Nicholas D. Wolfwood

37th Confession [Written/Accidental Voice a While Later]

2012-11-13T09:35:39Z

[It's been a while since the... Well, since the draft. On the most outer part of him, Wolfwood looks like he's faired well enough—but a lot of that is just show, as it's always been. Vash went and died, Sanji's been distant, Nami's gone... The place was so tense, it was impossible to even cut through the thickness at a certain point. But then the New Feather's came trickling in, and with that comes his best performance, best attempt at making it seem like this whole thing didn't bring everything he's stepped toward crashing down over his head.

In terms of finding him...? Well, he's been volunteering to help at the Cloud Nine (has been off and on, but times have been pretty shakey, haven't they? He'll even have a drink or two before he leaves--nothing too big. It's still daylight and he's not a big drinker nowadays, even if he really, really wants to be.

He goes home, takes his turn to watch Noah. He takes the time to talk off and on, maybe write something to a question or two; usual business.]

[Written]

Welcome, welcome. Hope you guys didn't have a rough landing. Literally—how many of you fell out of the sky, got stuck in trees, the usual? I know the guide answers plenty enough, but hell, I got something else I wanted to offer.

If any of you want lessons on how to shoot a gun—how to take it apart, put it together, reload, just lemme know. Around here? We have plenty of reasons to have a gun. Especially if a bad shift hits. Or if we get assholes throwing dangerous temper tantrums at everyone else.

[When he stuffs the journal in his back pocket (it sits halfway out, like a newspaper in a paperboy bag; like he cares), he plops down beside the six-month-old baby and offers him a hand to grab It's about 30 or 40 minutes after his initial written message, and on par with the usual luck, sometime during his less guarded time with Noah the journal drops behind him on the floor—audio picks up a voice just distant enough to hear despite the muffling of the blanket.]

—geez, you really do got your mother's eyes, I swear. Lookit you, kiddo; we got pretty good genes for blending, huh? [A soft coo; he's probably wiggling fingers at the baby's face. Wolfwood's clearly gotten too used to this.] Lookit that. Hey there. Hey. You got your mama's personality, too, don't ya'?

[Noah giggles. There's a snort.]

Let's hope you got everything from her, huh...? Wolfwood's aren't known for their luck with... anything, I guess. Maybe one or two things, but they don't mean much. [A baby noise, and he let's the boy hold on strong to his fingers, off-screen.] You're strong though. In the way your mother is—not like me. And you won't ever have to worry about anyone treating you wrong while I'm around... Got it? No kid should ever have to feel like they don't belong; I know... I won't let it happen. Not again.

[A shuffle, as he picks Noah up, leans him against his shoulder. He closes his eyes. It's quiet for a long pause.]

Just... don't end up like papa. I've done too much to go back.

Just....

[...

The feed goes quiet. Answers to that won't show up for a good ten minutes.]

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36th Confession [Voice]

2012-10-15T02:21:04Z

[Wolfwood's not at his best today. Maybe it's because Katie has flipped her marbles more than usual. There's a cough, a sniff, a heavy rhythm of breaths; the small image on the screen is tilted awkwardly, showing a bloody chin and the edge of a mouth that's grimacing. He'd bother to cover it so there's no images to his voice, but he's sorta trying to recollect his bearings after dealing with echoes that he was not at all thrilled to see. He wipes at the blood that was dripping from his nose, looking more like he'd been in a particularly harsh fist fight than with any guns or swords. Or hit by a car. Yeah, maybe that one.

In other words, Katie is a dick who likes to flick things at his face. And make him see things that causes him problems.

But something's not right about it. Why—? She didn't seem that way before, not in the least. He knows she has an eye on him, but this...

No, something was definitely wrong. He leans back against the tree he's decided to sit under, ribs aching.]

I'm alright, before anyone asks; I mean, alright as in none of this is about to kill me just yet... Get to the clinic eventually, but Katie's lost it—nngh.

[Maybe shifting over that way isn't helpful. He spits some blood from a cut in his mouth. That was probably from the tree log she threw at him.

Don't worry, the log had a safe landing.]

The hell is going on with that kid? Anyone notice something's off with her? This isn't like her at all. Shit... If anyone can tell me anything, I'd be damn grateful.

[... He drags himself to his feet, the journal dangling in one hand while he fishes for a cigarette. There's the faint sound of him complaining behind a smoke:]

It's always me getting into this kinda' trouble...--

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35th Confession [video]

2012-08-05T05:12:36Z

Well, isn't this freaking fantastic?

[Hey guys. Guess who's upside down and stuck to his ceiling? Everything else is in it's normal gravity and positions, of course, so this isn't exactly the best shift he could have picked. Even worse, his journal is stuck on Blingee Mode, and it's not going away.

( cut for a hideous blingee gif. you're welcome. )

Not that he's aware it's ruining is perfect grumping face. Stupid shift week. It's ruining his fatherly duties here. And uh, maybe it was his turn to feed the stupid animals, he's not sure.]

Anyone have any interesting tales they've got from this one? I've heard of people's hair turning into brooms--go ahead and ask Vash about that, but I have pictures if he denies it. Maybe I'll make a few medals for 'weirdest shift of the week' for someone. Maybe then you'll feel a little better about walking through a door and ending up in the middle of the ocean, or something.

['NYEOW.'

Kuroneko skutters across the ceiling, right behind Wolfwood.

He sighs and gives up hope that he'll be getting down today.]

Looks like the lights are my only friends up here.

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34th Confession [Video/Possible Action/]

2012-05-09T23:59:44Z

[Well, it was three months in the making. Literally, making. But it's over, and Wolfwood's never been so relieved in his life; it was a bunch of paranoid, silly thoughts, ones that he was able to shove aside when everything had a good ending. It was good to know the Wolfwood lineage wasn't eternally damned when it came to healthy births and decent parents.

After he stays with Milly and the baby for a while, he supposes he should put up a quick mention that, y'know, everything went smoothly. While Milly's sleeping, he fidgets with the camera and let's the journal capture a picture of a little fella who looks something like this. Yes, this kid has a lot of hair. He totally gets it from his daddy. Of course, had he had his eyes open, people would have noticed he got a little of his mama to him, too.]

Looks like it's a boy, born 5:30 PM on the dot at a whopping 9 pounds, 7 ounces. [There's a sympathetic twang to his words, because wow; poor Milly, that is just... awful numbers, right there.] Definitely a healthy kid. Milly's doing good, at least. Nothing bad to report... save for a broken thumb, but I think that's a fair trade for the dad.

[His thumb, yes. He waggles it in front of the journal, but whatever. He gives no fucks to the injury ~~that his wife caused during the birth~~.]

We're thinking Noah's a pretty good name. Something cute that he won't be embarrassed about when he's older, right?

...

Noah Wolfwood. It's not a bad name.

[It's kind of surreal, actually, having someone else with your name. Not just a marriage, but an actual honest-to-god chunk of lineage. Now this little triforce is complete.]

Anyone got particular baby advice they wanna hand down? I'm sure Milly'd appreciate it, and frankly, I haven't helped with a newborn in.... well, a hell of a long time. I'm all ears.

[Orphanage, he misses you. There was maybe one occassion they'd dealt with a newborn, but the others who helped run it were a little more skilled at it than he was so he let them swoon and take care of her.

In retrospect, maybe that would have been good practice for him. AW WELL.

People're allowed to visit now at least, once Milly's awake and content with company (which she always seems to be). There are also the usual people working the clinic checking in to make sure everything's going well enough. Law gets his props for being on the ball and good at this sorta' thing.]

((ooc: there's a log up here for visiting after the baby's born, but if you want to visit here it's coolio, too! mainly just leavin' it open for you to do whatever your heart wishes. visiting logs will also have milly involved as well!))

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33rd Confession [Butt-Video... Voice... Video...?]

2012-04-18T20:52:35Z

[When the voices suddenly come on, the entire screen's black--prooobably because someone's ass is crushing the journal. Maybe Wolfwood's. Of course, he's too busy not noticing because-]

Iiii don't think that's right, needle noggin.

What? That's what the instructions say! You're just being stubborn because you got it all wrong...!

[there's the sound of waving paper] Ha, very funny, you being right.

I am right!

It's upside down, you idiot.... Why did I ask for your help again?

[...mumble mumble] There're so many steps...

[grumble grumble] It's a demon crib; it just won't let us build it. She's going to have a baby and we'll be stuck in the front mashing crib legs together--and could you get those damn cats outta' here! They're distracting!

Aww, what? They're just hungry! Maybe if someone fed them like a decent preacherman.

That's not my job! I don't want cats--!

[... Are you two married or something. Milly would wonde--CRACK]
....

Spikey.

... A-aha. Yeah?

Did you break it.
....

WOLFWOOD NOOOOOO [CRACK

Oh look, you can see the two of them now! Wolfwood is very sweetly bending Vash's leg at an impossible angle in the middle of a sadly wilted crib that VASH RUINED GODDAMMIT]

ERUGHGH!! I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY--

DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO FIND A CRIB IN THIS PLACE?!

UNCLE! UNCLEEEEEE!!! MY LEG'S BREAKING, AAAAA--

A LEG FOR A LEG!!

THAT'S SORT OF HARSH--EIEIEIEIEI!!

[[ooc: ... dual-post. enjoy two idiots.]]

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32nd Confession [Voice/Action]

2012-03-02T23:18:10Z

[Two days after he's tried to murder his best friend, Wolfwood finally feels the after-effects of the drugs in his system fading out. He's been beyond lucid the last 24 hours, but god did he feel the headache of it all after the fact. More importantly, he's been lying around in his bed thinking. Always thinking, this one. First thinking that shit, man, that was close, and then thinking holy shit Milly is pregnant. She's been pretty much attached to his hip since he started coming down from what was in his system, and they've had plenty of hours to talk about everything while he's settled under blankets with her. And of course, he's full of concern and doubt about himself and a lot of things.

It's not that he isn't happy. It's just all a big gray unknown spot in his future and hers that he worries about frequently. And now he worries for... their kid. Their kid. It's like he's in the twilight zone. He doesn't even know how to start. But he's by no means unhappy.

Whatever happens... it happens, he tells himself. That's all there is to it.

Well... first things first. He hasn't seen Vash since their unfortunate encounter on the 29th. So he pulls on his white button-up, skips a shave, and seeks him out. Of course, he feels gross from sleeping too much, but whatever. Moving's the only cure for that shit.]

[Filtered to Anyone Involved with Feb. 29th's Events // 30% Hackable]

Hey... Thanks for the help. Back there. I'm sorry I was so out of it, but you know how it is around here... Full of shitty surprises. I'll have to make it up to you guys sometime.

... [A sorta' half-hearted smile. He's too overwhelmed for complete snark.] Well, maybe not to Sanji. He clearly owed me for bumming my cigarettes.

[Once he finds Vash, he's off for an easy walk to get his blood pumping; he needs more cigarettes, after all. So there's the store to go to, and then he heads to the item shop and smithy to see if he can replace lost ammunition. Yeah, he comes out with a box under each arm. Gotta' keep on top, even if he almost shot people to death the other day. :|

... And yes. Of course you can find him at the bar. Duh. He really really wants a glass of sturdier stuff. But before that, he ~~hobbles~~ goes back to the forest and starts collecting any shells he can find; sue him, he feels bad for wrecking some of the place. It's a workout for sure, but it also gives him something to do while he straightens out his own mind. At the end of the day he's going back home to crash in a warm bed with his gal. This week has sapped the life outta' him, man]

[[ooc: Backtagging is very welcome, just for ref! People involved in the plot don't have to tag immediately, but I just wanted to get it out of the way!]]

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31st Confession [Voice/Action]

2012-01-12T11:25:45Z

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.]

[[ooc: wanted to get this out of the way! replies will come tomorrow, once my icons are set up; replies will be from notabluesgirl XD]]

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