21st Confession [Action/Written]

[notabluesbro]

[Action]

[Well, it's at least relatively calm despite that shitty shift earlier. Which means he can go right back to helping with decorating the Great One Church for the festivities. If you guys wanna stop in and wish to the altar for the usual Great One blessings (there's always that fesitval traffic flood, around this time, man), come on in! Father Wolfwood'll be around to say hi. Or be in the front smoking after a few hours. E-eheh, there's no law against smoking priests, right?

And afterward, he will stop by family houses to make sure everyone's all settled. After all, people had a lot of stuff moved around lately, right? So expect an annoying preacherman to be on your doorstep; does he make himself at home? Pffft, if you're a brother or father, of course. Otherwise, he'll ask politely. Isn't he charming? B)

Then. He takes a nap at the lake. Because it's pretty nice weather out here, huh? And as he rests, dreams make his mind rest elsewhere—dreams of his wife, of course. It's hard to forget what those bastards did; when that 'third party' killed her in cold blood, and then almost killed him as well... The scars across his torso are proof enough. He can't thank the Malnosso enough... It's especially hard, when the festival rolls around. It was Rem's favorite time of the year. All that celebrating really got her happy. Hard to say whether or not he should be fondly cheerful, or depressed that she's really gone.

... Whelp, he wants to avoid worrying Milly over his own thoughts, so he'll try to stay quiet about it.]

[Written]

Anyone have a memory about the last festivals that they're fond of more than others?

[Filtered//Written to Milly]

How would you feel about dinner tonight?


[[ooc: So Wolfwood's a widow in his AU—Rem (yup, the one from Trigun |D) is his AU dead waifu, and Milly's the gal who's helping to heal his broken heart, poor fella. Aaand in one particular fight Rem was killed and Wolfwood was almost killed, so he's a little bitter about his inability to protect her. Wolfwood'll be busy with another post later on in the event, but have at him here, too, while he's in a decent mood. 3:^)]]

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[nowordsrequired.livejournal.com]

[What about future son-in-laws? 8|a]

[notabluesbro]

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knock, knock~♥]

LMAO Why is that icon so fitting

[nowordsrequired.livejournal.com]

[Having just gotten back to his apartment after a long day of work, Longshot was just getting ready to settle down and make some dinner when he hears the door.

Gee, now who could that be? He leaves the soup he was making to simmer while he goes to answer the door.

...Blink. Is it too late to shut it?]

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[all7seas]

[Jack Sparrow is getting married at last, and, in his mind, not quickly enough. Raine suggested they have the ceremony after the Festival sometime, and Jack will hold her to that. Of course, though, they must first find someone to marry them, and had agreed on Father Wolfwood--the obvious choice. Thus Jack believes it is highly fortunate to come upon the other man resting by the lake.

He'll try not to startle him.]

Erm......Father Wolfwood, sir?

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[notabluesbro]

[Lucky, lucky, he's found him at a good time. He blinks from his place on the ground and tilts his head back to look at the upside down image, and then offers a grin; well, well, if it isn't Sparrow.]

That's me. What can I do for ya today, Jack?

[action]

[all7seas]

'Allo, Father! I've some happy news---me and Mistress Raine are to be married. And we'd like for you to officiate, sir.

[Written! Filtered!]

[stungunning]

Why Father Wolfwood, are you asking me out on a date?

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[notabluesbro]

[He smirks behind the pen, before writing back.]

Only if that's what you want, Ms. Nanny.

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[stungunning]

Oh yes please, I'd like that very much.

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[endthem.livejournal.com]

[how about the oldest of that set of three weird orphaned brothers? You know-- that suspicious one, kind of creepy, who lost an arm in the Third Party attack that killed their parents years back? Yeah, him. He's relaxing at home, just waiting to not be bothered by priests]

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[notabluesbro]

[Well, shit, he might as well check in on the creepy one; he worked on and off at the orphanage, and it's a good point to go check in on them. Not to mention, he's Vash's sister's guy... and Lord knows Vash dislikes you. Greatly.

... Wolfwood at least kinda sorta likes you. Sorta. Wolfwood's gonna be knock-knockin' for a usual little 'how ya doin'.]

[action]

[endthem.livejournal.com]

[a guy trying to take care of his little brothers can't be thaaaat bad, right?

It takes him a minute to get to the door, and he's looking pretty beat once he opens it]

Oh. ...Hello.

/resolves to tag ALL OF YOUR PUPS in this AU

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[Ginko will be passing by, the drifting smoke reminding him he wouldn't mind pausing for the same. He pulls a cigarette out of his pocket.]

Hey.

YOU'RE SENDING YOURSELF DOWN A DANGEROUS PATH!! 8U!!

[notabluesbro]

[A sleepy blink or two, before he notices the guy passing by—oooh. He knows this guy. 8D]

Ginko, hey. Where're you off to, this pleasant afternoon?

/GOES BOLDLY

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

Nowhere in particular. [he pauses] Busy day?

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[notaboy-gtfo.livejournal.com]

[ No worries, dad, Smellerbee's got your back with the church-decorating today, odd little spider-monkey-girl that she tends to be.

Maybe the huge festivities thing isn't her cup of tea, but as far as she's concerned, there's really no reason to wind up ruining it for anybody else. If people have an excuse to be cheery, let 'em.

Besides, decorating can still be fun :| ]

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[notabluesbro]

[A normal dad would say 'OMG HONEY DON'T SCALE THE CHURCH YOU'LL HURT YOURSELF'. But this is not one of those dads; hey, if your little angel's a nimble tomboy, you let her be a nimble tomboy. He leans in on the post while she's at work for some teasing.]

Your fiance would be a great slave for labor, if you need someone to climb with.

[ action ] yeah okay seriously everyone ever

[idkmybffroy.livejournal.com]

[ Hm. He gets the sense that a relative visitor is afoot today- the lack of sheer unmanly joy accompanying it indicates that it is not a granddaughter.

Must be one of those sons of his instead. BUT HEY, HE'LL TAKE THAT. ]

Re: [ action ] you're drowning by now. 8Db

[notabluesbro]

[Pffft, whatever. I'll just be coming into the house like I own it. Likewise, he notes there's no joyful, unmanly noises, so there's no grandkids over.]

Knock, knock?

[Written]

[daisy023]

My last festival before training.

They were my last days as a civvie. It was the last time I saw a lot of people.

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[notabluesbro]

Ah, I see...

You'll be attending this one, then, I hope?

[Written]

[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

--Well actually, my late husband proposed to me at one of them. [Her husband which... died when her twins were very young, that is. Accidents do happen even if I have yet to work out who he is or how it happened sob and widows unite and such

/watch as I make details up as a I go]

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[notabluesbro]

[A small smile, though he understands the bitter sweetness for memories of what isn't, now.]

I met my late wife at one, personally. Definitely one of the best festivals I'd been to, though knowing her, she'd want us to out-do it as many times as we can.

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[seleniahymn]

They each have some fondness attached to them... [There was the first festival she took part in throwing, the year she and Asbel went as a couple, and the first one spent as parents with their oldest child.]

What would yours be, Father Wolfwood?

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[notabluesbro]

Hm... That's a tough one. I guess it would be meeting my late wife at one. Or maybe it would be the one around when 'Bee was born... I've been through quite a few of them, actually.

Makes me feel a little old.