Nicholas D. Wolfwood (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
notabluesbro) wrote2011-03-16 01:13 pm
notabluesbro) wrote2011-03-16 01:13 pm
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]
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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Sanji could lie, of course. And he's damn good at it when it's necessary. But this isn't going to be just about him, should the crew's actions exacerbate the situation like he senses it will. Everyone they call a friend could be in trouble.
He keeps his eyes on the glass he puts down, silent all the while. Then checks to see how many cigarettes he's got laying in his pack]
About to get messy.
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...
How messy, exactly?
[While he's not sure why, he's confident Sanji won't just end it there. Sanji doesn't seem like one to bring something up and then mask it over with half-truths.]
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[He doesn't know how far this might reach - only that it will, and that's enough cause for worry]
Nami-san was attacked during the draft. [Almost killed] And that wasn't the first time shit's happened.
[Frankly] So it's about time we pay her attackers a visit.
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I'd heard she'd gotten attacked. Is it who I think it was?
[There weren't very many people on that list that he knew of, that'd attack someone.]
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[Sanji knows damn well. But on that off-chance, he doesn't want to cripple someone else's name... though if Wolfwood thinks they'd attack a lady, maybe they deserve the shitty notoriety.]
... And there were two.
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[Wolfwood's been attacked by him for no reason, so it's pretty obvious he'd be the one to do something this stupid.]
... But I don't know the second one.
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... Her name's Nu.
[Not Nu-chan anymore, he thinks quietly, and almost wishes dropping the honorific would lessen how he feels about his captain attacking her. Cornering her. Using her as bait to draw Yuber out so the entire crew can deal with him.
... And then he remembers Nu sticking around the battlefield, no doubt to make sure Nami stayed down.]
A close friend of Yuber's. And pretty strong, despite what it looks like.
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[A beat, as he brings a cigarette to his lips, thinking over the situation.]
... Right. Are you guys going to be okay, dealing with people like that?
[Yuber wouldn't hang around with someone like unless they were dangerous, right? It just seemed weird otherwise, to think it.]
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[flicks some ash off his cigarette] Save it for them.
[His voice is as unwavering as his faith in his crew. They'll handle this.]
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That's too bad for them, then. I haven't prayed for the living in years.
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I don't doubt that shitty demon will keep targeting us. [A heavy pause]
He might go after our friends, too. [Which is the biggest part of this that doesn't sit right with him, though he won't regret his actions]
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I'll keep a look-out as best I can, if he tries anything. But for now, the only thing you can do is focus on step one: kick his ass. After that would be a fantastic time to fret over things. You can leave that to me and whoever else knows about this, for now.
[He takes a drag of his cigarette.]
But before it gets to that--if you're in need of a hand any time, even if you're probably damn prepared, don't hesitate to call. [a little smirk] I may not be able to jump 30 feet in the air, but I can do enough.
[AKA you've got back-up if you need it in any way, so don't deny it if or when you need it, chef.]
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When did he start confiding in you, Wolfwood? You and your damn good advice]
Alright. [Smirk = full-blown] I'll keep you and your shitty guns in mind.
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Fantastic to hear.