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asipofbride) wrote2023-07-13 06:16 pm
asipofbride) wrote2023-07-13 06:16 pm
[sermon three] and it's six simple words
WHO: Wolfwood, the cottage crew, the network, and you?
WHERE: the network, Persephone's cottage, and various and sundry locations
WHEN: July 5th and after
WHAT: sometimes, you are a simple undertaker who has jobs to do, friendships to reconcile, and weird Earth shit to question
WARNINGS: none to whit
[network post; backdated to July 5th; un: ndwolfwood]
alright i been busy but i thought ya'll didn't have bandit gangs
shit's been exploding for days and that's not that weird but what in the hell were all those brightass explosions last night
there a turf war or some shit happening
[sidequest time]
[ Wolfwood is in hell
like, it's an exaggeration because he's at his friend's house but it's strange and uncomfortable to not be in his own, etched out space; Noxero's a nice kid but he is eighteen kinds of feral and Vergil just has a way of Looking at a guy when he wakes up for the first time at noon and like sometimes Wolfwood likes to sleep, is that illegal
fuck
Dante's been nothing but kind to let Wolfwood sulk in his office and leave so many cigarette butts under his windowsill, but Wolfwood feels stifled and yet he doesn't want to go anywhere anytime fast because he's still mad about the goddamn--stupid cosmic situation with Vash and his evil little gremlin of a sibling and what if Wolfwood smokes a cigarette to the filter again about it because if he tries to take off again Vergil will probably suplex him through a display case since Dante is off doing Dante stuff.
or at least he presumed Dante was doing Dante stuff, until Dante sent a text saying to 'meet him outside, bring the big lady, so Wolfwood lays off the cigarette long enough to hup the Cross Punisher out front of the Auguries, leaning on the big display window (and ignoring Vergil when the man knocked on it from the inside to get him off the window, only for Vergil to step outside of his lovely, air-conditioned building to jab with his stupid little handwoven broom at Wolfwood until he got off the damn glass, and now Wolfwood is just looking ruffled and waiting for the devilhunter to turn back up while smoking a cigarette down to the filter. ]
Fuckin' uncle Stuffy.
[homecoming]
[ on second thought
Dante is awful and now Wolfwood is in hell.
it'd taken... more than a little pleading from Vash, and a lot of mouth twisted up at the corner from Dante, but eventually the pair of them had worn him down and gotten him to give the situation, as he'd been internally calling it so that he didn't pop a blood vessel because he only had two vials on his personage and frankly, if he thought too long about kni, it was definitely gonna be more than a two-dose job. so he'd taken Vash at his word, his puppy-eyed pleading, and he'd agreed to come home, and hey, Dante'd offered to see him home
and he would've told Dante to shove his ride home up his ass sideways if he'd known that it meant Wolfwood was riding in his own sidecar because Dante was simply too beefy to 'ride bitch', as he'd put it in a turn of phrase that'd had Wolfwood thinking for a long, long time about showing the half-devil exactly how much love and mercy was in the Cross Punisher at any given time.
he turned the radio up to something sweet and chirpy because sidecar picked music, stuff it, Uncle Scruffy, cigarette leaving a silver wake behind them as they sped out to the sticks, down the rural road that ended in--
well, the closest thing to home Wolfwood had ever felt, after the orphanage. he might even stop sulking long enough to leave forward as they pull up, Angelina purring as she settles to an idle, and Wolfwood takes a deep breath, hupping himself out of the sidecar and stretching. how the hell did Vash's lanky ass sit comfortable with the Cross Punisher? he huffs and stretches and fishes a cigarette out of his jacket just to have something to do with his hands, taking his silver lighter in hand and giving it a toss as he breathes slow.
center himself. calm down.
it'd be all right, right? ]
[miscellaneous]
[ but hey, it can't all be relationship angst and contemplating the moral quandry of stuffing a toddler into a hammerspace until the little asshole rolled up like one of those tumbleweeds that goes dormant until they get water again, right?
Vergil had made a. Decision, to be sure, so if you find yourself ordering some knickknack or another from the Auguries, it might just be brought to you by an feral asshole on a motorcycle--and Vash's friends, associates, and people he met once need their deliveries of excess vegetables and fruits and organic byproducts. Wolfwood is out and about and generally trying to keep a low profile... for a guy that carries a massive cross around like he's about to pop out a megaphone and start talking about the religious implications of eating shellfish. ]
WHERE: the network, Persephone's cottage, and various and sundry locations
WHEN: July 5th and after
WHAT: sometimes, you are a simple undertaker who has jobs to do, friendships to reconcile, and weird Earth shit to question
WARNINGS: none to whit
[network post; backdated to July 5th; un: ndwolfwood]
alright i been busy but i thought ya'll didn't have bandit gangs
shit's been exploding for days and that's not that weird but what in the hell were all those brightass explosions last night
there a turf war or some shit happening
[sidequest time]
[ Wolfwood is in hell
like, it's an exaggeration because he's at his friend's house but it's strange and uncomfortable to not be in his own, etched out space; Noxero's a nice kid but he is eighteen kinds of feral and Vergil just has a way of Looking at a guy when he wakes up for the first time at noon and like sometimes Wolfwood likes to sleep, is that illegal
fuck
Dante's been nothing but kind to let Wolfwood sulk in his office and leave so many cigarette butts under his windowsill, but Wolfwood feels stifled and yet he doesn't want to go anywhere anytime fast because he's still mad about the goddamn--stupid cosmic situation with Vash and his evil little gremlin of a sibling and what if Wolfwood smokes a cigarette to the filter again about it because if he tries to take off again Vergil will probably suplex him through a display case since Dante is off doing Dante stuff.
or at least he presumed Dante was doing Dante stuff, until Dante sent a text saying to 'meet him outside, bring the big lady, so Wolfwood lays off the cigarette long enough to hup the Cross Punisher out front of the Auguries, leaning on the big display window (and ignoring Vergil when the man knocked on it from the inside to get him off the window, only for Vergil to step outside of his lovely, air-conditioned building to jab with his stupid little handwoven broom at Wolfwood until he got off the damn glass, and now Wolfwood is just looking ruffled and waiting for the devilhunter to turn back up while smoking a cigarette down to the filter. ]
Fuckin' uncle Stuffy.
[homecoming]
[ on second thought
Dante is awful and now Wolfwood is in hell.
it'd taken... more than a little pleading from Vash, and a lot of mouth twisted up at the corner from Dante, but eventually the pair of them had worn him down and gotten him to give the situation, as he'd been internally calling it so that he didn't pop a blood vessel because he only had two vials on his personage and frankly, if he thought too long about kni, it was definitely gonna be more than a two-dose job. so he'd taken Vash at his word, his puppy-eyed pleading, and he'd agreed to come home, and hey, Dante'd offered to see him home
and he would've told Dante to shove his ride home up his ass sideways if he'd known that it meant Wolfwood was riding in his own sidecar because Dante was simply too beefy to 'ride bitch', as he'd put it in a turn of phrase that'd had Wolfwood thinking for a long, long time about showing the half-devil exactly how much love and mercy was in the Cross Punisher at any given time.
he turned the radio up to something sweet and chirpy because sidecar picked music, stuff it, Uncle Scruffy, cigarette leaving a silver wake behind them as they sped out to the sticks, down the rural road that ended in--
well, the closest thing to home Wolfwood had ever felt, after the orphanage. he might even stop sulking long enough to leave forward as they pull up, Angelina purring as she settles to an idle, and Wolfwood takes a deep breath, hupping himself out of the sidecar and stretching. how the hell did Vash's lanky ass sit comfortable with the Cross Punisher? he huffs and stretches and fishes a cigarette out of his jacket just to have something to do with his hands, taking his silver lighter in hand and giving it a toss as he breathes slow.
center himself. calm down.
it'd be all right, right? ]
[miscellaneous]
[ but hey, it can't all be relationship angst and contemplating the moral quandry of stuffing a toddler into a hammerspace until the little asshole rolled up like one of those tumbleweeds that goes dormant until they get water again, right?
Vergil had made a. Decision, to be sure, so if you find yourself ordering some knickknack or another from the Auguries, it might just be brought to you by an feral asshole on a motorcycle--and Vash's friends, associates, and people he met once need their deliveries of excess vegetables and fruits and organic byproducts. Wolfwood is out and about and generally trying to keep a low profile... for a guy that carries a massive cross around like he's about to pop out a megaphone and start talking about the religious implications of eating shellfish. ]