notabluesbro: ([Curious] Ohohoho is that so?)
[Wolfwood's annoyed. Vash was snatched up just as things were getting calm, so to appease his gnawing aggravation over needle noggin's surprise vacation, he took to the lake more often; shockingly, he was getting pretty good at it, and as the days wore on, he was clearing more distance without stopping for a breather. Not to mention, staying stationary in Luceti meant losing muscle mass, and he had no room for losing the ability to tote that heavy son-of-a-bitch gun.

Of course, that talk with Sanji a few days back had him thinking. Always thinking, this one. He sits under a tree by the lake, still wet from the swim, with pen in hand. The question really takes him back. Reminds him of Vash and the girls, and of himself.]

[Written]


Hey, a question—how many of you were nomadic? Traveled from place to place, not really labeling one single town or house as a home?

[....]

And what d'you think of being stuck in one place?

[Afterwards, he starts back home after practicing Fire and his just recently sought-after wind magic (he spends a great deal of his time dealing with the spirits, now, because getting better and stronger was important; protecting people was important). Catch him on the way back if you want, or out training in the fields, or prior, at the lake. Whatever floats your boat.]
notabluesbro: ([Smile] Gun and Glasses BB)
[Action]

[Well, it's at least relatively calm despite that shitty shift earlier. Which means he can go right back to helping with decorating the Great One Church for the festivities. If you guys wanna stop in and wish to the altar for the usual Great One blessings (there's always that fesitval traffic flood, around this time, man), come on in! Father Wolfwood'll be around to say hi. Or be in the front smoking after a few hours. E-eheh, there's no law against smoking priests, right?

And afterward, he will stop by family houses to make sure everyone's all settled. After all, people had a lot of stuff moved around lately, right? So expect an annoying preacherman to be on your doorstep; does he make himself at home? Pffft, if you're a brother or father, of course. Otherwise, he'll ask politely. Isn't he charming? B)

Then. He takes a nap at the lake. Because it's pretty nice weather out here, huh? And as he rests, dreams make his mind rest elsewhere—dreams of his wife, of course. It's hard to forget what those bastards did; when that 'third party' killed her in cold blood, and then almost killed him as well... The scars across his torso are proof enough. He can't thank the Malnosso enough... It's especially hard, when the festival rolls around. It was Rem's favorite time of the year. All that celebrating really got her happy. Hard to say whether or not he should be fondly cheerful, or depressed that she's really gone.

... Whelp, he wants to avoid worrying Milly over his own thoughts, so he'll try to stay quiet about it.]


[Written]

Anyone have a memory about the last festivals that they're fond of more than others?

[Filtered//Written to Milly]

How would you feel about dinner tonight?


[[ooc: So Wolfwood's a widow in his AU—Rem (yup, the one from Trigun |D) is his AU dead waifu, and Milly's the gal who's helping to heal his broken heart, poor fella. Aaand in one particular fight Rem was killed and Wolfwood was almost killed, so he's a little bitter about his inability to protect her. Wolfwood'll be busy with another post later on in the event, but have at him here, too, while he's in a decent mood. 3:^)]]
notabluesbro: ([Smile] We'll be okay.)
[Morning ritual: sit up groggily, smoke a cigarette, kick stupid cat back out of bed after the umpteenth time. Fortunately, he'd managed to not want to pop Vash's head off his shoulders today, so he takes this as a good sign. And after he manages to regain his thoughts and get some breakfast in him, he cracks open his journal to see what's what.]

[[Filtered from Legato//100% Unhackable by Nami  see Vash he said he was working on it |D ]]

So there's a shitload of new people... Hard to think I've been here this long, but you veterans probably snicker at a few measly months, right? [The sound of smoke leaving him, and it's obvious now he's been at the same usual bad habit.] Good to see these new guys got to miss the crappier part of this place, at least.

[And a charmingly added:]

It's not so bad when you get used to it, promise.

[Wolfwood really didn't find too much eventful this fine morning—it was a little chilly out, so he coiled himself in a black scarf, but... it was strangely relaxed today. It's something he feels ill-prepared for, even. Along his route of wandering, the preacher-man happened into the item shop on an interesting day; he'd spent so much time referring to the dangers of his world, he didn't consider that the neutral or even... nice things would snake their way into Luceti.

As such, he found a small weathered chest the that he could carry under one arm—a familiar one.

He drags it out, sits on a bench, and inspects it... and the first thing he happens across is a picture. He's not sure whether to burn it or laugh, so he just looks at it for a moment, noting the withered edges and shitty weathering. What a blast from the past. Like looking into the face of time.

He can be found here by whoever wants to be a creeper, or on his way back home with his cross on one shoulder and this small chest on the other. Clearly, he works out. But alas! Something slips out of the back of the chest without him noticing and floats quietly down to the ground.]
notabluesbro: ([Smile] Devious)
[Wolfwood was neutral about Halloween, really—while he thought the get-up was interesting, there was no way in hell he was going to run around in a costume. Well, when he finally did decide to brave the outside...!

Oh. Just a traditional priest uniform with a nice coat and a cool cross rosary. How damn lucky of him. Maybe this weird Halloween event won't be so bad after all yeah, see you in six days, Wolfwood. So he'll just be walking around looking less chest-flashy and more man-of-godly, but the cigarette and signature cross is still present. Actually, come to think of it, a priest walking around dark settings always sets a spooky mood, right? Someone really should show him The Exorcist sometime.

When he finally does turn on the guide, he's sitting on a bench noting the interesting decor around the plaza.]


So, anyone lucky enough not to get embarrassing costumes?

[He grins, puffing on a cigarette.]

I haven't worn one of these in years. The collar'll drive me crazy by the time this is over, I swear—but it doesn't seem like I can get rid of it.

I'm guessing it's the same for everyone else, eh?

[Oh, and btw, Kuroneko's lingering nearby dressed in this, too.]
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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