Nicholas D. Wolfwood currently has a very limited number he is certain of. They are, in order of importance: his profession (a priest, of course - he even woke up dressed for it), his name (though...not what the "D." actually stands for), that something is deeply fucked up (inarguable), and that he lives in the desert. He doesn't think it was this area of desert, but he won't commit to that as a certainty. See: the depths to which things are currently fucked up.
As he walks around the town again, trying to shake anything else from his brain, he finds one more certainty. He could really use a drink.
The saloon is loud, but it's a wall of noise that makes him less jumpy after wandering around instinctively examing every shadow and turning at every noise behind his back. This is raucous in a way that feels more predictable. And a lot less lonely. He weaves his way through the crowd, smiling and nodding, and finds a spot at the end of the bar.
Looking over at the person nearest to him, he asks "What are you having?"
2. Memories of the living dead
Feeling drawn to the graveyard isn't inexplicable for Nicholas. One of the few things he does remember is how to perform a funeral service (a skill which he has a sinking feeling will be required in this fucked up town). It makes perfect sense to come here, find a place to sit, and try to think.
...And think about how the sun hasn't moved while he's been thinking.
And about what those lights could be.
And what's howling.
He is absolutely positive that the way he's now turning is the way he came. And for a while, he passes graves he recognizes from before. But then ones he definitely did not pass earlier appear - worn down crypts, statues of what he hopes are angels with wings spread wide. Great hiding places, basically. After a while he stops and turns, by now at least as irritated as he is afraid.
"I know you're there!"
3. Denny's meme
It is 3:30 a.m. and there is at least one customer in the diner, a tall lanky fellow with a clerical collar. Is he up late? Early? Either way, he has an enormous stack of pancakes in front of him, liberally smeared with butter.
If he spots you, he'll give a friendly wave. "I recommend the pancakes."
Nicholas D. Wolfwood | Trigun Maximum
Nicholas D. Wolfwood currently has a very limited number he is certain of. They are, in order of importance: his profession (a priest, of course - he even woke up dressed for it), his name (though...not what the "D." actually stands for), that something is deeply fucked up (inarguable), and that he lives in the desert. He doesn't think it was this area of desert, but he won't commit to that as a certainty. See: the depths to which things are currently fucked up.
As he walks around the town again, trying to shake anything else from his brain, he finds one more certainty. He could really use a drink.
The saloon is loud, but it's a wall of noise that makes him less jumpy after wandering around instinctively examing every shadow and turning at every noise behind his back. This is raucous in a way that feels more predictable. And a lot less lonely. He weaves his way through the crowd, smiling and nodding, and finds a spot at the end of the bar.
Looking over at the person nearest to him, he asks "What are you having?"
2. Memories of the living dead
Feeling drawn to the graveyard isn't inexplicable for Nicholas. One of the few things he does remember is how to perform a funeral service (a skill which he has a sinking feeling will be required in this fucked up town). It makes perfect sense to come here, find a place to sit, and try to think.
...And think about how the sun hasn't moved while he's been thinking.
And about what those lights could be.
And what's howling.
He is absolutely positive that the way he's now turning is the way he came. And for a while, he passes graves he recognizes from before. But then ones he definitely did not pass earlier appear - worn down crypts, statues of what he hopes are angels with wings spread wide. Great hiding places, basically. After a while he stops and turns, by now at least as irritated as he is afraid.
"I know you're there!"
3. Denny's meme
It is 3:30 a.m. and there is at least one customer in the diner, a tall lanky fellow with a clerical collar. Is he up late? Early? Either way, he has an enormous stack of pancakes in front of him, liberally smeared with butter.
If he spots you, he'll give a friendly wave. "I recommend the pancakes."
...obviously.