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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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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