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

hey, YOU'RE the weird one!! >:U

[notabluesbro]

[... Are you serious.

Are you watery-eyed.

What. What even.]

Look, I've never met you before. [... but. Luceti's weird. It throws curveballs—Vash learned this and Legato learned this. He grits his teeth in thought, before pointing an authoritative index at the dark-skinned guy.]

What do you know about me? Spill it.

AW YEAH I'M BACK *FLIPS A TABLE FOR DRAMATIC ENTRY*

[crybabyofdeath.livejournal.com]

[Yes, watery eyed... and from here on out the waterworks are only going to get worse. Funny how seeing your dead-best-friend-who-you-kind-of-killed-but-never-got-to-say-goodbye-to can have that effect.]

When I arrived at the orphanage... I had never felt so alone in my entire life. I cried for days and days... until one day you told me that everyone had the same story. That if I had enough time to mope then I should help. You taught me so much. [WIBBLE.] After I left... nothing had mattered to me anymore. I was led to The Eye of Michael by Razlo. We trained together as disciples of Chapel. You had been one of his students as well.

[If you Wolfwood been hoping that the topic would veer into more comfortable territory, or hope that Livio would at least have the common courtesy to shut his blubbering mouth then this was about to get so much worse.]

You were sent on a mission to follow Vash. But then... after the incident at Jenora rock you had betrayed us. In order to get to Knives you shot and paralyzed Chapel. After you had betrayed him... he set out to exact his revenge. Razlo and I were sent... to kill you.

[And at this point he'll just cry now because he can't really finish the part where he killed you at this particular moment. Or add in such lovely details like "Razlo is my psychotic split personality who by the way almost slaughtered the entire orphanage as part of Chapel's revenge plot"]

B| show off

[notabluesbro]

...

[Well. As much as he sympathizes with the story—well, yeah, nothing did matter after the orphanage, right? It all carries on in that sorta' way—he's far too busy noting the differences and similarities in the stories. Following Vash. Betraying his job. Chapel. He knew these things.

... However, a lot of it was off. And it suddenly hits him.]

You're from a different universe.

[He leans back into a bench, confused. And still with a shitty damn headache.]

You're from my world alright. And you probably know me.





... But you're not from the same timeline as me.

Oh hey it took me less then a week to tag you back this time *_*b

[crybabyofdeath.livejournal.com]

[He was wrapped up in his own personal angst for a minute there. Until-]

How--

[He kinds spazzes out at that.]

How is that even possible?!

\o/

[notabluesbro]

I don't know much about it myself, but I know this: you know things about me you shouldn't, but our stories don't entirely match up.

[He shifts, clasping his hands after fishing out a cigarette. Man is he tired. And still suffering him answering questions truthfully. But still.]

A while back... Knives appeared here, too. But he was different. Vash told me that he was definitely Knives, but... not the one he knew. They didn't match up.

... It's because Luceti can bring people from alternate universes, I think. Where things happen differently.

I REFUSE TO DROP A THREAD (...UNLESS THE OTHER PERSON DROPS FIRST) NO THREAD LEFT BEHIND!

[crybabyofdeath.livejournal.com]

How-

[He really is trying to wrap his brain around the concept that he's from an entirely different dimension then his friends now; but he is far too busy with freaking out over that fact at the moment. And it shows: shock mixing with anguish as he takes a step back. Should he even bother asking how that is really possible anymore? Time universes Should it really be such a shock that Luceti can pull people from other dimensions of the same universe as well?

Well. It was to him. If for no other reason then because it meant he was looking at a Wolfwood that wasn't his.]

How can you just stand there and smoke? Doesn't any of this bother you at all?

[Logically, he knows Wolfwood is a pretty chill guy, but this is still filed under "Things that deserve more of an emotional reaction then calmly smoking a cigarette." it's right up there next to "Things that deserve more of an emotional reaction then calmly enjoying some dinner." and I really tried hard not to just quote that. Screw the fact that Wolfwood is probably exhausted, because when Livio is in overly emotional and dramatic mode he's actually pretty damn self-centered so anything less then a freakout is clearly an inappropriate reaction.]

/o/ [shoves onward] 1/2

[notabluesbro]

I can stand here and smoke because I'm in another world, away from one where I should by all accounts be dead, facing people who can do anything their heart desires to bother us. The buildings fix themselves, there are voices in the air that tell me how to spontaneously use magic, and... Hell, how much more do I need to really say?

[So calm. So very calm. He steps closer to Livio, hand clasped around his smoke, hand in pocket.]

I've gotten used to impossible things happening. Impossible things happened the moment I woke up here.

2/3 LIES

[notabluesbro]

[... a smirk, after a beat]

Look, there's a damn easy solution to this 'not knowing' each other business.

[notabluesbro]

[He puts his hand out for a handshake.]

I'm Wolfwood—it's nice to meet ya', Livio.

[see, this was easy.]

[crybabyofdeath.livejournal.com]

[Funny how eerily similar this was to their first meetings as kids. Wolfwood seemed to always have that knack for beating down his outbursts with a combination of incredibly blunt logic and friendliness. So, after a moment of realizing exactly how right he is and generally cooling from his emotional meltdown he'll take him up on that handshake offer.]

Nice... to meet you too

[It'll never be easy for him to accept you aren't his Wolfwood ;_;]

[notabluesbro]

So, you were trained under Chapel, too?

[... Hnn.]

But I never paralyzed him—though, I did have to fight the bastard, but in the end I never actually killed 'em.

[... but Legato fixed that for him. Urgh.]

[crybabyofdeath.livejournal.com]

[Can you see that look of astonishment on his face? That would be because trying to picture actually being able to fight with Chapel, neither kill nor cripple him, and actually live to tell the tale is kind of amazing. Well, assuming he wasn't you know, dead. Which is precisely why that astonishment look turned into a more concerned one.]

He was a strong fighter, even if he was a terrible man.

[betting that this was the same between universes seemed pretty sound. If only because he couldn't imagine him as being anything remotely close to a decent human being.]

[notabluesbro]

[Wolfwood just offers a small shrug, cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he looked pretty content, about the whole affair.]

He wasn't too terrible, but he was damn pushy about everything.

[He looked up, toward Livio.]

When all was said and done, I couldn't bring myself to kill him.

[crybabyofdeath.livejournal.com]

[For a moment he's quiet. Yeah, his Chapel was pretty much terrible all across the board, and That calmness really wasn't helping much as it only further proved that even if this was Wolfwood it still wasn't his Wolfwood. He still feels kind of terrible about the whole "following his orders even if it meant killing his bff" thing. All in all? This was turning into a pretty depressing conversation for two people who had just met.]

[notabluesbro]

[Wolfwood lets it remain quiet for a moment, studying Livio before breathing lungfuls of smoke from his mouth and nose; he's a pretty good judge of character, and despite being wary of this new face he's not exactly making it hard to believe everything he's said.

But. He's got hunches from previous words, and he's not afraid—nor hesitant—to put them to the test. His voice is level, as if answering a question put before him.]

Hey, Livio... Did you go through with killing me, in your universe?

[Am I dead there, too?]

I can't believe I colored/uploaded this icon even though it doesn't match just for this expression

[crybabyofdeath.livejournal.com]

[That was the one question Livio could never have heard this Wolfwood ask and he would have been completely content with that. He's quiet again, if only because admitting it really tears him up. But well- he did ask and he was obligated to know the truth. So finally, after what felt like an eternity of agonizing silence to him he spoke up.]

Yeah.

[Right to the point.]

1/2 but of course! >:^|

[notabluesbro]

....

[notabluesbro]

[Heh. He shakes his head, a hand on the side of it, a low sound of dry amusement in his voice. It's all he can really ever do, about his situation back home.]

I don't get a break in another world, either? I guess it's just destiny.

Gosh it doesn't take much for Wolfwood to put him in emo mode, huh?

[crybabyofdeath.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't really have a response for that, quietly tensing up with regret and all the other negative emotions that swell up to bite at him again.]

ANYTHING can put him in emo mode :'D

[notabluesbro]

Well, guess it doesn't matter. I'm over it.

[Seriously. He's had a year to get over it. He's not dead right now, so what's the point of being depressed at bars anymore?]

And if the other Wolfwood is anything like me, he'll want you to get over it, too. He was your friend, right?

Now I'm just pictuing him dropping ice cream on the ground and sobbing

[crybabyofdeath.livejournal.com]

[Easier said then done, but he's working on it. Taking a moment for those words to sink in. It was true, his Wolfwood wouldn't want him to sit around and cry about it. In fact if he did that his Wolfwood would have to haul his ghostly ass back down from heaven and personally beat the emo back out of him.]

...I know.

[It's almost a shame he wears his heart on his sleeve, since he can't hide the fact that he went from "hurting" to "quite a bit less hurting" instead of completely feeling better.]

sounds about right!

[notabluesbro]

[After a beat, he just shakes his head. You're too depressing, guy.]

So if you know me, then you know Vash, right? Have you spoken to him yet?

YOU COULD NEVER UNDERSTAND MY PAIN! IT WAS THE BEST ICE CREAM I EVER HAD! /WEEPS

[crybabyofdeath.livejournal.com]

[It happens, when your life is mostly one depressing turn after another.]

We spoke once. I... landed on him when I arrived at Luceti.

[IT WAS GLORIOUS. Unfortunately it doesn't quite register in his brain that Wolfwood would find this absolutely hilarious right at this very second. Logically he should, but he's kinda a derp like that sometimes.]

1/2

[notabluesbro]

[well derp excuse me while i LAUGH AT YOUR MISFORTUNES!!]

Ahaha! Go figure—needle noggin has the worst luck with New Feathers. Heck, it wasn't too long ago when a pretty lady dropped in on him, too.

[notabluesbro]

... Hopefully he doesn't end up summoning anything the size of an earth worm. That would flatten the whole place.