notabluesbro | 23rd Confession [Voice/Action]

[Fine, he tells himself—he might as well check out the journal; while he's normally on top of things (you never know what crazy shit's gonna go down), he's been pretty laid back, he'll admit. It's been calm, despite the last event. He's managed to just relax and take it as a small vacation, or some sort of half-assed blessing. Yeah, he'll go with that.

And now, to pester the new people.]

[VOICE]

Welcome to Luceti, all you new people out there—do I have some samurai out there? Gunslingers? How about the ever-popular pirate? I swear, I've never seen so many in one place before. [Granted he'd never seen a pirate in his life prior to Luceti, but eeeeh, whatever.] I'm starting to notice this place has just about every type of person around. Well, except for people the size of mountains. I imagine it wouldn't be very comfortable being around this rough terrain, actually.

[a thoughtful hum] I imagine some of you are from the usual interesting places... space? The desert? Worlds full of dragons or monsters or swords that're way too big to be lugging around?

[and a beat]

And don't forget to speak to your local spirit, around here. Just avoid the fire one—he's a real bastard.

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Hey, how the hell long has it been since we've had a drink? I think I'm feeling game for a few rounds. Unless you're too busy having hair contests with porcupines.

[So it goes, things feel a little more normal again. He prefers it; the days where his cross sits unused in the corner of his room are pleasant ones, to say the least. Granted, poor Amelia's stuck in there house now thanks to the hideous hand she'd been dealt in the last shift. He makes sure to check in with her in the apartment to see if she's settling well enough, before giving himself a breather outside on the path with cross in hand. As much as he enjoys the whole 'not using it' thing, he's gotta keep himself sharp.

You never know, right?

By the time he's done at the battle dome, chipping away at the usual horde of 50 or so moving targets ~~that totally look like bandits,~~ he's ready to get on home and hit the hay. Uneventful, for the most part. It's one of those times where the clock seems to be at 7 in the morn' one moment and then 11:30 at night the next.

He slips into his room after dinner, and smokes on a cigarette as he gets ready to end one day and start the next.]

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[He'll avoid it 'til the ends of time, if you'd let him. 3:|]

Eeeh, it's mainly a mind thing. Talking with the spirit'll teach you how it works, but it's hard to explain until you actually work on it. Think of it as tapping into your focus.

That sort of thing. Even if it sounds crazy at first.

[Don't worry. She won't.]

What about this place doesn't sound crazy?

[But if it's really a mind thing, then Amelia can use it to fight against Legato. She's never been a spiritual person, but with that incentive, it's definitely worth looking into now.]

Where's the best place to start?

Nnnnot Eferin. I'd try for Nala first--she's the one who teaches you healing. Can be pretty handy when you're in a bind, I'm sure. I've been thinking of talking to her next, after I get this fire thing down.

[In theory it's a good idea, but Amelia quickly shakes her head.]

I need to start with one who can teach me offensive skills. Preferably quickly.

[...]

Why don't you like this Eferin one so much?

Well, I started learning from him when I was a kid.

[Wait, shit, she wasn't there for that.]

The Malnosso made me younger, and I thought I'd be tough shit by going to the spirits and learning what they could do; long story short, Eferin's got a fiery personality and we didn't mesh so well.

[Heh, he thinks about the cursing he's done already.]

You'll have to expect plenty of burns—though as long as you have a healer to take care of that, you'll be fine. Which is why learning Nala is probably a good first step, if you plan on chatting it up with Eferin.

[a beat]

You could always learn from the earth spirit. Or the lightning one.

[...yeah, Amelia looks distinctly confused at the kid remark. Good job Wolfwood.]

[But it gets pretty useful from then on, so Amelia's listening carefully. Eferin probably isn't a good idea for her, since she doesn't want to burden anyone else with this--or drag them into danger, should anyone uninvited show up.]

So I'd just have to find one of them?

Yep, that's all it takes. You'll find them around where they'd more than likely be. Eferin's a little tricky to find, but the water one'd probably be loudest around the lake or ocean. And the wind one'd be easier to hear out in the open fields, or near the mountains.

[At least it sounds simple enough. Amelia nods.]

All right. Thanks.

No problem!

[Sweeet. Starting back toward the door now kthnx.]

Excuse me, but I'm starving. You eat anything yet?

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[Yeah, sweet. Except Amelia opens her mouth to make it less so, when Wolfwood asks her about food.

...Right. Eating. That's important, isn't it?]

Not yet. I guess I could try making something.

[See how easy it is to avoid those things? I'm, like, the master at this.]

Well, we'll kill two birds with one stone. What's your kind of food, that you prefer?

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