Nicholas D. Wolfwood (
notabluesbro) wrote2012-01-12 03:07 am
31st Confession [Voice/Action]
Ugh....
[Yeah, nice to see you, too, village; Wolfwood here is just frowning at her return-outfit.
... Wait.
Yeah, that's right, Nicholas has become a Nichola. Not that she really... knows this, because she's always been a woman. Obviously. She's at least grateful to find they left her a complimentary box of cigarettes for her troubles in the malnosso's camp. At any rate, she's stuck in one of her casual white button-ups, which leaves little to the imagination, chest-wise; typical for her, but —]

Y'know, I'd really love a decent pair of pants right about now; complaint number 1,460 from me, I know, but I can be picky when I wanna' be. Anyone know how long I've been out? [a puff of wispy smoke, followed by cold breath] Wait. Don't tell me.
Journal's pointing out I've been thrown right into the middle of a New Feather cycle...
[a click of the tongue, as she clasps her smoke between her fingers]
Huh. Well, welcome to Luceti, amigos. Hope you enjoy your stay... for whatever that's worth.
[Better start moving, Wolfwood, before your feet go frostbitten. And she should probably... address her absence. But honestly? When you're gone for the umpteenth time thanks to the Malnosso, you start getting even more casual than usual. Is this a good thing? Of course not. But it's a Thing.]
Hope my cross is still in one piece back at the house, anyway? Insurance girls, needle noggin? Amelia? You guys around? Looks like their crappy experiment on me finally wore off.
[She's hardly shy as she journeys back through the forest, into the village. First stop—pants. Need them. Black ones'll always do. Black coat. A decent pair of shoes. She'll be at the clothing department, wandering toward the trigun house, or make her way through the forest. Maybe drop in on the bar once she's got her clothes on for a quick drink to dull the headache that sometimes comes with a return.]
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[Yeah, nice to see you, too, village; Wolfwood here is just frowning at her return-outfit.
... Wait.
Yeah, that's right, Nicholas has become a Nichola. Not that she really... knows this, because she's always been a woman. Obviously. She's at least grateful to find they left her a complimentary box of cigarettes for her troubles in the malnosso's camp. At any rate, she's stuck in one of her casual white button-ups, which leaves little to the imagination, chest-wise; typical for her, but —]
Y'know, I'd really love a decent pair of pants right about now; complaint number 1,460 from me, I know, but I can be picky when I wanna' be. Anyone know how long I've been out? [a puff of wispy smoke, followed by cold breath] Wait. Don't tell me.
Journal's pointing out I've been thrown right into the middle of a New Feather cycle...
[a click of the tongue, as she clasps her smoke between her fingers]
Huh. Well, welcome to Luceti, amigos. Hope you enjoy your stay... for whatever that's worth.
[Better start moving, Wolfwood, before your feet go frostbitten. And she should probably... address her absence. But honestly? When you're gone for the umpteenth time thanks to the Malnosso, you start getting even more casual than usual. Is this a good thing? Of course not. But it's a Thing.]
Hope my cross is still in one piece back at the house, anyway? Insurance girls, needle noggin? Amelia? You guys around? Looks like their crappy experiment on me finally wore off.
[She's hardly shy as she journeys back through the forest, into the village. First stop—pants. Need them. Black ones'll always do. Black coat. A decent pair of shoes. She'll be at the clothing department, wandering toward the trigun house, or make her way through the forest. Maybe drop in on the bar once she's got her clothes on for a quick drink to dull the headache that sometimes comes with a return.]
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That somehow manages to get her focus.]
W-Wolfwood?! [Except it can't be. Not that she's ever really checked
ew, but Amelia is pretty damn sure there should be significantly fewer boobs involved in this conversation.Wolfwood turns into a girl and steals Amelia's fashion sense, geez.][voice]
Heeey, Amelia. Hope I missed out on the shifts this time around?
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Amelia is just going to sit there. Staring.
Staring.]
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...Staring.]
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All things considered, it doesn't help much.
Maybe she should try this again.]
...Wolfwood?
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You're acting a little weird.
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Face. Palm.
Seriously, much the same reaction as Amelia; not one at all, until she hears the word 'needle noggin' and looks a little closer. And then she just shakes her head and wonders what she should even say. If anything
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Welcome back. [Well, that's a start.]
...let me know if you need to borrow any clothes.
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N-no, I...think it's better you get your own ...panties. Yup.
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Something wrong? You sound kind of off today. Don't tell me something happened while I was gone...
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typos everywharrr
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So when he hears this strange voice over the journals he opens it up and starts to speak. Maybe she's nearby and could use a coat if the Malnosso sent her back in that dress.]
Are you in the woods? I might be near-
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Alright, I'll bite for once. What the hell are you laughing at?
Unless that's how you welcome your friends back from trying ordeals.
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Do you often wander about so undressed, or am I just lucky the Malnosso saw fit to give me a whole outfit rather than half?
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I believe you need these far more than I. [With that Adele folds the long dark slacks she'd been looking over for a proper size, they were too long for her as it was, and offers them to the half naked and all but exposed woman next to her.]
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I'd definitely say you're one of the luckier ones. You know they've been nice enough to send people in completely naked before? And in the dead of winter, too. It's amazing how few people don't lose their fingers or toes just getting here.
[She drags on the pants, not particularly shy about the fact that she's half-naked to begin with.]
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[Action] dammit, dw-login, I said wolfwood >:^[
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[Poof!
Milly has suddenly appeared on top of the bar, looking utterly perplexed to how she even got there in the first place.]
Aw nuts, this is getting really boring.
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Staaaaare.
Yep, this is me right in front of you, pouring myself a shot.
:| Give me a moment to realize my main squeeze isn't mallynapped anymore.]
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...goodness it must be awfully cold with your bosoms out like that, person I have never met before but who dresses vaguely like my husband.]
S-sorry. I seem to be having a little trouble with the hiccups....
And winding up in funny places whenever I do.
I hope I didn't scare you!
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And we're done
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/bows
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2/3 I lied
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