19th Confession [Action/Voice]
[Aaaall right, so it's been pretty eventful lately. With Amelia and Milly popping up, like most people, out of nowhere, Wolfwood's busied himself with being shell-shocked at the latter and humored at the former (it really is all true, Amelia, promise). With Knives and Legato still MIA (perhaps they'd left entirely? but he's not one to hope on that), not to mention, he's found himself just a little more relaxed than usual. And hey, the injury on his arm is just about healed up, to boot. Nothing much but a few stitches that were about ready to be removed. Of course he knew it was only a matter of time before something crazy happens again buuut... he'll take it one step at a time.
Firstly, he stops by the weapons shop to see if any ammo came in for his guns, because you can never have enough lengths of bullets for your machine-gun-cross. He also goes off to the forest to practice his fire in the forest, because he honestly hadn't done so in quite a while and heard the damn fire spirit's nagging voice every time he passed by the usual spot.]
Insult me all you want, it isn't going to get this fire any taller. Hell, I'll probably just make it smaller to bug you.
[And suddenly, a coat sleeve on fire. Whoop.]
Geez, geez, it was a joke! [patting it out, and then a beat] Fiery little bastard.
[He's been focused on just this one element for a while now, and the progress is felt in the explosion of fire he's able to make. When he was a kid, it was just a little fire at the end of a stick, but now--he's at least able to create fire as tall as he is.
And after that he'll go ahead and stop by the bar for a drink--even at Sanji's bar, maybe, despite the fact that curlybrow was going to give him A Look over the recent developments. It's overcast with murky clouds, but that hardly puts a damper on anything; Wolfwood rather likes the cool, muted look, himself. He also sights a little something at the item shop while he's out.]
[Voice]
So, Luceti. I've told a ton of people about my crappy little desert planet, but I'm curious--what's the landscape of your worlds like? The weather? Anything that you miss from it, or anything that you're glad you're not dealing with? It's been biting at me lately to ask.
By the way, welcome, new people. The name's Wolfwood, and I hope you have a fairly uneventful stay here--though, 'hope' is a very key word. But if there's anything you guys need, there's plenty of help around, myself included.
[after a beat--]
[Filtered to Milly]
Heeey, I think I found something of yours at the item shop.
[a big, violent gun-related thing. :|a]
Firstly, he stops by the weapons shop to see if any ammo came in for his guns, because you can never have enough lengths of bullets for your machine-gun-cross. He also goes off to the forest to practice his fire in the forest, because he honestly hadn't done so in quite a while and heard the damn fire spirit's nagging voice every time he passed by the usual spot.]
Insult me all you want, it isn't going to get this fire any taller. Hell, I'll probably just make it smaller to bug you.
[And suddenly, a coat sleeve on fire. Whoop.]
Geez, geez, it was a joke! [patting it out, and then a beat] Fiery little bastard.
[He's been focused on just this one element for a while now, and the progress is felt in the explosion of fire he's able to make. When he was a kid, it was just a little fire at the end of a stick, but now--he's at least able to create fire as tall as he is.
And after that he'll go ahead and stop by the bar for a drink--even at Sanji's bar, maybe, despite the fact that curlybrow was going to give him A Look over the recent developments. It's overcast with murky clouds, but that hardly puts a damper on anything; Wolfwood rather likes the cool, muted look, himself. He also sights a little something at the item shop while he's out.]
[Voice]
So, Luceti. I've told a ton of people about my crappy little desert planet, but I'm curious--what's the landscape of your worlds like? The weather? Anything that you miss from it, or anything that you're glad you're not dealing with? It's been biting at me lately to ask.
By the way, welcome, new people. The name's Wolfwood, and I hope you have a fairly uneventful stay here--though, 'hope' is a very key word. But if there's anything you guys need, there's plenty of help around, myself included.
[after a beat--]
[Filtered to Milly]
Heeey, I think I found something of yours at the item shop.
[a big, violent gun-related thing. :|a]