23rd Confession [Voice/Action]

[notabluesbro]

[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.

[FILTERED TO VASH // 70 PERCENT UNHACKABLE]

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.]

Comments

[action]

[stungunning]

[It's late, Milly's in her big yellow PJs and she's just about to go and fix herself a cup of hot milk before bedtime when she notices that the light is still on in Wolfwood's room. She taps on the door and pushes it open, pretty sure he won't mind her coming in unnanounced.]

Mr. Priest? I was going to make some hot milk, would you-

[And the words on the tip of her tongue stop dead as she sees that he is without a shirt and his entire lower torso is riddled with vivid, angry scars, and suddenly she feels a terrible stab of grief hit her in the same place and the gasp that escapes is completely unbidden and unwanted.]

voice

[cuteobsessed.livejournal.com]

Samurai, check!

...Why the hell would you wanna talk to a guy who could burn your face off? That just doesn't seem smart.

Huh, Vash has probably been kicked out of his room for Amelia hasn't he?

[goldenglasses]

Oh, I don't know. When's the last time you haven't threatened to spike my drink?

voice

[byakkoyagirl.livejournal.com]

I'm from a boring city, in a boring normal world, with no super cool things. Boriiing.

[She sighs. Man she hates being reminded of all the cool worlds, it isn't fair...]

[breaks_destiny]

I had never seen a real pirate before coming here... Actually neither Gunslingers. Samurais yes... Kind of.

[action] Vash gives up his room, he can say he got Amelia into his bed?

[thedicearecast.livejournal.com]

[Amelia looks up from her own journal at the knock, her hand moving to the gun she keeps in reach.]

Who is it?

[ voice ]

[idkmybffroy.livejournal.com]

Give it time. It might just take longer to get the mountain-sized ones transported. [ Pirates, samurai, gunslingers... Just calling out all the weirdos aren't you, Nicholas. ]

[voice]

[whichwayagain.livejournal.com]

[Hey there Preacher! It's been awhile.]

Don't you think just saying it like that will freak some people out even more than they already are?

...Plus, I don't think you have much room to be commenting people carrying around massive anything.