notabluesbro: ([Headpalm] Urgh... you idiot...)


I—

I CAN'T DO IT.


[Hey, Journal, hear Wolfwood Milly yell in frustration. Anyone who's actually walking by would know why—after holding a cigarette inches from his her mouth, 'Milly' throws it on the ground and stomps on it violently. How could he possibly smoke in Milly's body? It just feels wrong. Drinking basically has the same feeling, really... Hell, it's not like he knows the body isn't really hers, not in their world. So he will be nicotine deprived for the next few days in his valiant, difficult efforts.

Miserable. Just miserable!

Granted, he's still carrying around a cross like it's nothing, so it shouldn't be too hard to figure out who he is. For now? He's just running around seeing what the hell's happened here. After all, people are in a panic, and he's needing to find people he knows to figure out what the hell is going on. This just had to be another event, right? First, he gets some normal-looking lady clothes for his bizarrely tall girl body (goddamn Milly, you're HUGE). He visits the apartment and eats, and then proceeds to go crash in his bed and try to sleep it off. Same as usual.

Except, fuck it, he can't. So instead he'll just be listening to all the panicked posts on the journal while shaking his head.

Her head.

...Eh.]
notabluesbro: ([Awwww] Uh. Oops?)
[Nicholas had been working his best at Eferin, and found slow but gratifying progress. He'd just finished up another attempt at learning and was working on going to visit Vash—perhaps get something to eat before that—as the sun began to set and the sky began to darken. But he wouldn't get to either place he was hoping for; Nick was suddenly taken by the arms, and despite his struggles, the last thing he remembers is the face of something inhuman and the sky rolling up into darkness.

...When Wolfwood finally wakes up later, he finds himself laid in the snow, with the usual white pants and lack of shirt. He's not far from the village though, and even in the dark, he can see it through the trees—strong orange glows. He smiles despite himself, sighing. He definitely can recall the experience with the Malnosso, and the later they decide to take him again, the better.]

Ugh, what...

[What time is it, anyway—looks like the sun just barely teetered out...

Oh, what—his journal's open and rolling, so he turns to it, rubbing his head.]


[Video]

Feels like I've been hit by a truck... but I guess I'm finally back again. What day is it, exactly?

[No, he doesn't remember anything from the past two weeks of being a child. Never fear, though—once someone blabs about it, or he finds that journal entry he'd made while he was small, everything'll start coming back to him, bit by embarrassing/painful bit.

Vash is also somewhere out there, too. Wolfwood'll probably find him soon. Probably in a tree, knowing his luck. -_-

But of course, when he finally gets dressed up in his usual attire, he'll be on the hunt for something good to eat. It feels like he hasn't had a meal all day, man.]
notabluesbro: ([Smoking] Serious business right now.)
[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. >:( ]

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