Nicholas D. Wolfwood

[Wolfwood was happy to see the ugly scratch on his forehead was gone, and most of the flexibility of his good shoulder had returned to him. The soreness that would have dragged itself along in the days to come have long since passed, but he's far more annoyed at the sling he was forced to wear on his arm. Immobile. Unable to really carry his Punisher around (and that's just one of those weaknesses, on casual days, isn't it?).

Not to mention, with Milly on him about keeping rested and not getting into anymore trouble—just imagine the finger wagging and the never-ending questions about this and that and do you need new bandages?—he can finally wander out without feeling like a kid sneaking out of a window. But what is this? A few... confused, unfamiliar faces?

New Feather Time. Wonderful. Time to find a spot to sit and crack open that journal of his to check in on everyone. Everyone.]

[Voice//Filtered from Legato]

Sounds like we have some new people falling in. Or swimming in. Or climbing down. At least you don't have to worry about getting stuck waist-deep in desert sand here, now that that's all gone; I showed up there, and let's just say it's a doozy trying to get back to village life.

... But showing up in the middle of the ocean would have been pretty bad, too.

[He rubs his chin.]

Ahhh, shit, has it really been over a year?

[One extra year of living. He's pleased to consider it.]

How many people share a year here with me, huh? Felt pretty short.

Anyway, the name's Wolfwood; if you have any questions, I wouldn't mind answering them. Though I suggest the nice little list in the journal about anything and everything. Now that the draft is behind us, we might just have a moment of peace around here for settling down...

[If you want to run into him any other time, go right ahead. He's at the plaza, but he'll also stop by the weapons shop and walk out with a huge box under one arm. Despite the weight and the old wound on that arm, it's pretty effortless. Don't mind the kitten with the donut-shaped mark over its eye following him. That's just Vash's kitten. :|

He's a creeper like his mother. Can't shake him off.]

((ooc: if you signed up for a kitten (or want one, since there are still a few untaken), there will be an ooc post and an ic post by milly-mun about picking them up from the house! They're all ready to go.))

[Morning time.

Wolfwood just wanted to check out the snow, so he's hanging out around the usual hustle and bustle areas to see people building snow men and hitting others in snow fights. Interesting—he'll have to get Vash in the face with a snowball when he gets the chance... Now, it doesn't take long for him to notice things aren't normal: this is where you come in. He might see your thoughts, see your notmygender, or even see you teleporting right out of his view. People seem... off. And over time, even more than off.

And he comes to a conclusion: oh no.

Wolfwood's bright enough to know what's what. And when his 'experiment' hits him, he's out and about in town—thought bubbles? The hell kind of experiments is that supposed to be. At any rate, he wasn't about to get himself into any awkward situations if he could help it, so he's just gonna try getting home before anyone he knows can bump into him (because he is a pretty secretive man, if not a liar when he wants to be). Though, that's not too hard, considering he's chilled by this snow business.

Which, by the way, is pretty damn interesting, despite his dislikes.

Of course, he can't even see the gigantic run-on thought bubble hanging over his scrunched, grumpy shoulders:]

(Goddamn Malnosso jerks I can't believe how stupid their experiments are why is this even helpful to them I wish I could strangle one of them just one of 'em what is even the point of showing off thoughts what am I saying they do it to piss everyone off I hope they get kicked so hard they gain a few octaves—)

[...It keeps going for a while. Don't worry! It's just a moment of... the usual mild annoyance. Thanks, Luceti.

He manages to get back home eventually, where he makes a voice post in the hopes that that will work out for him (it won't). He manages to control his annoyed tone in favor of a more casual 'nothing to see here' tone.]

[Voice]

Okay, who else is having problems with keeping their thoughts to themselves?