Nicholas D. Wolfwood (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
notabluesbro) wrote2011-09-06 05:50 pm
notabluesbro) wrote2011-09-06 05:50 pm
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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.))
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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Mmm. I thought the least I could do was fix it for him after- ow!
[She's stuck herself in the finger with her needle and immediately puts it into her mouth. Hello, here are some puppydog eyes]
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He crouches down and whips a clean, white handkerchief from his pocket; it might as well be called the 'Just in Case Milly Hurts Herself' hanky. He presses her finger tenderly and leaves it.]
And a little spacey, while you're at it.
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I guess my mind has been wondering a bit more than usual lately.
[Sets her sewing aside for a moment and scootches the kitten out of the way- sorry Orenjineko, sweethearts get priority over kitties for seats on the bench.]
Is your arm feeling any better today?
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Doing a lot better, yeah. Now it's just a matter of being impatient while it heals up again.
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Well you better not be too impatient otherwise it will never heal up properly and you might end up all twisty and funny looking.
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