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[goldenglasses]

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.]

Comments

[goldenglasses]

Neither really. The lizards aren't very different and I haven't run into any sandworms yet to compare them. That and those stripy creatures like me riding them as much as the animals at home do. [Meaning they don't seem to like it at all.]

[stefanged]

Your world had sandworms.

[At some point, he'll learn to stop asking questions, but today is not nowhere near that day.] I don't think the horses like many people, if it helps. They're a bit... unpredictable.

[goldenglasses]

Yup. Giant ones too, but as long as you stay on bedrock they're really not a problem.

Well, to the animal's credit, I'm also not a very graceful rider. [He rubs his neck with a chuckle.] But they don't have to throw me so hard.

[stefanged]

[He opens his mouth, then promptly decides against what he's going to say because he doesn't have the energy to discuss sandworms.]

Horses aren't the best at showing tact. [wry smile] They either like you or they don't - and you spend a while regaining their favor.

[goldenglasses]

Yeah, well the horse-type transport weren't exactly horses where I'm from. And they don't like me either. Do they have some kind of horsey mental network among them planet to planet saying: that guy in the red coat and amazing hair. Don't let him ride you.

[stefanged]

Yeah? Then what did you try to ride?

[It's probably the body language, though Stefan wouldn't have the faintest idea of how to change a horse's attitude. He tries (and fails) to hold back a laugh.] Somehow I doubt that.

[goldenglasses]

Thomases mostly, they're animals, not people named Tomas. They're two legged fuzzy, long noses, bird... mammal thing?

[stefanged]

Sounds like our world's Moas. Or would've been Moas, if they were still around.

[He also might've been visiting New Zealand prior to coming here, which is why it's especially fresh in his mind.] Either way, it's definitely not species telepathy. Maybe they smell your cologne or... something.

[goldenglasses]

Never heard of Moases before. Did you ride them?

[He considers the cologne option for a moment.] Maybe they don't like the smell but I haven't been able to get the same cologne since leaving home.

[stefanged]

I wish. They've been extinct for at least two hundred years.

[He shrugs.] Then I've got nothing. Maybe it is some weird freaky sixth sense of theirs.

How'd I miss the still around. Teach me for tagging when tired. @.@

[goldenglasses]

Oh. That's what you meant by still around. Sorry.

And I still have my money on horse-like-animal telepathy. [Lie. And don't mind him as he casually turns as someone comes to look over some of the more rewarding posters briefly than leave again.]

no worries!! it seemed like a vash thing |D;

[stefanged]

[He shakes his head a little.] Don't worry about it.

It's a better guess than what I had-- [Right, they were discussing how Vash even got those bounty posters to begin with. This isn't the greatest idea out there, but Stefan folds his arms and gestures towards them.] So how many of those posters you think you've got? I wouldn't mind taking a few of 'em down.

Well, that would be because he's an idiot and so is my subconscious Lol XD!

[goldenglasses]

[Vash groans at the first question just thinking about it. If this was home? Far too many to count, but here it would probably just be a few neighboring towns and maybe only one or two per board.]

Hard to say, one is TOO many, but there's probably-- what, really? You believe I was framed?! Because there was this cat lady earlier that didn't believe me.

sssh no don't say that ❤

[stefanged]

Nah. I think you did something. They don't exactly print out bounty posters for no good reason.

But I also know you wouldn't last long in these jails, and that other members of the Fleet might be itching to put you back themselves. [Which might make for killer ratings, now that he thinks about it.] So unless you're willing to pay off your debt, we're at a bit of a draw.

Makes my muse easy to play! ~_^ I'm just kidding

[goldenglasses]

Yes they do.

[Muttered under his breath. Sure, he deserved the start of his bounty back home, but half the things that were added later weren't him.

The other half. Yes, those were him.]

Unfortunately, I don't have enough money to replace a whole bar I didn't knock down. So thanks buddy! I really don't want to be stuck eating whatever these jails have to offer for dinner.

ffff ❤

[stefanged]

I figured you didn't, but the bar owner might've been willing to make a deal. [Always believing the best in people, that's Stefan in a nutshell.]

You really think prison food'll be worse than processed protein?

Re: ffff ❤

[goldenglasses]

But I wasn't the one who started the fight or even participated! Why do I have to pay for it!?

[When you put it like that...]

Actually, I wonder if they'd pay me the bounty if I turned myself in now that you say that.

[stefanged]

Were you the last one around when the whole thing tore down?

[Because that's usually how it goes.]

No idea. You'd have to find out if they would for yourself.

[goldenglasses]

I, ah, was one of the first to run away? [As that totally means innocence.] So I wouldn't get blamed for it. [Complete backfire.]

You should ask for me. I wouldn't want to get arrested and not paid if I went to ask that.

[stefanged]

[He... he can't believe this is where the conversation's going, because now he's legitimately got nothing.]

Are you sure you want me asking? I'm not really interested in the money.

[goldenglasses]

Hmm, naw, I've never heard of a jail that will let you drink in it. I may have to pay for it still but I'll stick to saloon food for now.

[stefanged]

Still beats the protein, doesn't it?

[It's sad when that is the standard of cooking they're used to, but Stefan has resigned himself to his current culinary fate.] Good luck with dodging the bounty hunters. I know a few other Fleet people've signed up to help out, so you might want to steer clear for a bit.

[goldenglasses]

Yeah, I know. I think I'll be fine. [Zero worry whatsoever from that tone.] I'm not even worth very much. [More so when he compares it to his old bounty.]

[stefanged]

I wouldn't say that.

[He furrows his brow at the thought, because... well, to him, human life's priceless.] With some of the guys I know, money's not the issue so much as justice.

[goldenglasses]

[He and Vash should discuss their shared all life is priceless sometime.] But I'm innocent! So they don't need to worry about that!

[Because that always works, right?] And look! They only get something if I'm brought in alive anyway! That's good, right?