#temporary guest: midvalley

[nicholas-wolfwood]

Midvalley's going to find sylvia with a slightly new look when he gets the chance

Luckily for him the googly eyes aren't stuck on there permanently and the adhesive residue is easily washed off

WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIS PRECIOUS SYLVIA?!

The Hornfreak is just going to stare in horror at the utter debasement that's befallen her. How could anyone disrespect a beautiful lady like that?!

Sighing, he carefully managed to pull the stupid things off, making a mental note to find a way to clean her off with the splints on. It's a good thing Chapel's not here right now, damn brat probably would have found it hilarious.

[nicholas-wolfwood]

"You're a real charmer, aren't you?" He sighs. He hasn't had enough coffee for this.

“I mean, its okay. But with how much you’re squirming right now, its also pathetic. So I’m having fun. So I’m just gonna keep screwing with you.” His hands formed a heart shape.

[nicholas-wolfwood]

"Does Horny Boy have healing powers?"

"Well, not exactly. You know certain vibration frequencies can encourage and even speed up healing time, yeah? Well, what's sound other than vibrations in the air? It's no miracle cure like that stuff Chapel takes, so I don't think it counts, but it does cut recovery time by a bit."

[nicholas-wolfwood]

If ‘nightmare’ means ‘irritating’, then yes.

[nicholas-wolfwood]

Hands Mid his sax case. Its empty.

Leave an object in my ask and my muse will react to it being given to them

".........."

"....I am giving you one and only one chance. Where is she?"

[nicholas-wolfwood]

"Hm?" Legato paused when Finn got between him and his underling, eyebrow raising in surprise. "Quite the contrary, in fact. I'm surprised you'd defend a mass murderer, but I admit I'm surprised. Perhaps I'll pick him up later, then." He was curious what Finn intended.

nicholas-wolfwood​:

“As observant as ever, I see.” Legato shook his head. “As I don’t expect you to understand, either. That said, I suppose the lesson has been conveyed.” He looked down at the musician who frantically nodded his head.

“Humans don’t need ‘caring about’, but I suppose I’ll humor you. I’ve taken long enough as it is.” He released Finn, though kept his threads ready. The boy was nothing if not stubborn. “You needn’t ‘care’. I’m just taking him back home where he belongs.” A prospect that, if the musician’s shudder was any indication, Midvalley was NOT fond of.

☄️ Finn let out a sigh of relief, both at being able to move his own limbs again, and the fact that Legato finally seemed bored with the whole ordeal.

“Thank y-” he cut off when he noticed Midvalley’s visible fear. He quickly tried to put himself in between the two, intent on defending the injured man further. “How ‘bout I take him home instead? Y’all seem like you don’t want him around anyway.” 🌼

[nicholas-wolfwood]

"...I don't know what that is, but change the 'goddess' part and I'll take that."

[nicholas-wolfwood]

@redjaybird​

That means he can’t ANSWER the door, either!

[nicholas-wolfwood]

HE LITERALLY CAN’T UNLOCK THE DOOR, VASH!

[nicholas-wolfwood]

@diverse-hearts || Continued

Wolfwood couldn't help but watch with a twinge of unease as Midvalley was hooked into the strange machine. Sure, they've both tried to kill each other on multiple occasions, and he was fully planning on making the bastard squeal one way or another, but it looked so much like the strange medical pod that Legato had been in... And he'd always had a bit of a soft spot for the Hornfreak, as terrible of an idea that was.

"A fake world's 'simple', yeah right." His grumbling was half-hearted, though he frowned when he took the object handed to him, feeling it over. "Uh, these feel kinda like glasses... it's more 'n jus' lookin', right? 'Cuz that'll be a moot point for at least another half hour." He waved a hand in front of his own sightless eyes for emphasis.

Of course, even if it was, he was prepared to follow Seto's instructions and see what this whole thing was about.

[nicholas-wolfwood]

"Speaking of horny, how's horny boy doin'?"

"About to lose my mind from boredom."

[nicholas-wolfwood]

They whistle just outside of the door to Vash's inn room, knowing full well the Plant is otherwise occupied.

"Midvalley, you there? Did Vash leave you stuck inside? I will kick his ass." Metaphorically, they still regret smacking him considering how much damage it did to their mutual trust.

He's never been this bored in his life. And that is saying something.

Midvalley isn't sure how many days it's been (he's pretty sure it's not been more than a week or two at most) since his captivity- sorry, 'help' from the Humanoid Typhoon, but he's certainly been gone for a while now. Which would be a blessing in disguise, except the injured musician can't open the damn lock on the door! Not since last time, the bastard adjusted the darn thing.

He was contemplating tapping out one of his favorite orchestra pieces (again), when he heard someone stop outside the door. The whistle quickly keyed him in on who it was, and he couldn't help but perk up.

"Zer0? What are you doing here? And yeah, I uh," damn it was embarrassing to admit, "I can't... get the lock open. Not yet."

[nicholas-wolfwood]

Midvalley greatly appreciates this!

Midvalley can hide behind Zer0, since Nicholas is clearly not currently capable of being a human shield.

[nicholas-wolfwood]

“You have no idea what I’m capable of.“ @glvtted

The Last of Us... With More Guns!

"And I don't need to know." He's not like Chapel. He's not one to pull at the leash, to bare his fangs against his masters, or stick his neck out. The Hornfreak just did as he was told, put a smile on, and tried to keep the maniac placated enough to not rip his innards out.

Well. Most of the time.

"We all already know enough not to cross you, sir." He learned his lesson last time.

[nicholas-wolfwood]

Son of a BITCH- what’s his boss doing here?!

[nicholas-wolfwood]

The bar is rather quiet tonight, the usual raucous voices of drunk patrons a soft spattering of conversations. Why would anyone want to yell, and risk drowning out the music?

Smooth jazz fills the dingy saloon in the background, a calming sound, primarily from the white-suited man on saxophone. It was masterfully performed, tying in with the rest of the band yet standing out in quality- the kind of music one would sooner expect to find in a professional theater than a cheap pub, and almost seeming to work with the casual chatter rather than fighting to be heard over it.

Who would expect less from the Master of Sound, after all?