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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Tell me about it! Devil's never been associated with anything good, as far as I know!

... Besides Devil's Food Cake.

[Huh.]

[Well that's strange...]

Are you allowed to like Devil's Food Cake, Mr. Priest? Aren't you only supposed to eat Angel Food Cake?

[dfsdflkjl, ahahaha you are killing him internally with the dorkiness of that reply.]

Oh, no, I'm not allowed to eat it at all! Only Angel's Food—it'd get in the way of the Lord's word!!

[So official-like. I'm such a good priest.]

[Well now she looks crushed.]

Oh.

[He glances at her.]

Hm? Something wrong?

[Watery smile.]

Oh no, not- I just... picked up Devil's Food Cake because I thought you might want it, but you can't eat it. I'm so silly.

[Hmmm... Well, this is Milly, so this should be a synch to fix.]

.... Does your cake have little horns and a bifurcated tail on it?

[What a very strange thing to ask about a cake.]

No?

Then it's not the cake I'm supposed to avoid. Not at all! It must be a different Devil's Food Cake.

[Blink. Blink.]

[Smile.]

...There's nothing wrong with you eating Devil's Food Cake at all, is there?

[PFFFT, he laughs. Damn, you got him. |D]

Nope, not at all!

You're terrible! You just said that to make me feel bad.

[She's not mad, she's laughing along with you and giving you a little dig in the ribs with her elbow.]

Now you need to go and buy me lots of pudding to make it up to me and maybe then I might forgive you.

Aha, but there's no need to buy anything, remember? You can have whateeeever food you want, at no price at all. [He smiles at that, because maybe, just maybe, the image of Milly building a giant pyramid of pudding cups came to mind. Maybe.]

Oh that's right, I forgot. I keep forgetting that things are very different here.

...but you should still get pudding for me. It's the thought that cou- what's so funny?

Oh, nothing, nothing. You said I should get you pudding? I'll have to make a special shelf in the apartment, just for you, huh?

That sounds like an awful lot of trouble, maybe I should just go and look for a special box to keep it in. It could be my pudding treasure chest!

[Smiles happily to herself.]

You know, when I was a little girl, I used to have a treasure chest that I kept all my special things in, and I hid it under the floorboards in my bedroom so that Little Big Brother couldn't find it.

Special things? [Curiosity...

must ask.]

What sort of things?

Oh, you know. Treasures and things, like pretty pebbles I found playing in the yard, or shiny bottle caps, nice flowers. Once I found a piece of glass that got all worn down and smooth so it looked like a beautiful green gemstone, and I pretended it was.

[She realises that this makes her sound silly and laughs a little.]

I guess it was all old junk, but I didn't think that when I was little.

Hey, hey, nothing wrong with old junk. My poor bike was old junk, but I liked it anyway! [... God, we left that in Carcasses; I'd been working so hard on fixing it, too. ;;

Fucking death.]

I don't know—I think kid's versions of treasures are better than the real things. Don't you think?

Angelina isn't junk, she's a classic.

[She unlinks their arms and instead takes his hand, giving it a little squeeze before threading her fingers through his.]

I think that treasure just gets different when you get older. I still have lots of treasures, I just don't keep them in a box anymore.

... That's right.

[God, this is all sentimental. Not that he cares.]

It's not all boxed up, really, is it?

[She shakes her head.]

No. I keep it all right here with me, all the time. All my best memories and feelings, and everybody who's special. They're my real treasures, and I take them with me everywhere I go.

[...]

[...]

Or they go places with me.

[Heh. He grins at that.

It's pretty easy to today, really.]

Nothing better, right?

Right. That's the thing about real treasure, nothing can beat it.

[She can't keep that happy smile off her face either.]

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