24th Confession [Partially Accidental Video/Action]

[notabluesbro]

Ow, ow, ow, ow!!!

[This morning is starting off excellently, Wolfwood. Just peachy.

Ugh, what a headache. What a bodyache. They didn't have to be so rude about kidnapping him. Once the drugs have started to wear off and he can walk in a straight line, he'll retrieve the journal slung open against a tree and speak up into it, now that he notes it's recording anyway. Whelp, at least the journal was trying to offer an act of kindness. Even if it did squat... Nah, right now he was too worried about a.) Amelia's problems with Legato, b.) Vash being a dumbass while sick, and most of all, c.) how Milly's doing.]

[video]

Looks like I'm back. How long did they have me this time? [He makes a fist and presses his back grumpily; they also managed to give him back his clothes. How sweet.] And I think I actually got it good this time; no problems as far as I can tell...

...

Did I miss anything? Please tell me it was at least peaceful around here.

[Because we don't all have to come out of this annoyed, right?]

[action]

[You can catch him fully clothed and walking through or out of the forest. Maybe he'll stop by the restaurant or the bar. Gotta refuel myself, ya' know. Little does Wolfwood know, he's actually effected by his shitty luck mallynap: he can't answer any question untruthfully. Won't this be just good fun for a certain spikey-headed bastard. Otherwise, he's doing just peachy. B|]

Comments

[notabluesbro]

Hmm. Poke fun at friends who deserve it, drink, try and learn from the spirits, maybe play a game of darts. I've had enough excitement from home that I don't need much here—I guess I tend to be a little boring.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

Hey...there is nothing wrong with a healthy dose of boredom. Sometimes, it's probably healthier than the alternative.

[notabluesbro]

Hell yeah, it is. I'm too used to all that unexpected adventure crap. It's fun in the storybooks, but not so much when you're just trying to get to the next town.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[a laugh] The thing about stories is that they never really tell you all the details in between.

Things were pretty eventful for you back home, then?

1/2

[notabluesbro]

[When he speaks, it's in a casual, low voice, and for a moment it looks like he's looking at distant memories.]

You could say that. I've handled a gun since before I even knew my ABC's, really. Ended up working out for me when I traveled around, since I had an orphanage to keep a float...

[He doesn't even realize what he's saying at first—like he doesn't realize he's speaking aloud.]

[notabluesbro]

[His eyes fill with a stunned realization, and he looks up, confused. What the hell did he just say? Because that was not what he was planning to reply with.

Not at all.

He lets out a hushed, low word, more like a sigh,]

...What...?

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[her expression shifts at the mention of the orphanage, a connection sparking there, but his confusion wipes away any response she might have been planning.

She meets his surprised look with one of her own, brow furrowing]

What's wrong? ...You okay?

[notabluesbro]

[And he very quickly replaces the surprise with a sheepish rub of his head.] Ah, I'm okay—I answered your question differently than I'd meant to.

[UGH, he was just going to say it was nothing and he just thought he saw something, or an answer equally suspicious. But no, he's just saying exactly what his mind's reacting to.]





... I think the malnosso might've did something to me...

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

Done something to you?

You mean- [her brow furrows. The only time she's heard of the Malnosso effecting individuals instead of a group is when-

her eyes widen just slightly] This past week-

[and, because constantly interrupting yourself is always fun, she cuts off again. Because if he was saying what she thought he was saying, the last thing he'd want is more questions]

[notabluesbro]

[Give him a sec, he's facepalming.

Okay. Phew.]

Yeah—I think they're making me answer questions with whatever my mind's thinkin'.

[... AKA, being honest. B(]

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

....That's problematic.

[Jilly's a fairly honest person....now. But it's not hard for her to imagine how quickly that could take an awful turn]

You hadn't noticed before now?

[notabluesbro]

It, uh... hadn't really come up.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[oops]

[she's careful not to phrase the next bit as a question]

If you felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to go rest I wouldn't be offended.

[notabluesbro]

... Thanks. [Truth is, he'd much rather run off and hide from this new revelation. But then... fuck it. He relaxes.] Well... actually, I wouldn't mind hearing if you had any stories with friends, yourself.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[that gets a smile, and she leans back on the stair, her hands resting on the cool stone] Stories I can do.

From here? Or back home?

[notabluesbro]

Which ones would you prefer?

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

Well, if I'm going to tell stories, I've got more from back home than here, really. Painting murals on Archie's wall was fun, but it doesn't really make for great tales.

[she glances at him, something tickling her memory so that she smiles] Back home, though... my best friend's girlfriend was stolen by a ghost.

[notabluesbro]

... Stolen by a ghost, huh?

Probably not one of the best things to get kidnapped by.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[her head tilted slightly] I think she was happy, in the end. But it must have been hard.

He showed up outside her apartment every time it rained. Just...pacing. This guy in an old fashioned outfit.

She tried to talk to him, and when he couldn't hear her, she tried to touch him...and she just disappeared.

[notabluesbro]

... Why did she just disappear?

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

He stole her back to his time.

The ghost, I mean. My best friend was just left standing in the rain.

[she's more serious, now, the story-telling lapsing into the simple recounting of events.]

Geordie didn't believe it at first, but I found a picture of her in a thrift store a few months later, all old and yellowed. Her and the ghost, back in the past.

[notabluesbro]

Geez... Are stories like this typical, in your day to day life?

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

Well, not identical.

People aren't usually disappearing off the streets into other time periods.

[but she doesn't exactly sound weirded out, either]

[notabluesbro]

But then, usually... ?

[Finish that for me, lady, because I'm damn curious.]

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[a laugh] Nothing usually. It's not so much about one thing happening as...a whole bunch of things that we tend to ignore.

You know how the there's always those things we can't explain? People say deja vu or they were imagining things or "it was like a dream" and then they come up with the most likely explanation. And sometimes that's true enough...but there's also those things that we just can't accept, so we make up other reasons that sound more believable. Because explaining to the cops that someone you know was kidnapped through time, or that goblins are hunting you down because you accidentally picked up something that belongs to them doesn't usually go over well.