Nicholas D. Wolfwood (
notabluesbro) wrote2011-05-27 12:55 am
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24th Confession [Partially Accidental Video/Action]
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.]
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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...
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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?]
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[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 shittyluck 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|]
[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
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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]
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Okay. Phew.]
Yeah—I think they're making me answer questions with whatever my mind's thinkin'.
[... AKA, being honest. B(]
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[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?
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[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.
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From here? Or back home?
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[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.
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Probably not one of the best things to get kidnapped by.
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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.
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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.
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People aren't usually disappearing off the streets into other time periods.
[but she doesn't exactly sound weirded out, either]
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[Finish that for me, lady, because I'm damn curious.]
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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.
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Actually they looked like....hang on.
[pulling out her journal, she'll flip through the pages, brow furrowed. She was sure she'd drawn a picture of Goon one of the days she was feeling particularly... well, not homesick, but something akin.]
Aha...there it is. This.
[the picture she holds out to Wolfwood is of a little man with scrawny arms and legs, a foul expression, and a little round belly]
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Geez, I guess things really do carry over through the worlds; they look just like any goblin should. So I'm guessing all goblins are as mean as their faces look, right?
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He was...is...the housekeeper for my professor.
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I should find that more crazy than it sounds.
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