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[The feed seems abrupt, from black-to-color in an instant as it falls and flips open to show a... snow-drenched area...? No trees showing—just an expanse of bright blue sky and white off the edges. And then a noise nearby, off-screen—]

THUD.

[Something falls across the screen, and it's not quiet for much after that, because this is a stunned-turned-angry preacherman appearing in the video feed, back turned to the camera as he grabs the side of his head in complete shock. Or maybe it's rage. Or maybe, just maybe, it's both. One may be able to figure out from the snow, whipping winds, and barren area that Wolfwood is in fact on a mountainside somewhere.]

WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!

[Last he remembered... he was just walking around town, same ol' same ol'... and then some brown-haired kid glared funny at him and he was gone. WHY DID THIS HAPPEN WHAT DID HE DO—]

Ah—Achtoo!

[ ..... Thanks, Katie. |D]

[Of course, Vash wasn't the only kid Legato ran into. The ass confused the hell out of him, but moreover, he wondered if he really was going to be 'trained' by someone. Trained to fight, right? And he said he'd be skillful, too... But right now? He called him useless. Incapable. Just some stray dog.

"If you think yourself capable, that is something you must prove."

Nicholas wanders into town and takes a seat at a bench, with journal in hand. Considers using it—even if it is confusing, and even if he's not the kind to spark up conversation. Instead he simmers a little, brow furrowed, reaching down and shaping snowballs before throwing them at the nearest building ~~totally sorry if he doesn't see you coming around the corner or something~~. For some reason, he feels like he's done this before. Something about the whiteness of all this is familiar, but... ah, well. He's too busy trying to decipher what that blue haired guy told him.

He was worth something. Wasn't he? Or was what every said true...]

[Voice]

How do y'prove you're worth something...?

[After that, he decides to go back into the forest and try to talk with that Eferin guy. Things weren't as bad as last time; he even got to actually speak to him, without any running or cursing. Even if it meant sucking up to the bastard, just a little. He's in the forest, sitting on the gnarled roots of a tree, lighting and putting out the end of a thin twig. It takes all of his concentration, but it's worth it. His pants leg has a hole burned into it, but whatever burn mark was under it has been wrapped up by a ripped shirt.]

[Heeey, Luceti. So Vash decided to try being like his brother today by deciding he wanted to kill the humans— just a few hours ago, in fact, in which Wolfwood nearly choked to death on his coffee and went out to find the idiot. What ended up happening was a wonderful little ~~conversation~~ fight that ended with gunfire, a tree toppling over, and a flash of light within the forest bright enough to alert anyone near that lake or forested area. Regardless, Wolfwood's counting his blessings: he's not dead, Vash isn't dead, and most importantly, there's still a completely unharmed, whole village.

~~but oh god Moro is going to bite his face off~~

Folks, he's damn happy to know that, despite a little environmental damage (I am so sorry, tree), everyone's safe. But there is the problem of Vash being an ass to the people he cares about. And the fact that he threatened to kill them. And the fact that he flapped his gums and told a lot of people a lot of things he'd never want them to know. So there's a voice coming over the journal, a little winded:]

( [VOICE//Filtered from Vash, in case he tries to look back on this >.>;;] )

[ACTION]

[For anyone who was keeping an eye out for Vash or going off to see if he was up to something, you can find him. Er, sort of. Wolfwood'll be walking down the trail of the western lake, taking the less people-infected routes—unconscious Vash on one shoulder, tied up by the cloth that should be around the cross-gun he's holding in the other hand. He's ruffled, bloody, and looks like he's wanting to light something on fire. But don't worry, he's cool.

He's on his way back to the apartments, so this poor priest can do a little whiskey-drinking before he digs that bullet out of his right shoulder. >:( ]

[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]

[His back feels like shit.

...Maybe an exaggeration, but it still stood—something about the nakedness of his back was driving him insane. And that probably ruined vertebrae? It made him feel awkward and stiff at the shoulders all day prior. Strange how some things are even physically etched into your make-up over time. Forget the mental aspect of it, there's something a little more parasitic about that damn cross.

Behold, Luceti, he's emerging from the Smithy looking a lot more like himself: black suit, sure. Cigarette dangling on his lips, yes. ~~Bitchin'~~ Sunglasses, check. But now he's holding that ginormous cross like a shiny new present all for him. Untouched, it seems. Good. He didn't plan on showing it off any freaking time soon, but... still, he felt like he had to carry it—

Wait, what was he planning on doing with the damn thing? Carry it around the village?

Siiiiigh. Wolfwood, come on, think a little. Just shape up and get used to it...

...

He slings it over his shoulder like usual and automatically regrets this move.]

SON-OF-A-BITCH!!

[O-oh, those wings, those piss-ass wingsssss D'X

...

Yeah, good morning, Luceti.]

[You'll also catching him walking back toward Vash's place with said cross, looking a little less like he's about to kill a small furry creature. Don't mind him too, much... He's just, uh, avoiding forests because holy shit did you hear about the giant wolf?]

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Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Journal for Luceti

Entries tagged with †minako

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