notabluesbro | † Appointments Post †

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† Appointments Post †

This is a personal appointment post for anyone who wants to contact Wolfwood (

notabluesbro ) without going to the trouble of setting up a log/journal; as I'll say with all my characters, if you have any reason to contact him at all, go right ahead here! Voice, Video, Written, or Action is completely acceptable.

Please put the the month and the type of communication—i.e. [March 29th][Action], or anything in that sort of way—in the subject line (putting why you're there is totally optional; I'm sure I'll figure it out through the character eventually. |D).

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[Well this is a beautiful afternoon to be walking through the woods with your beau after a lovely lunch together.

And it would be a wonderful spot to lie on a picnic rug and cuddle for a bit too, only Milly is trying valiantly not to think about that. Even though she has dressed up for their lunch date and is feeling a little self conscious wearing pretty things like this.

It's worth it though, she thinks.

Now if only she could stop thinking about jumping on top of him and kissing him all over that would be wonderful. It must be the joys of spring getting to her.]

[Yeah, the joys of spring; it makes it hard to concentrated, after the other night; funny how well he was doing in this courting thing until you went and upped the UST without realizing it. But aaaah, he's a tough bastard. He can deal with it.

And hell, he was even able to handle having sandwiches for lunch without sporfling his drink all over the blanket, right?

... yaaaawn~]

It's starting to get into sleepy weather lately. Don't you think?

Mmm, you just want to stretch out in a sunspot and have a nice nap.

[All cuddled up and listening to heartbeats and being all cozy and sweaty and- dang it. There she goes again.]

I mean yes. Yes, it's nice weather for sleeping together- oh shoot. Um. I mean napping together. Not that other thing.

[Oh dear, now she's all nervous and twitchy and it's all her fault. Her shoulders slump a little.]

Dang it, I should just not open my mouth so that I don't keep jamming my foot in it.

[Oh, Milly. 3:^)

He just takes her shoulder and pulls her over reassuringly.]

That's all good, big girl. After all, it's way funner to see you get flustered.

[TROLOLOLOL, but still, he's actually pretty relaxed now. It's a great day for just sitting back and letting everything else move busily.]

[She blinks, cheeks a little pink, but she leans into him nonetheless. She leans her head on his shoulder for a moment, sighing comfortably.]

You're so mean, Mr. Priest. You can get me all bent out of shape really easy, but nothing ever works on you.

...unless you're not wearing a shirt.

[Oh, don't worry, I can bend into plenty of shapes.

COUGH COUGH]

...

Good point. [X[]

[Though... something's amiss. He can definitely hear a faint, unfamiliar noise, between bouts of quiet. Strange, and familiar... what's that sound, again...?

He pats her shoulder, suddenly a little concerned once he realizes why it sounds a bit familiar.]

Milly? [using your name, big girl, so listen good] Don't panic just yet, but I think we're being followed.

[The only indication of how much this new development bothers her is the way that she straightens and tenses ever so slightly. She turns to look at him for a moment, eyes a little wider than usual.]

I left my stun-gun behind.

[He nods a little.]

I don't have much on me, either.

[Shit. He abruptly comes to a stop when two figures--robotic in stature and soon showed robotic in body--emerge from the brush ahead of them. That's four or five, and they're basically naked of anything to stop them with.]

Looks like they're here for the usual kidnapping...

[But is it for her, or for him? He pulls her closer protectively as they come closer to the couple.]

Once they're set on something, they won't be stopping, either.

[She reaches for his hand and grips it tightly, looking between him and the robotic new arrivals nervously.]

Is that... Lost Technology? What's it doing here? Why does it want to kidnap us?

No, they're the Malnosso's little toys--made to come down here to take their targets back to the labs. [Grumpily, as he takes a step forward:] Isn't that right, you overgrown tin can?

[No reply, same as usual. Just the continued walking toward them, oblivious to everything else.]

Chances are they're only after one of us.

[She looks at him, and then the robot, then him again.]

What... what will they do if they get us?

[They can't take Mr. Priest; that much she's certain of. She just got him back.]

[He reaches toward the inside of his jacket, but then freezes. Yeah, Wolfwood. Like a shitty little gun can really hold back five droids. But he doesn't answer that question. Instead her pats her shoulder--]

Milly. Start walking to the side, okay? Toward the right.

[If the bastards don't follow her and keep advancing, then he can safely just given in without having to try vainly to kick their asses for your sake, huh?]

[She's not sure why he's asking that, but she does as he asks her, nervously looking back over her shoulder to see if they're still following. It's disconcerting to say the very least.]

What should we do?

[Huh. So it's me. Figures I have this kind of luck.]

There's nothing to do.

[That's a hideous reply, but it's the best he's got; the droids continue toward him, and then he takes a step backward, in a direction that isn't blocked by his would-be captors.]

... Go on home, Milly. I'll be back eventually, all right?

[But he at least draws the handgun from his inner jacket.]

Might as well get taken with a little bit of a fight.

What? What!

[And now she's stopped dead in her tracks, and is gripping onto his arms as tightly as she can.]

No! You can't go, you can't!

[Hnngh, now is not the time for this, Milly. You don't need to get yourself knocked upside the head over this, do you? He pushes her gently toward the direction she should be going.]

Just go, alright—?

[Aaw shit, here they come now—must not have appreciated all this waiting for them to finish their little problem. He'll apologize for this later, but he shoves her now; gives her a real strong one, pushing her down, just as one robot reaches out to grab him.

He fires two shots, barely scratching the top of one's head.

Figures. Juuust figures. Another arm grabs him.]

Milly, just go; I'll be back, okay?!

[But that's what he said last time.]

No! I'm not going to let you leave me, not again!

[There's a broken branch within sight. She runs for it, grabs it off the ground, and swings it like a baseball bat into the body of one the robots with a yell.]

I'm not letting them take you!

[The branch wallops into one of them with a loud, metallic clang. Unfortunately, it does little to stop the robot who responds by smacking Milly aside like she's a ragdoll. She goes flying into a tree and bumps her head hard enough to knock her out.]

[DAMMIT MILLY, why don't you ever listen to me??

Of course, his anger doesn't get to last for too long; there's a sharp pain in the back of his head and then a sudden crisp flash of white before he's fallen into unconsciousness.

Before long the figures are gone.]

[When Milly wakes up, it's some time later. Her head is throbbing, she's feeling a bit dizzy, and she's all alone.

She panics, calling out for him with increasing desperation, before realising there's not a damn thing she can do out here alone and unarmed. She feels sick to her stomach, angry and scared and achy.

Milly runs back to the village as fast as she can, smeared with mud and with a bit of blood caked in her hair, and is determined to find someone who'll help her bring him back.]

[Vash had a couple boxes tucked up close to his chest as he wandered around Luceti. He was searching for the new friend he had made here. He had found some games at the item shop and he wanted to play!]

[Nicholas had spent his time mostly wandering around the edges of town, messing around with the animals, or maybe playing around with a toy he'd hesitantly taken from the shop.

But now, he'd learned how to make paper airplanes, and spent his time flying them far, past all the snow, through the air. Of course, like with his snowball throwing, he wasn't expecting you to appear for him, again.

Stop getting in the way of his fooling around. :|]

[Vash is so entranced by the flying paper that he doesn't even think to move as it flies at him and smacks him in the head.] A-hh!

...

Can you do anything without gettin' hit in the head?

[Rubbing his forehead even though it doesn't hurt at all with a pout.] Of course I can!

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Around Midday, Wednesday 18th

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BACKDATED LIKE A BOSS TO Dec 30th 2010!

like a booosssss /uploads this icon just to have it

8D aw! It's cute!

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