28th Confession [Lotsa' Action/Video]

[notabluesbro]

[Wolfwood had been taken Sunday night, but surprisingly, they didn't keep him for long. Monday afternoon spat him right back out onto normal Luceti grounds. And to what? To being miniature again. Four years ago, Nicholas had ventured Luceti, looking unkept and nervous. Now, he's still unkept, but in a way that seemed to just be a lack of caring—clean now, free of dirt, but still carrying the bruises of struggle. Where they were once from running amuck on the streets of Gunsmoke, they were now marks of success or failure during training.

His hair is always a mess, of course. Who needs brushes. :|

But that's the least of his concerns! He's more occupied with his cross. Yes, that big, hulking cross, you know. The one Wolfwood could carry without any difficulty? Well, Nicholas has his, and he's busy with huff-puffing across the forest with it. It's on his back, but he's not the usual straight, dignified 20-something. No, he's hunched and might as well be relabeled The Little Engine That Could.

... time for a break. He sits under the trees near the lake, careful to keep away from it, and runs a hand across the journal. He remembers this place... though he never thought he'd be back. Four years may seem long, but really, it's hardly any time at all, is it? The 12-year-old opens the book up and looks at the set-up, remembering.

This button, right?]

[Video]



This thing's working, right? Is this really Luceti, or am I just having a weird dream? Feels real enough... but... I didn't—I mean... I didn't remember it. Why didn't I remember anything? [He runs a hand through his hair.] I shoulda' remembered something like this... even just a little, I definitely woulda' remembered.

[... Hm.]

Say, anyone knows if there's a kid here with long blonde hair? Blue eyes? Name was Vash. Did he make it back home, or...?

... Guess I should find a way back.

[And so he goes, with some effort at the 250+ lbs on his back! And he's a little lost, because while he remembers Luceti, he doesn't remember it that well to know his way through a dense forest. If anyone'd like to help him out or run into him, that'd be super duper. Otherwise, when he finally does get back to the village, he's hitting up the bakery after walking around to recollect his bearings and memory. One may find him in said bakery with his crazy-ass cross that's still an entire head taller than him, munching on a plate of sweets.

:|;;; it's so tasty okay

And of course, he'll give the strawhat kitchen a visit. He remembers you, Sanji. Very well. You and your shitty kitchen. Hmm... Challange accepted. He'll consider this task training, too. CAN HE GET PAST ANY OF THE OBSTACLES?! CAN THE FRIDGE BE OPENED WITHOUT DOOM AND DISCORD THIS TIME?!?!]

((ooc: all replies coming from notpunishingyet ))

Comments

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Gotcha.

[In to the kitchen she goes!






There might be a loud SNAP! after a while. :|]

[notpunishingyet.livejournal.com]

[...





o... mygosh]


... C-cupcake lady?

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[No answer. WHAT DO YOU DO.]

[notpunishingyet.livejournal.com]

[U-ummmm... Whelp. CHIVALRY IS NOT DEAD!

I'll just slide a gun out from a holster under my jacket and slide on into the kitchen quickly]

Miss Nami?!

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[GASP, SHE IS--

--making a sandwich like nothing is wrong. Because there isn't. Though honestly, the gun out part took her a bit by surprise, trolling and all... Nami grins.]

My hero. But were you going to threaten the mousetrap with that?

1/2

[notpunishingyet.livejournal.com]

....

[A-ah.

He... lowers his gun. Slowly.]

I-I just thought...

[notpunishingyet.livejournal.com]

...

You didn't reply when I called for you.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Didn't hear you. Sorry. [AKA she is mean. But.] Roast beef is okay?

[notpunishingyet.livejournal.com]

... A-aa, yeah... That's okay.

[he'll just look down and make a face like he's been accused of something

cruel adults ;;]

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Mm. [It's okay, she'll make you the bestest most delicious sandwich ever, kid.]

Pretty good of you to come check on me, though. You know how to use that?

[She's wondering how early you started carrying a gun.]

[notpunishingyet.livejournal.com]

[He looks down at the gun, nodding.]

Mnn. I learned a while back, but I've been getting a lot better lately, now that I'm training.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Yeah?

...when did you start?

[notpunishingyet.livejournal.com]

Uh... I don't really remember. I think I was seven. [He sits at the table, thinking.] Chapel says the orphanage I'm from listed me as a newborn when I first came there, so I think I'm 12 now.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[...wow.

Nami's face is unreadable as she puts the sandwich on a plate and sets it down on the table for him, before turning back and pulling out the milk.]

That's pretty young. Must've been hell on your wrists.

[notpunishingyet.livejournal.com]

[He utters a quick 'thanks' before biting into the sandwich.]

It was pretty hard at first. I didn't have to use a gun much when I lived on the streets at least, though; some people shot at me, when I snuck in their houses, but I was always really quick.

[... Sounds a little proud of that? Just a little.]

But now Chapel's taking me in, so I'll be really good at shooting, when I'm done there.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Yeah? [...should she be asking these questions? This isn't a side of Wolfwood she knows at all. But she can't quite help it, her back to the kid at the table, stirring chocolate into a glass of milk.] Pretty early to be starting that line of work.

[notpunishingyet.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs.]

S'my uncle's fault. He was a really crappy guardian.

But I don't mind. It's what I'm best at, besides living on the street. If I keep working hard, I'll be strong and I'll be able to take care of other kids who can't take care of themselves.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[...oh. Kids.

You make her sad, Wolfwood. :c But she smiles as she turns, putting the milk on the table.]

That's pretty brave of you.

[notpunishingyet.livejournal.com]

W-well... I'm used to taking care of myself, but sometimes I wished I had someone else to worry about... Not just me.

It's kind of stupid... I dunno.

[mikanthief.livejournal.com]

I don't think it's stupid. It's only natural to want that kind of thing.

[notpunishingyet.livejournal.com]

Yeah? You think so, really? [He looks up, giving pause.] Chapel told me to be careful about that. That having people too close can be dangerous for the job, sometimes... or for them...

[mikanthief.livejournal.com]

[...]

It can be. Letting people get too close can make things really complicated. But shutting them out completely is just as bad for other reasons.

You just have to find a balance.

[Not that any advice she could give, good or bad, has any real impact now. Wolfwood's all grown up, after all.]

[notpunishingyet.livejournal.com]

I don't know... I don't think I should have people like that.

If people found out I did, they might try to hurt 'em. I wouldn't want anyone to get hurt because of me.

[mikanthief.livejournal.com]

You should let them make that choice. Maybe they can look after themselves.

Or maybe they just think you're worth it.

[notpunishingyet.livejournal.com]

... [BACK TO EATING HIS SANDWICH

But he flusters at that.]

I-I guess. Letting them make their own choices isn't a bad thing.