[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 ( Read more... )

Ow, ow, ow, ow!!!

[This morning is starting off excellently, Wolfwood. Just peachy.

Ugh, what a headache. What a bodyache. They didn't have to be so rude about kidnapping him. Once the drugs have started to wear off and he can walk in a straight line, he'll retrieve the journal slung open against a tree and speak up into it, now that he notes it's ( Read more... )

[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 ( Read more... )

[Time for personal confetti because

~Wolfwood's back~

...Sort of.

Rather, he's smaller. Shorter. Even more scruffy and disorganized than before.

He'd woken up in a forest and spent a good 3 hours raking his mind over just what he was seeing-snow, actual snow. Of course, none of that was important for the meanwhile when he realized he was cold. Holy ( Read more... )