[ There's probably something biblical about getting hauled out of a pool of water butt naked into a new world. If he believed in signs or were a more religious man there'd be something there about new beginnings or some shit, but the people that pulled him out of said pool did that for him. In the haze of confusion, hearing that there's no ill will in him and that they've been blessed almost draws a wry, rude laugh out of him but the way his chin is smarting after bashing his chin against some rocks stops him short.
What's even weirder is the fact that this place is so fucking green. The air is green, the surroundings are green. Even the muddy, shitty parts (and by shitty he means the smell of manure) are you guessed it, green. He wanders the markets a little dazed, head throbbing when he spots a pipe and tobacco on one of the stalls. It's not a cigarette, but it'll do. Same thing, right? ]
Uh, I can give you a blessing or something in return. Can't say I have anything else to my name right now unless... [ His eyes trail over to the nearest person beside him. Also why yes, there is a giant bruise beginning to form on the bottom of his chin.] my friend here wants to spot me something in good faith?
solvunn — a weekend of weddings
[ Playing the "priest" card to get a hold of some basic essentials has backfired on him. Who would have thought? It served him well until the soon to be wedded couple came to him asking him to perform their ceremony. He'd tried to correct them, tell them that he was more of an undertaker than a priest (whoever thought that undertaker was the same thing as a priest definitely had a screw or two loose - but he's used to that sort, isn't he?). Unfortunately, something about how damn welcoming and hopeful the couple were when they'd heard that he was priest-adjacent and were more than open to what his take on a wedding was made it difficult to turn them down.
He'd never openly admit that their starry eyed, warm smiles was the reason he agreed. If he had to give anyone an answer, he'd go to his own grave saying that what really swayed him had been the promise of several boxes of hand rolled cigarettes and an extra set of clothes. A man can only live in itchy tunics and sandals for so long, okay?
So you may find him just before the last day of the ceremony (hours before really) scribbling out his ceremonial script, cigarette gritted between his teeth. Unfortunately a goat seems to have mistaken his script for its second breakfast and is rushing away with, it determined to play keep away. ]
Fuck - someone stop that goat!
[ Or you may find him afterward the ceremony, enjoying more of the drink and less of the music. There's no skirting around how...weird his ceremony was. The couple seem pleased enough, but how you perceived it is entirely up to you. It seems they forgot to throw in some matches with his spoils. How stupid would it be to use the giant bonfire to light up his cigarette? Probably really dumb. ]
Yo, got a light? I'm out.
nocwich —
[ The sudden darkness of Nocwich is a far cry from Solvunn. Not that he's complaining. It's just different and he's barely gotten used to all of the life and greenery around him. Now he has to get used to vampires and werewolves? Talk about a place doing a guy's head in.
But much like a cat he's always landed on his feet. And there's more to this visit than just sight seeing. He'd be lying (and he will) if he said that he had hoped to find some kind of familiar face here so long as it was a vaguely friendly one and not his former boss or associates. He's still got little to his name and the locals here don't seem as enamored with a priest, but he browses the stalls anyway, taking in the oddities.
It isn't long before he stops to stare at a food stall selling deliciously large skewers of meat. His stomach growls noisily and he casts a glance around, making awkward eye contact with someone near by. ]
What? You've never seen a guy react to a sizzling stick of meat before?
wildcard —
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nicholas d. wolfwood | trigun stampede | the hanged man | solvunn
[ There's probably something biblical about getting hauled out of a pool of water butt naked into a new world. If he believed in signs or were a more religious man there'd be something there about new beginnings or some shit, but the people that pulled him out of said pool did that for him. In the haze of confusion, hearing that there's no ill will in him and that they've been blessed almost draws a wry, rude laugh out of him but the way his chin is smarting after bashing his chin against some rocks stops him short.
What's even weirder is the fact that this place is so fucking green. The air is green, the surroundings are green. Even the muddy, shitty parts (and by shitty he means the smell of manure) are you guessed it, green. He wanders the markets a little dazed, head throbbing when he spots a pipe and tobacco on one of the stalls. It's not a cigarette, but it'll do. Same thing, right? ]
Uh, I can give you a blessing or something in return. Can't say I have anything else to my name right now unless... [ His eyes trail over to the nearest person beside him. Also why yes, there is a giant bruise beginning to form on the bottom of his chin.] my friend here wants to spot me something in good faith?
solvunn — a weekend of weddings
[ Playing the "priest" card to get a hold of some basic essentials has backfired on him. Who would have thought? It served him well until the soon to be wedded couple came to him asking him to perform their ceremony. He'd tried to correct them, tell them that he was more of an undertaker than a priest (whoever thought that undertaker was the same thing as a priest definitely had a screw or two loose - but he's used to that sort, isn't he?). Unfortunately, something about how damn welcoming and hopeful the couple were when they'd heard that he was priest-adjacent and were more than open to what his take on a wedding was made it difficult to turn them down.
He'd never openly admit that their starry eyed, warm smiles was the reason he agreed. If he had to give anyone an answer, he'd go to his own grave saying that what really swayed him had been the promise of several boxes of hand rolled cigarettes and an extra set of clothes. A man can only live in itchy tunics and sandals for so long, okay?
So you may find him just before the last day of the ceremony (hours before really) scribbling out his ceremonial script, cigarette gritted between his teeth. Unfortunately a goat seems to have mistaken his script for its second breakfast and is rushing away with, it determined to play keep away. ]
Fuck - someone stop that goat!
[ Or you may find him afterward the ceremony, enjoying more of the drink and less of the music. There's no skirting around how...weird his ceremony was. The couple seem pleased enough, but how you perceived it is entirely up to you. It seems they forgot to throw in some matches with his spoils. How stupid would it be to use the giant bonfire to light up his cigarette? Probably really dumb. ]
Yo, got a light? I'm out.
nocwich —
[ The sudden darkness of Nocwich is a far cry from Solvunn. Not that he's complaining. It's just different and he's barely gotten used to all of the life and greenery around him. Now he has to get used to vampires and werewolves? Talk about a place doing a guy's head in.
But much like a cat he's always landed on his feet. And there's more to this visit than just sight seeing. He'd be lying (and he will) if he said that he had hoped to find some kind of familiar face here so long as it was a vaguely friendly one and not his former boss or associates. He's still got little to his name and the locals here don't seem as enamored with a priest, but he browses the stalls anyway, taking in the oddities.
It isn't long before he stops to stare at a food stall selling deliciously large skewers of meat. His stomach growls noisily and he casts a glance around, making awkward eye contact with someone near by. ]
What? You've never seen a guy react to a sizzling stick of meat before?
wildcard —
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