunt began have become overshadowed by the vulgar manipulations and deceits that so-called Guardian and his deity have engineered. If I have come to embrace anything since my fall, it is suffer not the puppeteer to live.

So you're planning to take down Elder Gods, huh?

God, singular. One penultimate slithering eldritch creature of tendrils and arrogance. Ancient as he might be, there must surely be a way to slay him. If Guardians of the Pillars can be murdered and the Pillars can crumble, so must even gods be able to die. Nobody lives forever.

[... just one makes it even more interesting. So one rules 'em all?]

Careful, amigo. That last line can easily refer to you, too, if you're not too cautious.

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Oh, how too horribly I know this. Every waking moment, I realize how close I have been to seeing that end...

[I had nearly been forced to fulfill my destiny, trapped in the physical Reaver Blade as its soul-hungering spirit. If not for Kain's intervention during that turning point, when the coin toss had finally landed upon its edge...]

[A smirk.]

But you haven't seen it yet. So you're still in the runnings.

If only avoidance could be a factor. Do you believe in Fate?

[Ha. He jokes around about fate a lot... but when it comes to if it's really true or not? He's not a clue.]

Not sure. Is it a fact, in your world?

Fact?...perhaps it could be called that. It is more a "certainty", at least according to writers of prophecies and those who wish to remain in absolute power. It's what has been called the Wheel of Fate, the inevitable, monstrous machination that haunts every being of Nosgoth. All except perhaps me.

Then you're the kind of guy who can prove fate's avoidable?

Kain himself proclaimed I am of free will, not bound to the Wheel of Fate. He found his coin toss that landed on the edge when I was being devoured by the same sword that is destined and foretold to hold my very spirit and soul within it. Kain found that instant where history and events could be changed, where one could throw another toss of the coin, a better one. Drawing the sword from me, he saved me from becoming trapped within the blade, altering everything in history that was to span from my capture!

But even still, I have my doubts. A fear hangs like a cloud over me: did we truly avoid fate...or simply delay it? Is one of true free-will still doomed to enact what destiny foretells? It's all maddening, really.

Well, everyone comes to an end. If you wanna label 'fate' as death, I guess we all have that in store. Everything that has a beginning as some sort of ending, sometime, somewhere

... Well, most of us.

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