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Who: Vash the Stampede and you!
Broadcast: Open to all
Action: Dusty planet side
When: At any point on the planet

[Vash managed to rise to the challenge of keeping the Three Twins darting fast enough to keep the ship from getting too damaged. Well, until the controls stopped responding of course. After the adventure in the sky and leaving such an amazing Planet last month, Vash is only just a BIT disappointed to step out onto a dusty landscape. He even looks up just to be sure there's not two suns above him, but nope, this wasn't Gunsmoke at all.]

Shooting Range

[It doesn't take Vash long to fall into the swing of the western planet. One of the first things the ace gunman does is to get a new firearm. He's picky. Asking the right people he eventually figures out who the best gunsmith around is. Finally after spending a good chunk of his cash he is now the owner of one of the nicer six shooters this planet had to offer. Which wasn't that great.

Still, it was something, it also wasn't as heavy ~~among many other things~~ as his old one. So he takes it out to the firing range the gunsmith has set outback for people to test his wares. He'll be there for a bit as he'd rather not use a gun for protection without knowing it inside and out. Not that it will really take very long before Vash has adjusted for the difference in weight and the recoil of his new gun. He won't be doing any special or trick shots. In fact, it looks like he keeps MISSING. He's only hit the target a couple times in the shoulder and legs even though he keeps firing lots of rounds at the moment as he gets use to the gun.

Or IS he missing the target?]

Broadcast

[This planet may be boring to him, but he knows there's some that may still enjoy it.] A desert can be a very dangerous place. If anyone wants to go exploring and hasn't lived in a desert before and wants a guide I'll be happy to accompany anyone. I'm use to spending nights out in the desert.

[Then his tone of voice changes from a serious offer to a sing-song tone.] Especially while body-guarding for pretty women~~~ If the service is needed~~~

The wanted poster

[The gun had cost more than Vash really wished to spend, but he's still glad he did. It just means he's spending more nights in the bar playing games of chance to refill his wallet. After all there's less chance when you can count cards. It wasn't even his cheating that had STARTED the bar fight. Yet, he found himself in the middle of it all and somehow (he really doesn't know WHY these things always tends to happen to him) in the end the bar came collapsing down. So the innocent man fled the scene.

So imagine his surprise when walking by some wanted posters a few days later. Spotting one with a crude drawing of his broom head plastered on it.] IT WAS MY FAULT!? NO IT WASN'T! [He clamps his hand over his mouth as he hurriedly pulls out a pen to draw a mustache and beard on the drawing of himself. Cursing his luck. His bounty may only be a small one compared to his sixty billion back home, but still! IT HADN'T BEEN HIS FAULT!]

And the bounty grows

[Problem with being a low bounty? People think you may be an easy mark and not use to dodging bounty hunters. Maybe your character is trying to cash his head in. Maybe you're getting stuck in the middle of another bar fight that has suddenly started where Vash is. Or maybe you're just ducking the explosion or building that's collapsing for some reason or other. But at this rate that bounty won't be staying too low for long.]

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If you were framed, then as a noble citizen of the fleet you shall have no problems claiming as such to the sheriff.

Hmm. [For a moment he looks like he's considering it.] Naw, no thanks. Sheriffs make me nervous when it comes to their listening skills.

Then I suggest you begin fleeing, for I shall surely pursue you if you don't make measures to repay what has been destroyed.

I do not intend to remain a pauper long.

Wait! [Said as he takes a couple steps backwards.] C-can't we talk about this a bit more? Like how about over dinner!

[ She steps forward, tail thrashing aggressively. ]

Did you not say you were poor?

Well, yes, but you know! Dinner is still a few hours away! I could borrow some money! Or play some poker! [Or run away if he hadn't gotten enough money yet for dinner. Mostly the run away part.]

[ Does she feel the effort to chase this man around yet? If he tells the truth, there is no need to turn in him for his supposed crimes - yet to let him frolic freely would be poor, if in truth he is the fiend. ]

So be it. In a few hours, you will gift me with dinner without another building meeting its untimely end, and I shall reconsider whether to drag you before the sheriff. If you fail, I will presume you are a liar in all things, and hunt you through the day and night until you have been judged by the law.

[Vash brightens a bit.] Hahahaha! Really? You're letting me go? [He wasn't expecting that. Maybe he'll actually show up to the dinner then.]

I have yet to decide your guilt.

[ She stares at him unwavering and cool. ]

But if you intend to flee, know that this planet is not big enough to hide you.

[And they'd be leaving the planet together too. Not very many places to hide in space.] Any hints on how to get you to believe my side of the story?

Act in a trustworthy manner, and I shall trust you.

What? Am I not now? [Asked after being caught defacing a wanted poster for himself.]

[ She stares at him entirely deadpan, not even dignifying such an obvious question with her words. ]

Well, I guess I'll see you later? Say, six-ish in front of the tavern?

It is a date.

[ And, having decided that, she turns to walk away. ]

[Vash will leave to go and play some poker. Careful not to get caught cheating and as he can't outrun a fleet member and would like to have a good image in the fleet he actually shows up T the agreed time.

Almost didn't show up, but shows up on time in the end.] One dinner as Promised! Just, ah, don't order anything too fancy, okay? Or I'll have to spend the night washing dishes! Ha ha ha ha!

I am impressed, and you do well to redeem your reputation. I feared I might need hunt you across the desert.

[ Though she says it, she doesn't sound fearful - Marhi sounds matter of fact, the act of stalking him as prey long determined beforehand. She remains in her armour for their dinner, for though she carries more charm-worthy outfits, none provide her with the security of her metal boots. ]

I will order plain soups and bread.

Being chased across the desert sounds like too much work and way too hot. [He holds the door open for her with an amused chuckle.] You could order a bit more than that. Unless of course you really like plain soup. Just no three course lobster meal please.

Yet, that was my second choice.

[ She saunters through, glancing around briefly before choosing a table. ]

Do places such as this sell fish? It seems fishing is a rare and unknown talent in the fleet.

[This place was in a way so much like home his mind almost wants to say as long as the town had a Plant. Still he knew better and kept the thought to himself.]

Depends on the ships that stop though here I think. Unlikely they have much in way of fishing on this planet.

I have fished some from the sands and the air, but there is little more than rusty metal and small fish.

Wait... what? Did you say you got fish from the... sand!? [He doesn't exactly disbelieve her, but it's just hard to wrap his head around.]

So few here have any grasp of the masteries of fishing - I fish as easily from sand as water, where there is life to be had.

I... just have never heard of fish living in, well, sand. I always thought they, you know, needed water.

Why would they need water alone? Fish live in many places - they swim the air, the sands, the lava. Those of a strange and twisted nature even survive in acids and poisons that would fell a man.