10th Confession [Voice/Action][Afternoon of Dec. 4th]
[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 >.>;;]
All right, Luceti. If you spoke to that guy Vash lately-y'know, tall, blond hair, giant red trench-coat-I just want you to know he was affected by this damn experiment, and that none of the crap he said was him. I think a good amount of you figured as much, but for the people who don't: he was changed. And if I know that needle noggin'd moron, he's going to change back pretty soon, and then beat the shit out of himself internally for saying the things he said.
[He huffs, a short, winded huff. Smoking a cigarette, because honestly, this was a wonderful time to be smoking.]
... Seems like a lot of the people get screwed over by these Malnosso jerks. But the best we can do is try and not give them the satisfaction of disrupting our day-to-day life mentally... Ha, easier said than done, right? But it looks like a lot of people are slowly getting back to normal.
That's good.
[a pause, and then casually spoken:]
With all that outta' the way, it's all dealt with, so don't worry about any of the threats he made. He's not about to follow through on any of those any time soon.
[Another huff, as he inwardly winces.]
By the way, if there's any good healers out there, give me a ring, huh?
[Geez, Luceti is feelin' the hurt today. :(]
[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. >:( ]
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 >.>;;]
All right, Luceti. If you spoke to that guy Vash lately-y'know, tall, blond hair, giant red trench-coat-I just want you to know he was affected by this damn experiment, and that none of the crap he said was him. I think a good amount of you figured as much, but for the people who don't: he was changed. And if I know that needle noggin'd moron, he's going to change back pretty soon, and then beat the shit out of himself internally for saying the things he said.
[He huffs, a short, winded huff. Smoking a cigarette, because honestly, this was a wonderful time to be smoking.]
... Seems like a lot of the people get screwed over by these Malnosso jerks. But the best we can do is try and not give them the satisfaction of disrupting our day-to-day life mentally... Ha, easier said than done, right? But it looks like a lot of people are slowly getting back to normal.
That's good.
[a pause, and then casually spoken:]
With all that outta' the way, it's all dealt with, so don't worry about any of the threats he made. He's not about to follow through on any of those any time soon.
[Another huff, as he inwardly winces.]
By the way, if there's any good healers out there, give me a ring, huh?
[Geez, Luceti is feelin' the hurt today. :(]
[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. >:( ]