Nicholas D. Wolfwood

[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.]

[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?