notabluesbro | 22nd Confession [Action/Voice]

[For the past two nights, Wolfwood'd been dreaming some pretty odd things. The first night consisted of... giant robot spiders... and—Vash, what the hell are you doing in his dreams? And why are we storming a place full of bandits? And his sister, he dreamed of her as well... He's never had such vivid images pass his vision before. Not just vivid, but so unusual. And then 'memories' he when he was a child...

No. No... Why would he ever dream of something like this?

The second night consisted of a lot of disjointed 'dreams', too, but the worst one—the worst one—woke him out of a dead sleep and kept him awake for most of the night; he took a calm, quiet walk around his apartments to calm him down, but what met his eyes wasn't entirely calming. A creature. He was sure of it. The outline was inhuman, and its eyes.... For a moment he was frozen in surprise, and then sequentially frozen in panic. But it just stared blankly for another moment and ran off into the dark.

He remained awake to keep an eye out. If there really was something unnatural in the forest, he wanted to make sure it didn't try anything stupid, even if he couldn't do much about it. As the morning sun hits Luceti, he runs a handful of hair through his fingers and decides he should bring it up. After all, everyone else seemed to be having dreams. He was curious, for their sake and his.]

[Voice]

Has anyone... seen anything in the forest? A creature. I think I ran into something in the night that definitely isn't a regular around here...

[a beat, and then, lots of questions for lots of people]

[Filtered to the family (aka anyone he would check in on)]

Hey you guys, are you all doing all right? Having any weird dreams lately, like the others?

[Voice//Filtered to Vash]

Hey, needle noggin. Can I speak with you for a sec?

[Voice//Filtered to Amelia]

... Amelia. This is Wolfwood. Can you spare me a little of your time, if you wouldn't mind?

[After he makes those calls, he returns to the church for post-festival cleaning up... and sighs, tired. Something just felt wrong—and he worried for what it all meant. Shifts in Luceti are usually aggravating yes, sometimes a hurtful pain, but... for it to enter dreams, it was a first for him. As he cleans everything up to the way it was, he thinks about all the images that burrowed into his mind. No, he's had a good family, and a relatively peaceful life. What's with that cross—??

Once again he goes outside for a cigarette, but he sits on the church steps with his elbows at his knees and his gaze downcast. Deep in his own thoughts. Same old Nicholas. Must've got it from his father...]

((ooc: Wolfwood quota all filled up @_@; Ian, Sayo, and Elicia might be posting to the log for dream/beasty-related stuff))

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Nothing wrong with having a concealed weapon, just in case.

[YES I AM DEFENDING MY DREAM SELF, what of it.]

Besides, you had your own firearms. Kind of literally.

Literally? Did my arm catch on fire or something?

Ha, no—but your arm was smoking. I'm pretty sure it was a gun or something; you shot a few robotic spiders with it.

...a robotic spider?

Yep. We were on a bus with that Meryl gal and Milly, and there were giant robotic spiders. And then there was another separate dream where you and I stopped a building full of bandits from kidnapping some girl...

Meryl? I think I know who you're talking about. That short girl who was in your apartment when I woke up there the other day, right?

Huh, and it sounds like we were keeping ourselves busy in your dreams. Robot spiders and bandits?

That's right. [It seemed like you were running away from something, and I had to drag you back in the right direction.] ...This shift is pretty damn weird.

And you're sure this is a shift and not just some crazy dream that's reoccurring a little bit? [He says that as he remembers just how vivid his dream last night had seemed. It was almost as he could really feel what it was like being in a room with no gravity in it with Rem laughing near him.]

Something about it... It's not normal. Didn't you see? How vivid it was. The way it seemed so natural, like you were there, seeing everything, feeling those certain emotions... How unsettling it was.

How can it be anything else?

I don't know if I'd call it unsettling. [He really, really liked his, but he's not about to share that with you when you're so obviously shaken up over these things. No need to rub his good times with your wife in your face.]

[A small, defeated smile.]

... No, I guess they weren't all unsettling.

[Just the one's where I'm horrifically dying.]

[And seeing as they haven't had a matching dream JUST yet.]

Just... try not to let them get to you. They're just dreams right? I mean, they feel a lot more real, but they're still dreams. They can't hurt you. Just really, strange, real feeling dreams.

Then again, if they're really giving you problems you could talk to Paprkia.

... I'll think about it, thanks.

By the way, be careful around the forest. I think something weird's lurking around out there.

You think it's the Third Party? [He doesn't like them. They make him nervous for some reason as his left arm suddenly clenches into a fist.]

Could be. But it's still up in the air.

[He understands; boy, does he.]

...They have been pretty quiet lately...

M-maybe they've given up?

[He glances sharply at the journal.]

I doubt it.

They don't give up, even when you've got them at the end of a gun; they wouldn't just stop here and now.

I know... I know that. [He had kept doing his best to keep with Rem's belief that no one ever had to die, but it hasn't been easy. Not when faced with those that killed her and they refuse to stay down.]

... As long as you know that much, it's fine.

[He's aware of your no-kill policy.]

Just don't get yourself into any danger in the meantime, huh?

['Cause. Y'know. Lest we think too much about the day she died and we almost did.]