#enduringdevotion

[brokeassgoing]

"A Sizzle Summer"

Look, we're not even going to go over this, okay? There's no need to. It's the same as it ever was-- Badou either walked into something he shouldn't have and farted, alerting someone of his presence, or he opened his big mouth and said too much. We've been here before, and we shall be here again next week. The only difference this time is, there's a festival? Party? Going down, and he wasn't working.

Somehow, as his usual luck goes, he's found himself running around from some threatening types, and this time ducking between vendors and knocking cabbages over, as it usually goes. He knows this--

He even knows how it goes when he's cornered in an alley. Back pressed against the wall, at least it doesn't smell like piss in here, and the guys have knives-- haha, that's cute.

"C'mon, guys, I didn't mean anything by it, y'know! I'm just a guy, a little guyyyyy, guys!"

@enduringdevotion

[toshyagii]

「私が来た!」– The weight of the small axe felt strange in his hand. Not exactly something that Toshinori was used to. Sure, there were plenty of other things he had could have decided to do... but, quite simply, this had seemed rather fun. Although he had found himself with a companion - not that he minded much.

Yet his stubborn nature was getting in the way. He understood well enough that the boy was there for support, that there were certain beasts about the woods and fields, however...

"I assure you that I can hold my own, young man."

Toshinori carefully pulled a thin branch out of the way and ducked beneath as he walked the uneven terrain of the Aether Woodlands.

@enduringdevotion // Hearth's Rising - Yule Log Hunting

[bvrriers]

Ito peeked inside another box. This was going to take forever... The young man had entered an odd little shop of miscellaneous items on his hunt. He was determined to find at least one star. If not more, if he could.

He was just about to wrap his own hand around the handle of a vase to check inside of it when another person on the other side took the vase down.

Perhaps it was aggressive, but the young man immediately made several platforms to clamor all the way up to poke his head over the top of the aisle. "Oi! That's mine! I had it first!"

@enduringdevotion // Hearth's Rising - Scavenger Hunt

[crows-primadonna]

[ @enduringdevotion ] Hearths Warming Starter!

Kraehe rushes into the Café, warming up her fingers as she shivers slightly. No matter how beautiful the snow is or how lovely the decorations are, she never could like the cold. She wishes she can hibernate or fly to warmer places or anything to avoid it. She looks outside the window, eyeing the decorations of the festival and the falling snow. Maybe, she can stay here a bit.

The smell of coffee is really nice, though. Cafés always seem to put her at ease with the cozy interior and the fragrance of coffee and cocoa. They always were so inviting, especially in cold times. It's only until taking in the view, she notices the man working here.

He seems a bit.. out of place compared to the Café. Looks more like a rugged vigilante than a barista.

[bluestringpuppeteer]

"Nicholas."

The voice is soft, quiet, and intense as always. But there's the now familiar undercurrent of anxiety to it that marks it as entirely different then the one he knew before. Now, it's got an additional flavor of worry to it, which was of course, entirely foreign to the other voice it reflected.

Legato's approach is quick, taking advantage of his long stride in a way that would almost imply he's afraid that Wolfwood will simply turn and vanish. Perhaps not an entirely unfounded worry either.

"You've been gone," he states, despite it being the obvious truth, then frowns. "Nai and I went to see if you three were alright but you were all gone. We cleaned up but... What happened?"

Oh, he really is worried. Long fingers fidget with the lapels of his coat, smoothing over the bluebells embroidered there in an obvious attempt to self-soothe. He'd only left Nai's side when the other echoes had begun to show up on Arcanus again, when the apparent danger had passed, and now he's anxious to assure himself that the others who's company he likes are intact and well.

Or as well as they can be. Who knew what had happened to them all there.

@enduringdevotion

[drunkelreporter]

Things had finally calmed down after the craze of the moss, people rebuilt and recovered and life moved on. He and Astarion had finally pried themselves out of the house and were getting back into the swing of things, more or less. Astarion had grudgingly gone back to work and Roberto was writing again, which meant he had to move around the city and talk to people again.

He'd been working on that, meandering and chatting with random strangers about the recovery efforts post-Nightmare Moss outbreak. It was what most places were concerned with and the articles that sold right now and his own personal curiosity and concern that was driving him. Interacting with people on the street helped make it feel a little more real but also more in the past.

Anything that helped it feel more like the past helped Roberto's nerves.

He was walking with his notebook in hand, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, the scruffy black kitten standing on his shoulder and surveying the world from his perch. It was a sunny day, still so much cooler then he was used to on Noman's, and Roberto was taking his time to enjoy it while it lasted. At least until he spotted another new figure meandering along as well and blew out a stream of smoke as he turned to face them, hand half raised in a lazy sort of wave.

"Hey there, how's it-- Nicholas?" Roberto freezes halfway through his attempt at a greeting, staring at the kid in shades and a suit that's too big on him. He looks exactly like when Roberto had last seen him, springing out of the elevator to stop the little monster from murdering both him and Meryl. Moments too late for him.

Not that Roberto blames the kid, his luck had just run out after all.

"Huh. Not a face I was expecting to see turn up here." Did he know? Had he seen what Roberto had tried his best to hide from at least two of the kids? Damn damn damn.

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[aevummarket]

Afternoon, I'd like to please rank up Nicholas D. Wolfwood of Trigun Stampede to Ardent. My stats are at /stats and thread tracker at /threads. Today is 14th of December.

Your experiences have led you to deeper ties in this world. Young Echo, may you cherish them well.

Congrats! Your muse, NICHOLAS D. WOLFWOOD has ranked up to Ardent Rank! You now have the following benefits:

Access to Tier 2 of the Marketplace

200 emblems per Activity Check

All other benefits are listed on the RANKS PAGE.

— Mod Leillis  🌸

[aevumisles]

Hi! I would like to move Nicholas D. Wolfwood of Trigun Maximum’s housing! Their previous housing was Eterna Village 108, and they’ll be moving to the newly purchased home owned by Mo Xuanyu. Today’s date is November 21

You relinquish your OLD HOUSE KEY to 108, ETERNA VILLAGE in exchange for A NEW KEY. The receptionist at CITY HALL gives your permit one last once-over before signing and dating it.

"Ah! You two found a real nice property. I hope you enjoy it!"

Congrats! Your muse, NICHOLAS D. WOLFFWOOD, now has MOVED HOUSE. You can find your housing listed under HEARTHSIDE DWELLINGS on the Aevum Isles Map, or on the CUSTOM HOUSING PAGE.

You receive the following:

A House Key. Emblazoned upon it is: Mo Xuanyu's House.

[epilvgue]

「𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤!」- He had seen the name when it appeared in his phone registry nearly three months ago.

He had chosen to ignore it. Avoid it. Bury himself in more shifts at the farm, pick up extra hours as much as he could.

As if not acknowledging that Nicholas was here would make easier. As if not acknowledging what he saw in his phone's contact list would make it turn into a dream.

He wanted Wolfwood there but at the same time he didn't think he was ready for it. Besides... what if this one... wasn't his?

He heard the click of a lighter, saw it all out of the corner of his eye - the false priest dressed all in black leaned against a wall, so much softer than usual, "C'mon ya big baby. You're gonna have ta meet me some time. Or I'm gonna come looking for you. You know that."

Vash shoved his hands into his pockets, dressed in in work clothes, hair mussed and down, fluffing out around his head. He tilted his head away from the apparition slightly, the light catching against his earring. He was waiting for the gondola system.

Finally it came and Vash entered a car, plopping down and stretching out. Legs splayed out and he leaned his head back. There was only one other person in the car so it was fine for now.

"Maaaan, I'm beat," he groaned to no one in particular.

@enduringdevotion // unplotted

[gesslen]

Viața este o călătorie scurtă, un moment în ⏰🕰️🌙 timp în vasta întindere a universului. Timpul ne alunecă printre degete ca nisipul ⏳➿⌛️, lăsându-ne să ne ținem de amintirile și momentele trecute. Cu toate acestea, în mijlocul 🤔😫😵 haosului și scurtarea vieții, un lucru rămâne constant și neschimbat - dragostea noastră 💋💕😘 pentru cei pe care i-am lăsat în urmă. Rămâne ca o fantomă în umbră, o șoaptă tăcută 🤫💬👂 în vânt, o atingere blândă a inimii noastre. Indiferent de câți 🌅➡️🌇 sori răsare și apune, dragostea noastră pentru ei nu se estompează niciodată. Este o legătură care transcende timpul și spațiul, un 🌌🌟 far de lumină în întunericul pierderii, o mărturie a legăturii eterne 🔐💪🤝.

[humanoidnaturaldisaster]

Vash sniffed, pushing himself up from the floor ever so slightly in order to roll over onto his side, pressing his forehead against the floor and up he got to his knees, looking over at Wolfwood like he'd never experienced anything like that in his life- the hit was solid, unlike anything he knew he could feel, being a plant...it dulled the sense of damage from blunt trauma, but now something was wrong, it was off- it felt more. Wolfwood stooped down to his side, hissing, growling, and his heart only managed to sink further down into his stomach.

"'m sorry...Roberto told me you were here- well..not here but..somewhere. He doesn't know anything." His lips felt numb as he licked them, a sort of nervous tick he picked up from his time around nervous people...or liars, either one..he could hardly tell. "Nico.. don't-" He called, watching Nicholas walk to the door, fists coliding with the wires of the cage door, before he started kicking- a man telling about some unknown deal. Did he fuck up more than he thought?

Vash huffed in agitation, getting up to follow Nico out toward the back- turning back as he eyed the money pot of onlooker bets...a lot of cash, and a handful of guilt...he slipped behind the desk, pocketing as much as he could in the short amount of time. Vash was naturally rather good at going undetected, but his luck was thin today- and he bolted as soon as someone went to enter the room, catching a glance of the back of his heels as he ran.

"WOLFWOOD, WAIT!" Vash yelled, quick to grab at the vial but miscalculating his attempt, falling forward heavy on his one leg, turning around to watch the vial break...memory flashed behind his eyes, pain, agony, heartbreak. It all came flooding in, a whiskey bottle- a couch, bullet wounds, blood... He attempted again, grabbing at the arm of his friend to pull away the vial from his teeth.

The wolf tumbled with the other, letting him move, but the sudden sting of the bile scent had him backing right up. He'd been careful to be light, seems Vash was far more frail than even a typical human. Granted, he shoulder charged him, but no one had thrown up like that.

Bile, mostly saliva but he can smell the acids from the stomach. Did his body even internally sit like a humans? He'd never really asked Nai that yet. He knew the sisters were interesting, their stomachs were mostly in the same place.

So he's torturing himself again. Figures.

The words just make him hiss, scowling as he hunches over him. The crowd is making noise, silencing their arguments to any but those right by them. Even lightly tossing the fruit salad in front of him will shatter something. Can't hide that from Roberto.

"Yeah? Well, now you know. Fuck, Vash, Roberto's gonna kick your ass if he finds out." He groaned, already seeing the scolding he himself is going to get for forgetting people arriving here are basic.

First he thumped the gate, but when no one opened it he just turned, kicking right at the hinges so the door would break open. He saw his hire and scowls.

"We had a deal, Nicholas. You won't get a single key if you walk out." The man's voice is low, a warning, leaving the wolf to twitch.

"Fuck your keys. I'm not fighting a cripple who looks ready to collapse at a breeze, you psycho. I kept everyone alive, like I promised." He snapped, stalking closer to the door, ready to leave.

"You won't be able to afford that house you wanted." The man's words had Nicholas looking ready to kill, the male backing away nervously.

"I said. Fuck your keys. As a matter of fact, fuck you. I quit, and next time I see your little bitches on the street, I'll send them to the ICU rather than just a broken bone." He leaves then, flipping off the crowd booing him to retreat to the back of the place.

There, he finds his cross, groaning as he rubs his face, reaching to snag a towel and wipe his hands, sure to rid himself of any evidence before fishing for the glowing vial as his lung finally complained from the blade wound earlier. He didn't care about the Plant he left behind, he'd run before he followed.

"Just run like you always do. Not like you cared to stay for me." He spits blood onto the floor, finally finding the vials he was after, sighing as he mentally notes when he's taken it to track the use. "There's my beauty." lips curl at the slender sight, turning it over a few times before bringing the tip between teeth, ready to break.

[bluestringpuppeteer]

Legato was back to work, business as usual. Just because things went horribly wrong and people died didn't mean that things didn't continue on, that they didn't return back to normal. He couldn't simply hide in Knives' home once things steadied again and so off to work again he went.

Once he settled back into it, it was soothing. He'd always liked working in a kitchen and it helped ease the remaining tension from his mind. He could simply exist and cook orders and not think too hard about anything else.

At least until something slipped through his zen and stirred him into full awareness again. The young woman who worked the register asked the name of the person ordering and Legato could swear the answer was 'Wolfwood'. He tilted his head and listened as she repeated it and, indeed, that was the name. Wolfwood. Curious, Legato peers out of the kitchen, mostly hidden where he won't be immediately spotted unless someone looks for him specifically. And there, walking away from the register to take a seat, is a young man with ruffled dark hair and sunglasses, shirt only partly buttoned and suit jacket looking too big for his frame.

Not his Wolfwood, not Vash's. This one was from the other version of themselves, the version the younger Vash came from. Legato tilts his head and hums to himself, considering the order he's handed. Simple enough but easy to elevate and... he's feeling generous. He'll put more effort into this one just because he wants to see the younger Wolfwood's reaction.

He doubts he'll get anything of a friendly reaction himself but he's still trying, which means not making enemies right off the cuff for his own part. He slips back into the kitchen proper to get started.

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[drunkelreporter]

Wormify Your Muse

Tagged by: Everyone in general

Tagging: @nicholas-wolfwood @orangetintedglasses @enduringdevotion @fangsanddaggers

[aevummarket]

Hello there! I'd like to purchase an ability unlock for Nicholas D. Wolfwood, specifically his enhanced strength (able to easily twirl around a 300lb laser/machine gun kind of strength)! His stats are found at /stats and his currency at /skills.

When you awaken, you feel rekindled. As though some small piece of you has assembled itself back together….

Your ENHANCED STRENGTH has been restored to you.

ABILITY UNLOCK 500 Emblems ALL Abilities and Items listed on a Muse’s application can be bought back at any time. Application unlocks are limited to two (2) abilities/items per Activity Check without exception.

ORIGINAL EMBLEM BALANCE: 500 TRANSACTION: 500 Emblems CURRENT EMBLEM BALANCE: 0

— 🏵️ Creo

[aevumisles]

Without prior reserve, I’d like to app Nicholas D. Wolfwood from Trigun Stampede. My app can be found under /app on my blog. The date is March 12th.

You feel stillness and motion pressing upon you from all sides. From this, you are stirred, and spurred by your awakening, you step from the long quiet.

You, NICHOLAS D. WOLFWOOD, find yourself standing before the Temporal Tower, in a garden seemingly tucked away from the seasons of time. Still, people flock here beneath the borealis that lights the sky above, here to greet you. A Guardian approaches.

Hello…. Echo. Well don’t look so confused, everything is exactly as it was made to be in preparation for your arrival. I would know. Yada yada yada, we hope you enjoy your stay… don’t break anything.

You receive the following:

A House Key. Emblazoned upon it is: 208, Eterna Village.

A Standard Issue Phone. It lights up when it manifests in your hand.

A 3lb Bag of Gummy Worms. The guardian hands you the item with a bit of a cheeky squint, merely saying it hopes you can find some sweetness again.

Welcome to the Aevum Isles.

— 🏵️ Creo

[epilvgue]

「𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤!」- People were hissing and booing from all around as one of the combatants did nothing but dodge and swerve, Vash even scrambling up the cage to avoid the blows. He was hoping to tire the guy out and be able to leave it at that.

Man, he's got some stamina! Vash thought as he again ducked out of the way and scurried to the other side of the ring. He was starting to think he might actually have to fight back somehow and he'd noticed that the man tended to leave his sides open.

However, a particular voice, new but so painfully familiar, cut through everything and he paused for a moment, looking out into the crowd.

"Wolfwood?!" He nearly squawked the name as he ran around the cage, dodging and leaping and scrambling for his life. Vash finally spotted him in the crowd (it wasn't that hard of a thing to do as the young man pushed his way to the front, hissing and spitting louder than anyone - he'd noted it before, but this Wolfwood... reminded him a little bit of a cat.) and zipped over to press his face against the fencing. "What are you doin' here?!"

The threat went glossed over as Vash hopped and dodged and weaved. He was practically upside down in the cage, almost hanging from the ceiling before - "Ah -!"

He lost his grip and fell on top of his assailant. Only to be tossed off and into the cage head first. "...I know..."

「𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤!」- Like most things, Vash had to ask himself: How had he ended up here? He was pretty sure that he hadn't done anything to deserve getting noticed like this.

Fingers gripped the wire thatching around the ring. He nearly pressed his face up against the rail.

"Hey! C'mon! This is a mistake! I'm really no good at fightin' an' th' sight of blood makes me queasy!"

A yelp cut off the end of his begging. He ducked again as a heavy fist came swinging. Frantically, he climbed the cage. - It wasn't helping his case.

venom rings || open starter - aevum only