28th Confession [Lotsa' Action/Video]

[not_a_bluesbro]

[Wolfwood had been taken Sunday night, but surprisingly, they didn't keep him for long. Monday afternoon spat him right back out onto normal Luceti grounds. And to what? To being miniature again. Four years ago, Nicholas had ventured Luceti, looking unkept and nervous. Now, he's still unkept, but in a way that seemed to just be a lack of caring-

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[tehoniongirl]

[it's the cross that gives him away. A closer look would reveal familiar bone structure, familiar shapes not quite grown out but still recognizable, but that cross tells her first.

She watches him soldier on with a strength that's obviously pure determination, before hopping down the tree she'd climbed in to draw. Her shoes were abandoned at the base of the trunk, the journal set down beside them, before she approached.]

That's a lot to be carrying.

[notpunishingyet]

[A bead of sweat drops of his chin before he turns his gaze to look at the woman. That is a lot of hair, lady; how do you keep that all from swallowing you. :|

He shifts the cross on his back, before straightening up. Maybe out of pride.]

It's for training. I'm supposed to get strong and used to the weight of it.

[tehoniongirl]

[it's an ongoing battle, really.

She smiles lightly, understanding at least in part what he's trying to do as he straightens.]

You seem pretty strong already. When do you get a break?

[notpunishingyet]

A break...?

[E-eheheh.]

When I'm in a house, I guess.

[Chapel wasn't too big on him denting up the place with giant weapons.]

Or... when I need to rest. Chapel says I shouldn't overdo it, because I won't be as good of a fighter if I end up breaking something too bad.

[tehoniongirl]

That's pretty good advice.

...How about when old ladies need guarding on their way to get lunch. Are you allowed to take a break, then?

[not that she needed guarding. Or looked any older than 18, especially with her shoes off. But if she had to guess, she figured he'd find a request for services more believable than random, friendly strangers.]

[notpunishingyet]

Uh-

[That's definitely not in the assassin handbook. 3_3

But Nicholas is a little gentleman when needed.]

I... I'd need to put it somewhere first that's safe.

...

It's very important.

[tehoniongirl]

That's more than fair.

Do you have a place to keep it, here? [she asks the question as she goes to fetch her shoes] Or do you need a place? [already, she's going through the list of friends who might be close enough to offer a safe haven without him having to lug it halfway across the village. Or up the stairs to her studio]

[notpunishingyet]

Uh... I can leave it in a apartment... Y'know, until I can finish helping you out. Or something like that. [Why are you going through this much effort to help a lady out, Nicholas? Geez. Can't even help it.]

[tehoniongirl]

[one eyebrow arches a little.] You know your way around? [he wasn't talking to her as if he recognized her, so she'd assumed he wouldn't know the village at all]

[notpunishingyet]

Yeah. I was here, once. When I was littler.

I remember it all now.

[tehoniongirl]

I see. Well, that's awfully useful. Especially if you know people here.

[hopefully he wouldn't have to deal with this loss alone]

[notpunishingyet]

Mmhmm.

[He hoists that damn cross with some effort, his stubbornness not allowing for any signs of strain on his face.]

Where's your place at? I can leave it there for a little while...

[tehoniongirl]

I'm in House 7, if that's not too far. [it's heartbreaking, watching him lug that thing around...like some sort of terrible penance. But she couldn't lift it, even if he would let her take it from him...and she doesn't want to belittle his effort by fussing over him]

[notpunishingyet]

I can make it. [At least he sounds pretty sure of himself.] I can definitely carry it that far.

[The truth, though, is that he wasn't even sure where that house was. He just has to be capable of it, though. He wouldn't quit!]

....I'm so, so sorry for the slow.

[tehoniongirl]

Alright. I'll lead the way.

[she takes it slow, though, trying to watch him without making the watching obvious]

It's all good >:^|b

[notpunishingyet]

[And he follows. He struggles quite a bit with the thing on his back, but he manages nonetheless. He's used to this sort of thing. His muscles are already getting stronger. He's scrawny, but he's muscular as he can get in the limbs-and although there are beads of sweat starting at his chin and cheeks, he's still determined.

Though, he does stumble once or twice. Skins his knee. But that's nothing; they'd already had traces of previous stumbles before this.]