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.]

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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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[A pause, maybe a beat too long.

And then a defeated sigh, somehow accompanied by a smile.]

I had a short dream with you in it, too. I was a kid.

[He didn't see the whole of it, but if he did he'd be far more confused, which is something of a feat. Still, having your little brother heal your injured arm when you're muuuuch younger than him? It was a strange thing, definitely.

He woke up when he asked if he could really sit at the table...

And then sat in confusion for a few minutes in bed to fall back asleep and keep on dreaming about Vash and Meryl and Milly and geez, he doesn't even know what to say about most of these.]

Were you? [Maybe it's for the best Sanji hasn't seen that one. It'd keep the grin off his face, when he needs it] Better have not tried any funny shit.

[...]

Oi. Is 'Bee in any of your dreams?

Tried to steal out of your fridge.

[But his own smile fades when he mentions his daughter. See... that's one of the things he wants to bring up.]

... No. None at all. Actually... I had a lot of dreams where I'm stuck in this desert. And the people who woke up in my house were the ones most prominently featured in 'em.

[But what could that possibly mean?]

Edited 2011-04-26 01:49 (UTC)

[I'm surprised I didn't kill you, is what he wants to say. But their time for banter is up, unfortunately. He turns serious again]

In your house. [And here he'd been hoping it was just some stupid coincidence]

What about them? They having the same dreams?

... Yeah. Something like that.

[We can just assume he's meet Amelia at the church at this point, to further ruin his day; Milly and Vash's accounts are plenty telling, as well.]

Actually... some of their dreams—some of them are a word for word account of mine, just in their point-of-view.

[Same events, different POVs - like it had actually happened.

He opens his mouth, ready to say something about this being one hell of an elaborate Shift - God knows he really wants to. How spoiled they are, in a way. If something strange happens, blame it on a Shift. That's how it's always been.

But he can't. Because he isn't sure anymore, what the hell this is. He says nothing instead, alternating between his usual mask of calm and growing unease]

Edited 2011-04-26 09:25 (UTC)

[Wolfwood sits and uses this silence to rewind and review all those dreams, all those images, and he just can't bring himself to utter a word of them. Not the ones that actually matter. Because he was raised in a good home; a little crazy sometimes, but a good home that anyone could be thankful for.

Why was he reading so much into this? It was just a Shift. That's all.

... That was all, right?]

I don't know...

... I dreamed I was a pirate.

[It comes out of nowhere, in a pleasant, amused way. His lips twitch] Pirate chef, to be precise. Guess there's some shit I'll never get away from.

[He says it because it's absurd. And odd. And maybe enough of a distraction that Wolfwood will stop looking so down.]

... A pirate.

[He laughs despite himself.]

A pirate chef--of course. I guess I can't either, because I was still the usual crappy priest in my dreams, too.

...

Only packing more heat than usual.

You? Packing heat?

[That sounds delightfully crazy. Explain, bro]

[snerk]

A cross about as tall as I am—a gun cross. Tell me that's not crazy? And I carried it around on my back just about everywhere I went. I was a damn good aim, too.

Ha.

Filled with holy mercy, right?

... Good guess.

[A-ahaha.]]

But it's the least of my surprise. Being in a desert fighting giant robotic spiders was weird enough, with or without guns and priestliness.

Desert with giant robotic spiders...

[That's almost as good as being swallowed by a whale and finding an island inside it, but Sanji doesn't say this]

Well, at least we know where your creativity went.

Hey, if giant spiders start popping up around Luceti, you'll know who has the prophetic genes in this family.

[I'm the churchman in the group, it's only natural.]

The needle noggin was there, and Milly, too. It was pretty damn weird.

Don't jinx us, shithead.

And this entire thing is weird. Y'know that caveman kid who runs around in the forest?

He was my captain. [just. Chew on that for a second]

[dude, why would I chew on that. i like don't even care--]

[Pfffthrm—!]

A—secret wish of yours?

About as much as you being stuck in a shitty desert with giant spiders is your fantasy.

Hey, fighting giant spiders with my cool cross gun is way more entertaining that yours!

[and maybe a tad depressing later, w/e, w/e]

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