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Who: Wolfwood and YOU
What: Wolfwood has come back from the grave and is not making it anyone's problem
When: Week of the 24th oocly roughly, icly who knows
Where: Clinic/Grove outskirts
Warnings: Will edit if needed

A)

[For a while, Wolfwood is relegated to the clinic, unable to leave due to needing time to recover from his near-death experience with the Forest immediately after reviving. He can't exactly leave, nor is he going to try to refuse anyone who tries to come visit, whether it be to yell at him for what he did, or just to see him for whatever reason.

Judging by the way he's half-sitting in bed staring away from the door, he doesn't particularly care either way. His missing leg, obvious by the empty space where his leg would be under the sheets, is a permanent eyesore.]

B) Netbook

[Though he has been alive for almost a week, but it isn't until he finally leaves the clinic that he addresses the Grove proper. A simple message in his usual messy scrawl appears in everyone's notebooks.]

its wolfwood
yall were right
sorry

[Actually finding Wolfwood to speak to him might be a bit of a harder task. He isn't actually at or around the Church at all right now, seemingly avoiding it for the most part. Not hard to imagine why.

There will be, however, an evening just before sundown proper where Wolfwood will ask Livio to help him out by the river. He won't try to venture any closer to the Grove, keeping on the side of the river where Vash's house is instead.

There he will sit in his wheelchair by the softly rushing water, watching the bio-luminescent seaborn bloop along near the shallows.]

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[ ... Hello, what. That is... so forbidden. There is, of course, magic he has read but to do it in practice!! ]

I ... am sorry, then. In many ways. That this has happened to you. That you were not allowed to rest in peace. That you have had something snatched away. That you have not been allowed to choose.

The Church is all right, I assure you. It is clean and maintained. Do you wish anything from it?

[ Undoubtedly the books are back but no burning them this time. ]

yeah.
im sorry too

[For a lot of things, really.]

my cross should be there somewhere
wrapped in cloth and belts
i dont think the doctor here would appreciate it being brought inside but just
look and make sure its still there
ill get it when im able to leave

For what it may be worth, I forgive you.

[ He won't say Wolfwood has no reason to be sorry. Instead he will accept his apology and forgive him. ]

Of course, I will make sure it is still there. If your Doctor will allow it, I will bring it to you.

[ A small pause. ]

Please treat yourself well, my friend.

[ Do not beat yourself up. ]

i guess you would forgive me huh
youre too good of a person not to

if you do try to bring it be careful
its really fuckin heavy

[Pure Vanilla probably saw if he stuck around during the chaos that it's not just a cross, but a machine gun under there. He's actually not sure Pure Vanilla would be able to carry it by himself.

He notably doesn't respond to the last message.]

Mayhaps, my friend, or mayhaps I understand your position.

Ah yes, you use it as a weapon as well, do you not? I will be cautious. Forgive me if I go silent.

[ It's hard to write and walk, after all. And he will note that silence there, but it doesn't surprise him.

It seems that entire group of friends has issues with treating themselves with the love and kindness they deserve.

And sur-fucking-prise, Wolfwood... guess who shows up carrying the cross like it's no big deal. No one would have been able to keep him out even if they wanted to, either. And hanging off the cross, cause it's easier to carry it like that with your hands are full, is a basket full of get well goodies. Pure Vanilla trots in, hooves clicking, and a smile on his face. ]

You were quite right! It is rather heavy! I am surprised I can lift it!

[ With no damn problems, and he even sets it up against the wall easily, unhooking the basket to plant it down beside Wolfwood. ]

[Honestly, Wolfwood is just expecting Pure Vanilla to go check up on things and then write back like "yep everything's all there and accounted for!" He couldn't possibly have imagined he would actually bring the cross with him. The Punisher, several hundred pounds worth of bullets and steel.

It shows in his expression, even as he's sitting up in his bed at the clinic.]

How...the hell DID you lift it?

Ah, was I not supposed to be able to?

[ No, Pure Vanilla doesn't quite realize he just lifted several hundred pounds. It is a 'doesn't know his own strength' issue, except he's never hurt anyone because his default is gentle. He ponders the cross, reaching out with his hands again to lift the Punisher a bit off the ground, as if to test. ]

It is rather heavy, but not impossible. It was mostly unwieldy!

[ Carefully he sets it down again, his Staff studying it for him. Hm. Oh well! Listen he saw Wolfwood slinging it around like it was nothing, too! ]

[That's...genuinely a little frightening.]

You weren't. That thing weighs hundreds of pounds. I couldn't lift it when I first got it.

[Like that was back when he was younger, granted, but he's not that much older now. He had to train for years (and be pumped full of drugs) to be able to wield it.

He sinks back in his bed a bit, blowing his bangs out of his eyes.]

Guess it don't matter now. Not like I'll be able to use it anymore.

[ Haha. Pardon? The Cross gets another look, this time of startlement, then Pure Vanilla will glance down to his own hands. Haha?? He knows it's a weapon but. What.

The way Wolfwood sinks back gets his attention again though, and he frowns gently. He opens up the basket top, to pull out a certain black wool cat, setting it gently on Wolfwood's chest. ]

Hold this, place.

[ Then he begins to pull things out of the basket. It's just food things, a little rice packed warmer, etc. Wolfwood is going to get Grandpa'd. ]

Why do you think you will not use it anymore, my friend?

[...the little black cat being placed on his chest isn't expected. He stiffens briefly, glancing down at it before carefully lifting it off himself so he can look at it more clearly. It reminds him a lot of the wolf that Elsword knitted for him, just a different material.

He weighs it in his hand, the rough pads of his fingertips brushing over the soft wool. Then, as Pure Vanilla addresses him again, he glances down at himself.]

Why? See for yourself.

[He nods down at the bed, which...it's not hard to see his right leg is missing, given the odd way the blanket is just sunken in on that side.]

[ The missing leg does make Pure Vanilla pause for a moment, studying it with the eyes of a healer. Sadly, even his magic can't regrow missing limbs.

Or well, certain parts of his magic could, but he's not going there. ~~Dark Enchantress Cookie is not the only one who can graft cake to cookie, dough to dough.~~

However. ]

I know a very skilled assassin who is missing one of her arms. Yes, it took her a while to compensate and some physical therapy, but I am certain you will be able to as well. Though I admit, I am not versed in human anatomy at all. Can nothing be attached, such as Vash's arm?

[ As he speaks he keeps unloading the little basket of goods, and sets them aside so the other can pick at them as he desires. He makes no motion to take the wool kitten back, either. ]

[Wolfwood listens quietly as Pure Vanilla speaks, sort of worrying the edge of the bedsheets with his fingertips on one hand while he holds the cat with his other. He's watching as he unloads the basket too of course, silently amazed that he even bothered to bring him all of this stuff at all. He wonders if he's even allowed to have half of it (not that he cares of course, what is Add going to do, kick him out of the hospital).]

I'm sure it can. It's just a matter of makin' it, and it ain't like we got lost technology here. Vash's arm is...different.

[ If Add tried to remove anything, Pure Vanilla would show the horns are not just for show. Underneath that sweet cookie demeanor is a Minotaurs anger. He's quiet as Wolfwood explains the arm is different, thoughtfully tapping his chin, the other hand drumming lightly against his staff. ]

I am sure the healers here will be able to think of something, my friend. I am willing to lend my aid as well, should an included magic touch further something along.

[ He offers Wolfwood a little smile. ]

Do not give up hope. I will not say it will be an easy journey, but you have everyone around you to help you along. We will figure out something.

...yaknow, I'm startin' to get deja vu.

[He sighs, laying his head back against the pillows.]

You said the exact same thing that night. To not give up hope.

It's kinda hard for me to believe things are gonna work out, after all that. Not that it's your fault.

[ He did, didn't he. Moving to sit on the very end of the bed, carefully so as to not disturb Wolfwood any, he settles his staff against his knees, turning his head towards his friend. ]

Ah, that I know too well. And I will not begrudge you your time to rest. It is all right to go slowly, or sometimes even pause upon the path, when such setbacks linger yet heavily in the mind. But do not doubt that things will work out in the end. You are strong and willful, with many hands around you to steady you as you begin along this path again. I believe in you, my friend.

...thanks.

[Because what else could he say? He feels like even this much is cheap, but he lacks the energy to muster more than that. It's something.]

I'm just glad it's over. For now, at least.

It is. Rest, my friend. Heal.

[ In more ways than one. He stands again and approaches the head of the bed to reach out with his hand towards Wolfwood's head, then pause. ]

May I?

[......]

Knock yourself out.

[ That makes him smile, and he gently sets his hand on Wolfwood's head. Carefully he fixes the strands of hair there, until they're into a better semblance of order. He then gently tilts Wolfwood's head to lean in and plant a light, familial kiss to the top of his head as well. And Wolfwood will feel a familiar sinking sensation of warmth and energy, a spike of well being. He can offer that. Comfort. ]

If you ever need anything, my friend, I am always available. To talk, to sit with you, or to simply make sure you eat enough. Wherever you may be, for whatever reason you may need it. I will ask no questions. My door is always open.

[ Pulling back, he smiles to the man - fixing the hair he mushed up a little with the kiss - and backs away. ]

Eat what you can, the food and drink shall keep for some time.

[He's only half sure of what to expect as Pure Vanilla reaches for him. He's definitely expecting a headpat- that's just what he does, what he's done to him before- but it's the lingering touch that catches him off guard. He stays very still until he goes a step further and presses a kiss to his hairline, that being what finally prompts him to shift his head a little to look up at the other. He doesn't pull away, instead watching him as he fixes his hair and back away, leaving him feeling...

Warm. Just...warm.

He remembers the times when he was little, and he'd get in trouble and Miss Melanie would scold him, and he'd angry-cry about it because he didn't know how to bottle up his feelings yet. She would make him sit in time out or whatever it was, but eventually return to him with an embrace and a kiss, telling him she loved him no matter what, even if he still felt upset.

Weird, how much this feels like that.]

T'tell you the truth, I don't really know what I need right now.

[ A heart full of love that will never dim. The comment makes him smile softly, and he nods gently. ]

That's understandable, my friend. What we need often gets muddled or lost in such moments. Instead of thinking of your needs - allow others to do that for you if you cannot - what would you want? What does your heart desire the most right now?

[ Other than giving up, that is not on the table. Pure Vanilla won't allow it. He's been down that path before, and it hurts worse than putting one foot in front of the other. ]

Right now?

[...

Wolfwood's expression turns...sad. Not even grave, or angry. But sad.]

To not be maimed in this hospital bed. To be back home.

[Not No Man's Land. But just...back to his house, here. It's as simple as that.]

[ Oh Wolfwood. Though he backed off to give the other room, the expression and words pull him right back in. He sets his staff aside and moves to sit beside Wolfwood in the bed, so he can reach out and take the other man into a hug. Pull him against a shoulder and hug him. ]

I'm sorry, my friend. I am sure you will not be here for much longer.

[ There is technically nothing wrong with Wolfwood except the missing leg, and he knows the two who have knowledge here will fix that when they can. If Pure Vanilla had the leg maybe he could... but alas, there's no regrowing what's missing.

Well there is but he's not going to think that.]

[Normally, Wolfwood might not be so receptive to hugs. But right now? He just lets it happen. Accepts it as it comes with his head bowed slightly.]

Yeah. Other than that...I dunno.

Got a lotta people to apologize to, somehow.

I am sure they will forgive you, as I know they will understand. We are all in this together, tormented by this being equally. You could not have known the reaction would be so vitriolic, as there had been no forewarning.

[ The hug is supportive, but not restrictive. If Wolfwood desired to pull back, he would find Vanilla's arms let go readily enough. But until then, they support the man against him, an offering to just take comfort. ]

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