Backdated before Vash's post

[lupusxylem]

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

C)

[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.]

Comments

[lupusxylem]

I know. But that don't mean you need to suffer in silence. Or alone.

[Wolfwood's expression is grave, though he isn't looking at Elsword as he says this. He's looking at the forest beyond them. Glaring at it.]

The Creature's made fools of both of us. I ain't gonna believe it's power is limitless, but...I ain't gonna try to defy it by myself anymore. I just...ain't strong enough.

[Strong enough, brave enough...stupid enough.]

We need to figure out a way to fix you. If we can get rid of your corruption, then we won't hafta talk about would-have's or should-have's anymore.

[simplicitas]

...right. I'd like to be "fixed". I'd like to be my own person without Gods or False Gods or whatever else in my head. It's like being pushed and pulled six different directions, and I just want to be "me", whatever's left of that.

[Elsword looks off into the distance. Glares at the forest and all that's within it, even if he can't see half of it due to the fog wall in the far-off landscape.]

And once I'm cured, trust me, I'll be the first one of us to take a swing at the False God. You might not want to, but it's personal for me now. I'll fight it alone if I have to.

I don't have any forgiveness left for something like that thing.

[lupusxylem]

Trust me, angel. Neither do I. I just don't know how much more of me I could survive it takin' away.

[He sighs. It took his leg, but next time it could be the other leg. An arm. An eye. A memory. All things he isn't willing to lose just for the sake of revenge.

He tried that, once. He's honestly amazed by Elsword's bravery to talk bad about the Forest while they're on the fringes of it even now, after everything that's happened.]

You're a lot stronger and braver than you give yourself credit for, though.