notabluesbro | 27th Confession [Action/Voice]

[Wolfwood was happy to see the ugly scratch on his forehead was gone, and most of the flexibility of his good shoulder had returned to him. The soreness that would have dragged itself along in the days to come have long since passed, but he's far more annoyed at the sling he was forced to wear on his arm. Immobile. Unable to really carry his Punisher around (and that's just one of those weaknesses, on casual days, isn't it?).

Not to mention, with Milly on him about keeping rested and not getting into anymore trouble—just imagine the finger wagging and the never-ending questions about this and that and do you need new bandages?—he can finally wander out without feeling like a kid sneaking out of a window. But what is this? A few... confused, unfamiliar faces?

New Feather Time. Wonderful. Time to find a spot to sit and crack open that journal of his to check in on everyone. Everyone.]

[Voice//Filtered from Legato]

Sounds like we have some new people falling in. Or swimming in. Or climbing down. At least you don't have to worry about getting stuck waist-deep in desert sand here, now that that's all gone; I showed up there, and let's just say it's a doozy trying to get back to village life.

... But showing up in the middle of the ocean would have been pretty bad, too.

[He rubs his chin.]

Ahhh, shit, has it really been over a year?

[One extra year of living. He's pleased to consider it.]

How many people share a year here with me, huh? Felt pretty short.

Anyway, the name's Wolfwood; if you have any questions, I wouldn't mind answering them. Though I suggest the nice little list in the journal about anything and everything. Now that the draft is behind us, we might just have a moment of peace around here for settling down...

[If you want to run into him any other time, go right ahead. He's at the plaza, but he'll also stop by the weapons shop and walk out with a huge box under one arm. Despite the weight and the old wound on that arm, it's pretty effortless. Don't mind the kitten with the donut-shaped mark over its eye following him. That's just Vash's kitten. :|

He's a creeper like his mother. Can't shake him off.]

((ooc: if you signed up for a kitten (or want one, since there are still a few untaken), there will be an ooc post and an ic post by milly-mun about picking them up from the house! They're all ready to go.))

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Two years?

Must be weird to think about that first day here, right?

[There's a notable uncomfortable silence before her answer.]

Very weird.

[Primarily because she still remembers so little of it, between the Dark Kingdom influence back then blocking her true memories, and returning home only to come back with hazy memories of Luceti at first.]

[He can tell it's uncomfortable; he's very familiar with that sort of silence.]

I haven't heard from you in a while. You doing well?

I'm fine. Usagi-chan and I have been settling in; the house is quieter without Dil here now. [No mention of dual mallynappings here, no no.]

Aaah, someone went home, then. Sorry; that's always tough.

Never heard of an Usagi, though. She's a friend of yours?

Mm. From back home. She arrived about a month ago or so. A little more.

Oh, a friend from home's always nice. [... sigh.] Or maybe not do nice, considering how Luceti acts up. Has she been doing okay so far?

She's alright. I'll protect her here.

I believe that. You're a warrior, after all.

[Actually.]

Is she like you? A fighter?

[That's... a question she has no right answering for Usagi. But neither can she avoid it without seeming suspicious. She also doesn't want to lie.

But if she has to for now... Would he forgive her?

In the end, she goes with the truth but an indirect answer.]

We fight so that she doesn't have to.

... I see.

That's a pretty good reason to fight.

I believe so, too. [Not for a past, not even for a princess; but for Usagi and for her friends. For the world she loves.]

I'll keep an eye out for Usagi, if I see her getting into trouble, then. Never too bad to help each other out around here, right?

If that happened, please call me right away. [She won't deny Usagi other help; but she will want to be involved. She's not sure she'd forgive herself - or him - if it were someone else helping Usagi while Ami was nowhere to be found.]

I wouldn't dream of doing anything else. Promise. [Lucky for her, Wolfwood's reliable.]

In that case, thank you. [There's a certain seriousness to her voice that doesn't quite suit the subject.]

You know it's no problem; I live to help. [While he's just being smooth like usual, he means it. You're a nice kid—someone he's definitely willing to help out.]

There are people here who are very kind. You've been one of them.

Aaah, I try.

[You know. To make up for a lot of awful shit. But what can ya' do?]

[You can keep on trying to redeem yourself; like Ami does.]

Ah, and how is everyone else? [Vash, mostly.]

Oh, he's in the best of spirits. You'd think he was given a million dollars in bakery goods.

It's not far from true. Since everything is free here.

Aaaah, then that just might be it then! Hard to keep him down when there's a bakery down the way.

That sounds a little like Usagi-chan. I wonder if it'd be too cruel to send them to a bakery together.

Oh, god, that'd probably throw the baker into cardiac arrest, keeping up with them...

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