Nicholas D. Wolfwood

[Upon waking up, Wolfwood figures two things: one, that he was taken by the droids for a short period of time, and two, that checking his journal would be the wisest choice. So he proceeds to flip through the journals and low and behold, he finds exactly what he considered a possibility. With great anguish, he facepalms.]

Raaaah, not again!

[So it goes. He manages enough priestly swagger to get to the kitchen (why did all of his kidnappings end in something akin to a hangover?), makes something to eat, eats it, and then crawls right back into bed for the next three hours. And then he smokes himself a cigarette—maybe two—and goes out in the usual outfit, sans the jacket. It felt good without one. But before that:]

[Voice]

Apologies to anyone I annoyed while I was miniature. It wasn't my intention when I got taken this time, I swear it; these things just seem to really love happening to me. I think I've got everything in memory now—something about... uhhh, a weird shift turning everything upside down? I distinctly remember an annoying, perverted frog hopping around trying to kiss ladies.

I wonder how many people around here've been turned to kids. A raise of hands?



( Bar Stuff! Pouring a drink for you guys. )
((OOC: Replies in the morn'! You can find him walk to or at the bar, or at the Trigun house. Sorry for the lateness of this; I lost track of it after my internet was being crazy awful two days back. :|;;))

Ow, ow, ow, ow!!!

[This morning is starting off excellently, Wolfwood. Just peachy.

Ugh, what a headache. What a bodyache. They didn't have to be so rude about kidnapping him. Once the drugs have started to wear off and he can walk in a straight line, he'll retrieve the journal slung open against a tree and speak up into it, now that he notes it's recording anyway. Whelp, at least the journal was trying to offer an act of kindness. Even if it did squat... Nah, right now he was too worried about a.) Amelia's problems with Legato, b.) Vash being a dumbass while sick, and most of all, c.) how Milly's doing.]

[video]

Looks like I'm back. How long did they have me this time? [He makes a fist and presses his back grumpily; they also managed to give him back his clothes. How sweet.] And I think I actually got it good this time; no problems as far as I can tell...

...

Did I miss anything? Please tell me it was at least peaceful around here.

[Because we don't all have to come out of this annoyed, right?]

[action]

[You can catch him fully clothed and walking through or out of the forest. Maybe he'll stop by the restaurant or the bar. Gotta refuel myself, ya' know. Little does Wolfwood know, he's actually effected by his shitty luck mallynap: he can't answer any question untruthfully. Won't this be just good fun for a certain spikey-headed bastard. Otherwise, he's doing just peachy. B|]

[Chillin' out in the forest, walking around, doing his thing—and he's got his journal open on his knee at the lake, commenting on how fucking cold these lakeside views are—when the droid's shadows creep up across the scenery in the video. To which he can only look a.) alarmed at first, and b.) finally and entirely annoyed and exasperated.]

Can't you give a guy one little goddamn break—

[There's gunfire for a second or two while the journal falls, but of course Wolfwood really can't fight back against that. Out by the lake is his lovely gun cross, some used bullet casings, a nice selection of drone parts and accessories (8Db) and his journal. But before he was dragged off, he made sure to leave someone a little note.]
( Written//Filtered to Vash )

[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.]