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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Are trees special?

Very special. We need oxygen for our lungs, and trees make that—the air back home is pretty thick, but if we had more wildlife to work with, I bet it'd make life a lot more comfortable.

Not to mention—when there's plants, there's always water. And we're in pretty short supply of that.

Curious...your world sounds bleak in a different way, from mine.

I think every world has something bleak in it. I guess mine just happens to be one of those ones who has a little too much of it. Yours?

It's always night time. We aren't allowed a sun. And there is very little...color. Most things are in blue and black.

Blues and blacks? I'd probably get a little tired of those colors after too long... but then, I guess if you've always lived there, it's a different story, huh?

You'd probably hate all the browns you'd have to see, in my world.

I don't know. It would be a change, would it not? I like variety. There is little of it in my world, now.

Hmmm... What does one do in a computer world?

You'd be surprised. We hold games, go to clubs...do many of the things you would do in the normal world.

Huh. What kind of clubs would those be?

End of Line provides drinks and entertainment.

Drinks? You guys can drink, in your world?

I didn't think you'd be able to.

It truly isn't different from the outside world at the core. I am amused at how surprised you are.

Ha, well, Luceti's full of surprises for me. Though I guess most of us can share being surprised by wings, at least.

The wings are something I dislike. Useless.

Tell me about it. They're even worse than useless—considering they could end up getting you killed.

How does that work, exactly?

If one's cut off or hurt, you'll get sick. But if they're both taken off? You'll die, no if, ands, or buts.

...ah. [She frowns] I am encumbered again, then. [She had one more trapping that restricted her. Wonderful.]

... Again?

Used to trouble, then?

...yes. More than I ever wished to know.

Sounds like you had a lot to deal with at home.

[He leaves it at that, letting her be the one to lead this conversation where she wants it; he knows some things are better left unsaid.]

I got what I deserved, most would say.

Hey, if you need someone to confess to, I happen to be a preacher.

[Just throwing that out there. It's compulsive humor, at this point.]

What good would confession do?

And I don't know what a preacher is.

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