#wolfwood........hm. hes maybe a blood player.

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

HEY HEY MAC. QUESTION. now that you’re familiar with vash what would u classpect him. i said he’d be a page probably (yk long journey which ends in unfathomable power) and ros said maybe page of life but they also said maybe muse of blood which. is a classpect for him that drive me crazy bonkers. i was also v partial to prince/bard of doom. do u have Thoughts

OHHH FUCK YEAH CLASSPECT QUESTION. YES PLEADE I LOVE TALKING CLASSPECTS MORE THAN ANYTHING I ALWAYS HAVE CLASSPECT THOUGHTS. OUGH OK.

Initial thought was also page!!!! page is a good class for him i think. page of life specifically works REALLY well, i think vash is a stronger life player than a blood player. (in a similar vein. perhaps knight of life. i think making vash and knives both life players but vash is a knight/page and knives is a prince. ough.)

ON THE OTHER HAND. I ALWAYS FORGET MUSE AND LORD ARE AN OPTION. HOLY SHIT. consider perhaps. muse of life vash, lord of doom (or rage? maybe rage.) knives.

[nicholas-wolfwood]

A New Assignment - Return

It had been a long week, but finally Wolfwood had arrived back in town, stretching from the long steamer ride, and the almost-unfamiliar weight of the Punisher on his back.

“Fuck me... Not like I’d ever admit it to anyone else, but fuck I almos’ forgot how cathartic those kinda missions could be.” Specifically the kind that involved being let off the leash to kill without being lectured or getting his ass beat over it.

Well, so long as Vash never found out...

Hey, the targets were assholes anyways, the planet was better off without them!

“Well, it was nice seeing you back to your old self.” The musician chuckled, giving his (sadly temporary) partner a smirk. It had been a simple mission; eliminate a corrupt group that had been earning their fortunes from commandeering and exploiting the local Plants. Their ties to the underground had run deep enough to earn them some high quality mercenaries as bodyguards... but not deep enough to stand a chance against two of the planet’s local “demons”. Watching Chapel tear through them as the screaming heightened his music like old times made the trip more than worthwhile.

He’d look forward to reading the story of their handiwork in the papers.

“Maybe I should pick you up for these sorts of orders more often, get that bloodlust out of your system, hm?”

“Heh. Maybe. I’ll think about it.” The idea did get an anticipatory shiver out of him, but Wolfwood quickly shook it off. It was time to get back to his usual patterns as of late, after all. Not that he didn’t enjoy some parts of this side of his life for now (Knives and company not included), but he couldn’t deny spilling blood again felt like a bottle of brandy after going dry for months...

“I’ll see ya around, Player. Now get lost before Spikey spots you or I might jus’ hafta shoot you to keep up appearances.”