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sticksandbones2023-12-15 04:15 pm
lupusxylem) wrote in sticksandbones2023-12-15 04:15 pm
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Despite all my rage I'm something something rat
Who: Nicholas D. Wolfwood and YOU
What: Wolfwood had a fight with hisboyfriend Vash and processing emotions is hard when you never learned how to
When: Backdated Dec 11th between weed log and that same evening
Where: Rage room in the Therapy Building
Warnings: cw: intentional physical self harm/blood, drug use, destruction of things, and also Wolfwood's potty mouth
[Do you ever just wake up one morning and say to yourself "What am I willing to put up with today?"
Yeah, well. That's been Wolfwood's entire day so far. He could make a fair argument for how he's felt since he's shown up in the Grove, but even he knows it wouldn't be fair to blame the other transplants for his misfortunes. They've all- largely- been his own fault. Whether it be through deliberate choice or accidental, it just comes with the territory of being the kind of person he is. And back when he and Vash clashed the last time, they didn't have space to cool off. Not when you're traveling together on an inhospitable planet, and breaking off simply isn't an option. The constant back-to-back disasters happening without a chance to breathe inbetween sort of got in the way too, and speedran any sort of actual meaningful conversations that could take place, much less closure.
Say you need therapy without saying you need therapy, etc.
Wolfwood, naturally, does not intend to partake in anything of the sort. If someone here asked him who he was and what he did for a living, he'd fall back on the usual: He is a Priest who travels a deserted planet spreading the good word to those who are left. An Undertaker, whose responsibility it is to do the work most are too squeamish to handle. None of this is entirely the truth, but it isn't exactly a total lie, either. Thus, the Therapy building is not someplace Wolfwood goes for any real help, but to just get away. The Inn is too crowded, the town a constant risk of running into someone he doesn't want to talk to. The woods...he can't go back in there, even if they'd be a perfect place to isolate.
Why not just stay in his room, then? He's self destructing, that's why-
The building, for a mercy, seems empty upon entry. He knows that probably isn't true, but if he can slip somewhere quiet unnoticed, all the better. The Punisher has been left behind in his room so it's just him as he pokes his head into the paint room, the library, the physical room...why does it feel like he's walked into a daycare.
But then he comes upon the "rage room". It isn't immediately clear what it's supposed to be at first, and because of that, he almost looks at it and then leaves like he did with the rest. It's weirdly pristine, yet makes no sense with the random assortment of furniture and breakable things laying about. He lingers in the doorway, trying to make sense of what he's seeing, until he spots a lone sledgehammer in the center of the room.
...and so he enters, closing the door behind him.
It doesn't take long for instinct and the desire to rip shit apart with his bare hands to take effect, as anyone entering the therapy building will soon find out. Someone is Very Much using that room right now, if the sound of shattering glass and things being beaten within an inch of their inanimate lives are anything to go by. Wolfwood has taken up that sledgehammer and is breaking apart everything in the room that isn't nailed down. But that isn't all he's doing. He will, at times, take up pieces of not-yet-broken ceramic, or even shards of glass that have already come off other things, and break them with his bare hands. Nothing is off limits, and nothing is too dangerous for him to handle.
It's why he's doing all of this with a strange vial clenched between his teeth, still sealed at the end. All of this has a purpose, so that if/when his injuries from what he's doing become actually severe, he hits the panic button and breaks the glass with his teeth. Otherwise, though? If all it amounts to are some surface level cuts and gashes...he probably won't actually use it at all.
Knowing him though, that's not going to be all it is.]
What: Wolfwood had a fight with his
When: Backdated Dec 11th between weed log and that same evening
Where: Rage room in the Therapy Building
Warnings: cw: intentional physical self harm/blood, drug use, destruction of things, and also Wolfwood's potty mouth
[Do you ever just wake up one morning and say to yourself "What am I willing to put up with today?"
Yeah, well. That's been Wolfwood's entire day so far. He could make a fair argument for how he's felt since he's shown up in the Grove, but even he knows it wouldn't be fair to blame the other transplants for his misfortunes. They've all- largely- been his own fault. Whether it be through deliberate choice or accidental, it just comes with the territory of being the kind of person he is. And back when he and Vash clashed the last time, they didn't have space to cool off. Not when you're traveling together on an inhospitable planet, and breaking off simply isn't an option. The constant back-to-back disasters happening without a chance to breathe inbetween sort of got in the way too, and speedran any sort of actual meaningful conversations that could take place, much less closure.
Say you need therapy without saying you need therapy, etc.
Wolfwood, naturally, does not intend to partake in anything of the sort. If someone here asked him who he was and what he did for a living, he'd fall back on the usual: He is a Priest who travels a deserted planet spreading the good word to those who are left. An Undertaker, whose responsibility it is to do the work most are too squeamish to handle. None of this is entirely the truth, but it isn't exactly a total lie, either. Thus, the Therapy building is not someplace Wolfwood goes for any real help, but to just get away. The Inn is too crowded, the town a constant risk of running into someone he doesn't want to talk to. The woods...he can't go back in there, even if they'd be a perfect place to isolate.
Why not just stay in his room, then? He's self destructing, that's why-
The building, for a mercy, seems empty upon entry. He knows that probably isn't true, but if he can slip somewhere quiet unnoticed, all the better. The Punisher has been left behind in his room so it's just him as he pokes his head into the paint room, the library, the physical room...why does it feel like he's walked into a daycare.
But then he comes upon the "rage room". It isn't immediately clear what it's supposed to be at first, and because of that, he almost looks at it and then leaves like he did with the rest. It's weirdly pristine, yet makes no sense with the random assortment of furniture and breakable things laying about. He lingers in the doorway, trying to make sense of what he's seeing, until he spots a lone sledgehammer in the center of the room.
...and so he enters, closing the door behind him.
It doesn't take long for instinct and the desire to rip shit apart with his bare hands to take effect, as anyone entering the therapy building will soon find out. Someone is Very Much using that room right now, if the sound of shattering glass and things being beaten within an inch of their inanimate lives are anything to go by. Wolfwood has taken up that sledgehammer and is breaking apart everything in the room that isn't nailed down. But that isn't all he's doing. He will, at times, take up pieces of not-yet-broken ceramic, or even shards of glass that have already come off other things, and break them with his bare hands. Nothing is off limits, and nothing is too dangerous for him to handle.
It's why he's doing all of this with a strange vial clenched between his teeth, still sealed at the end. All of this has a purpose, so that if/when his injuries from what he's doing become actually severe, he hits the panic button and breaks the glass with his teeth. Otherwise, though? If all it amounts to are some surface level cuts and gashes...he probably won't actually use it at all.
Knowing him though, that's not going to be all it is.]
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[He counters that point easily. He came in here to see what was wrong, and to smash things himself before trying to talk. Elsword has never been good with words, but his original intention hadn't been to fight. Things spiralled, yeah, but that's how things seem to go with him. Just because he lost his emotions doesn't mean he entirely lost that haughty, fiery side of his.]
If you want someone to hate you, I'm not that guy. Not unless you do something I can't forgive you for.
[Like if he came after Add, or Mizuki, for example. Then it would be over for whatever semblance of friendship they could cobble together.]
I've had worse than someone punching me in the jaw and telling me to shut up.
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You're just like him. [?] But at least you'll fight back.
[He's reasonably sure if he got into a fist-fight with Vash, he'd just stand there and take it. Maybe. He seems like the type to just let Wolfwood kill him, if that's what he wanted.]
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...I like fighting. Not in a bad way, just in a... "it makes me feel like I'm alive" way. I don't have much left other than little things like that.
Besides, I had some stuff I needed to work out, too, heh. Fights are good for that.
cw: suicidal ideation mention
I don't really get to fight like that.
[Usually, when he's fighting like that...he goes all out, and someone dies. The end.]
Guess it helped a bit.
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[Chinhands. We are Friends now.]
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I mean. If you really want your ass kicked again that badly.
[As if Wolfwood didn't get his ass EQUALLY kicked but, you know.]
You ain't bad, kid.
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You aren't either. Like I said, I've been doing this since I was really small.
[Child soldiers are normal on Elrios. So is human experimentation. These are the same canons but with less sand.]
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Also cool, child soldiers and experiments, Wolfwood's least favorite thing in the world.]
Sound pretty casual to be sayin' something like that.
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[Elsword has long since finished healing, but they're just talking now. It's probably for the best that they do. A real, genuine face-to-face conversation is needed after they beat the shit out of each other.]
It might also be the way I talk. I know I don't... [He gestures to his head, vaguely, fingers splayed,] emote well. I actually... can't. You didn't come here to hear it, though. It's just a "me" thing.
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[He said while staring at himself in a mirror. He is very aware of the hypocrisy of his words, he's just not bringing light to it.]
Even if that goody-two-shoes schtick is going to get you into trouble one of these days, if it ain't already.
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[Plus there's the little hidden trait of "the literal El made me like this since I was Born" but you know, he doesn't know that. He has .2 braincells left.]
...a lot of the places I've gone are already in trouble anyway. Elrios isn't in a good spot.
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Wolfwood fumbles in his pockets as they sit there, tugging out a cigarette carton. It's all crushed and there's only two, maybe three cigs left in it...and after eyeing it for a moment, he decides to wait so he can just blow through the rest of them this evening. He tucks it back into his jacket with a slight scowl.]
You keep mentioning an Elrios. You must live on some other planet.
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Huh? Oh, yeah. Everyone is from other places. Like— [scrunches his face as he searches the broken bits of his memory,] me and Add are from Elrios. Mizuki, Miss Irene, Sesa-hyung, and Mr. Gnosis are from Terra. Lancelot is from Earth. I don't know where the others are from, but not everyone came from the same spot.
[He picks up the shattered ceramic of a mug and starts to fiddle with it in his hands.]
Apparently we all came from this place, though, in our past lives. I think those golden snowflakes have been showing us images of that.
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...where I'm from, Earth isn't hospitable anymore. Humanity had to find another planet to live on, which is why we're stuck in the shithole we're on right now.
[It's not great Elsword, maybe you know a thing about post-apocalyptic living-
He's quiet after the next thing Elsword says, because it's clear he doesn't really believe it. That, or he hasn't really had much time to think about it yet. He's had......a lot of drama to deal with.]
Apparently. Might just be another trick.
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[But Elsword doesn't have all the facts, so he's quick to jump back to what's more interesting to him.]
...Elrios is almost completely inhospitable, too. There's only a few cities left. Everything in between is wastelands. If you go out further than certain cities and regions, you'll have to carry a shard of the El with you, otherwise you'll probably die.
[Like, Laby somehow survived it, but Laby is also... weirdly constituted, and she is Certainly not your average kid.]
Elrians need the El to live. Without it, we'll all die. [And then, almost robotically, sorry he has God in his head:] It's my job to protect it from harm.
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The...El? Like your god or somethin'?
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[Someone tried to steal the one in Ruben when he was 13 and then that character faded into obscurity because they redid the early story so much he's only relevant for maybe 2 dungeons now instead of a series of like, 10, lol]
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Honestly...doesn't sound too far off from my world and Plants. If this El can sustain life, anyway.
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Isn't that what plants are supposed to do anyway? They make, uh... air.
[Certified Idiot Moment™]
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