notabluesbro: ([THE FUCK IS THAT BULLSHIT])
[That icon is the face he made at first.

"You've gotta' be fucking kidding me—"


Wolfwood has been teleporting since he found Vash dangling out of a treetop, and now it just won't stop. Among his list of places he's randomly teleported:

1.) Into the lake. If you're passing by, you may notice either flailing arms (along with veeeery colorful curse words, or just... bubbles. Yeah. He really needs to learn this whole swimming business. It's so sad to realize he'd been talking about the dangers of lakes just a while ago. Don't worry, he's crossless, so it should be easier to heft him out? :|a

2.) Into your homes! Whether he's crashing onto your set-up breakfast table, falling into your bed, locked in your cabinets with the cleaning supplies, dropping through the fireplace, whichever you choose! Anything you can imagine in your places, go ahead and have him tumbling in or just randomly appearing.

3.) If you're around the desert, a hand suddenly shoots out of the sand!! Yeah, he got stuck and it sort of piled up from there. Unsurprisingly enough, he's used to this;

4.) A GIANT CROSS JUST FELL RIGHT ON TOP OF YOU. Don't worry, Mr. Priest is coming soon after.

5.) Just... walking nervously through the forest with his cross weighing him down. He's exhausted as hell, what with all this teleporting, and really just wants to go home and sleep in his bed. And hopefully not get sick.

Anything else you find suitable or interesting for him to appear, by all means go for it. :3c]
notabluesbro: ([Serious] You need to think for a minute)

[Waking up dazed and confused in a desert with wings on your back... after thinking you're dead... never really helps a situation. Last he checked he was inking out his last bit of life on a church floor. And now he's in a shitty pile of sand with black wings on his shoulders. He was either alive and tripping back home in Gunsmoke, or he was on the road to a less than impressive Hell. But... that's a forest in the distance? He must've been seeing things. Worth a shot, at least?

So he staggers for an hour like a confused drunk and finally makes it to this green, wondrous land, were he just... collapses near the closest stream and drinks until his poor lungs feel a little better. Of course, after taking a short nap under a tree, he wakes up to a fat drop of rain smacking him in the forehead.]

Wha...?

[Is that... rain? Really? That's... sort of a miracle. Lots of miracles lately, eh? The journal falls open and voices trickle out of it. So after staring at it for a few minutes, he... speaks at it. After all, looking crazy is better than sitting out in a rainstorm--

He can't believe he's actually in rain. Real rain, none of that feigned sprinkler crap. And the desert's so goddamn tiny...]


Hello...?

Why in God's name am I talking to a book...


Can anyone tell me where the heck this place is? I'd also be really grateful if anyone could point me to the nearest food stand... Mainly if it has a nice, sturdy roof and something either warm or alcoholic to drink...

[A thoughtful pause. His back did feel too light...]

...And, uh... if you've seen a giant cross sitting around, let me know, huh?

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