stungunning | 1 [accidental voice post eventually filtered by Wolfwood from Knives, Legato and Yuber]

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1 [accidental voice post eventually filtered by Wolfwood from Knives, Legato and Yuber]

[There's the sound of some background noise; birds tweeting, shrubbery being trodden underfoot, but above all that there's the sound of someone- a woman- humming cheerfully.]

Oh my goodness, I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many plants before except in picture books! And isn’t it a lovely day? I’ve never had a dream before where I got to be in a forest, but if it means that I get to see lovely trees and animals like this then I don’t think I mind it at all!

[Some more happy humming can be heard, and footsteps through the undergrowth.]

My back’s all itchy. That’s funny, I don’t usually get an itchy back when I dream. Oh no, I’m not allergic to trees am I? That would be just awful! Magic Book, could you tell me if I’m allergic to trees?

[…]

Silly old Milly, of course the book isn’t going to tell you that, books can’t talk!

…I wonder if there’s a pudding tree? All my very best dreams have pudding somewhere, so it really doesn’t make a lot of sense if there isn’t a pudding tree…

[More humming, someone sure sounds cheerful. Then she stops.]

…I think I’m lost.

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[Hey, at least her nose wasn't running.]

[She smiles back, and then puts her hand on top of his.]

[...his hand is warm.]

It is a little cold...

[Small favors, definitely. He grins and shrugs off his jacket to flip onto her shoulders. His little black wings twitch a little at his back, unused to being de-jacketed.] That'll do for now. It's not too far of a walk, luckily. When I'd gotten here, I was a whole day's hike away.

[Remember, I can walk a fuckload of isles.]

Edited 2011-03-06 04:43 (UTC)

That is a relief, I don't think I could walk all that far without shoes, I might accidentally stomp onto something.

[The jacket's nice and warm, and it smells like him too. She tugs it a little tighter around her shoulders, then she peers curiously at his wings.]

Yours are black.

[Oh, right. He looks over his shoulder a little at his own and snickers.]

Yeah, seems like they knew it was my color. Better than bright purple or orange, right?

I really don't think purple would suit you at all well, or orange. Grey might look nice, or even blue, or white.

[Milly chews on her bottom lip thoughtfully for a second, as though she is pondering one of life's very great mysteries.]

[This is so strange. She's standing in the middle of a forest, slowing beginning to lose the feeling in her toes actually, and she's talking to her dead... dead what?]

[And is he her anything for that matter? After all, one night doesn't really amount to anything... does it>?]

[Oh dear she's still looking at him funny, isn't she?]

[Better say something...]

But I think that the black ones are very nice.

[And without really thinking much about it, she reaches out to brush one of his wings with her fingertips.]

[Wolfwood wonders the exact same thing. After all, you can't just pick up from having sex to being together like that, when it all happens so quickly, in that fleeting moment of...

It's a troublesome little uncomfortableness he feels, until Milly's touch makes his wing twitch faintly under finger.]

Yours seem to match you perfectly; leave it to the Malnosso jerks to actually get something right, for a change.

[He starts leading her back toward the village, more content with smiling a little more.]

Edited 2011-03-08 07:33 (UTC)

The Malnosso?

[She follows along beside him, nice and warm inside his jacket, and looks at him curiously- although really before he mentioned the unfamiliar name she was looking at his wings. They're really nice.]

Who are they?

They're... well. They're the people who kidnapped us from our homes, I guess you could say. Or, at least, they're what causes us to show up here; they're the guys who stuck wings on you and put you out in the middle of the forest.

[aka they're jerks, obviously]

They're... what you'd consider an enemy.

But Mr. Priest, why would they go through all of that trouble?

[Although, seeing as he's so clearly anti these people, she's going to keep the thought that they can't be all bad if they bring dead people back to life to herself.]

[Obviously there's more to this than the apparent facts.]

Do we have something they want?

Honestly, I'm as lost as you are... We're practically in the dark about everything they do, even though I'm hoping it's only a matter of time before we can at least shine a spotlight on whatever they're expecting to accomplish...

Stealing a bunch of people from different worlds... Doesn't seem much in the way of helping them, you'd think.

Edited 2011-03-10 07:22 (UTC)

No, I don't suppose it does.

[Hmm, this is a pickle that we are in, isn't it? She pouts a little.]

Unless they moved us here because all our old worlds were getting too crowded to look after us all?

Our world, crowded? [A little smile.] I think our world could use more people, personally. A little spacious, don't you think?

Well, yes. Gunsmoke does have room to spare, and not very many things taking up the space.

[This... is really very surreal, all of this. Walking through a lush green forest with cold air and the jacket of a dead man wrapped around her shoulders.]

[What on earth does she even begin to talk to him about?]

Edited 2011-03-10 12:27 (UTC)

[He's not entirely sure how to go about things, himself. Not everyday you come back to life and have to explain it to someone close to you. It was easy, with Vash and Meryl, because they understood how it works, by the time he arrived.

But this? This is a little more difficult.

First things first: get all the negative shit out of the way.]

I, ah, should probably bring up... that Vash and Meryl aren't the only ones from our world here.

[Well that's a little surprising to say the least.]

They aren't? Who else is here?

[He lowers his chin.]

Legato, and Vash's brother, Knives.

[She stops walking for a moment.]

Oh.

[The look on her face right now could be best described as 'kicked puppy']

[His shoulders sag at the face. So she's pretty aware of just how awful Legato and Knives are. And then he nods, a quiet confirmation.]

They're missing right now, but your journal'll get to be locked so they don't notice you've shown up yet; they haven't done much, but we have to keep our guard up, alright?

But I don't understand, I thought Mr. Vash k-

[Gosh that still feels absolutely horrible and wrong to say.]

I mean... I thought Mr. Vash stopped him. And he was looking for his brother too...

This place doesn't make an awful lot of sense, does it?

[He smiles sympathetically.]

No, it really doesn't.

[And then he focuses on the cool road ahead.]

We're almost there; just a little further.

[She follows him quietly for a bit, unable to really take her eyes off him.]

[And then her feet stop moving for a moment, and she just stands stock still in the road.]

This really isn't a dream, is it? I'm not going to wake up and find out this is all pretend, am I?

[He keeps walking for a moment, and then pauses a few feet ahead of her, head turned and hands casually in his pockets. The smile that crosses his features is a usual Wolfwood smile: the kind that has a lot of thoughts drifting around behind it.]

Should I pinch you again?

[She studies his face for a moment and shakes her head.]

No, I'm alright. I just didn't-

[And she smiles.]

I'm just happy to see you, I didn't think I was ever going to see you again.

[Something about that makes him relax a little more than before. He's not sure why... but he feels like this is all okay, for a moment.]

... I didn't think I'd see you again, either.

But this place has it's bright sides, right?

[Quietly, he extends a hand to her. Shall we walk, big girl?]

Mm. Right.

[She nods and takes a step towards him to take his hand without another thought about it.]

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