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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.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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.

I admit. I don't know much about fish, but I always thought the one thing they need was you know... water.

You are wrong.

[ She informs him with blunt certainty and a cool look. ]

Very well. Fish don't need water. So have you had much luck with fishing here?

I have. There are no whales or sharks, but there are fish I have lured. It may be that I lack the lore of the best fishing holes, with so many unfamiliar and myself limited in how deep I might travel the desert.

Well, I've spent most of my life in a desert I can lead you on deeper if you wanted, but I know nothing of fishing.

Though I own a house in the city of one, I never travel without map and mount that might carry me surely to an oasis - I know better foraging the forests than the desert. A guide would not go amiss.

And you'll have more time to see what a great guy I am! And I'll get to see how you get fish from sand! Because I would love to take that kind of knowledge home with me! The world can always use more salmon sandwiches!

It is a worthy plan for my time. That so few know the art of fishing is a shame, for knowledge of living off the land is a talent much needed and of great import. It is taught to the children of my tribe.

Although, can this trip be a catch and release type trip? I'm not really fan of violence even to a fish.

It... Is a fish. One eats a fish, not hug it.

[ Her confusion is apparent. ]

But it's still a life. Even if it's a fish.

I do not waste the lives I take, nor end them cruelly, but my race cannot live merely on air.

[ There mere idea of not eating caught food is beyond her ken. From youth she has been a hunter-gatherer, from fishing her wealth derives. But it is her hands, drenched in the blood of countless lives taken, that makes it truly beyond her. A world where none kill none is an impossible fantasy. ]

Well, I'm not saying you'd waste it. I just, well, I'm not comfortable around violence myself.

If you eat another's take, yet do not watch the hunting, you are no less part of it. It is mere childish fancy to be above the violence while reaping the reward.

[ Her tail flicks disdainfully, to match her judgemental gaze. ]

So be it. I will release my catch, but know that the paths you show me will lead to hunting - whether you watch, or not.

Yeah, I know. It is a bit silly, isn't it? [He knows the saying. The spiders eat the butterflies. You can't save both, but what's wrong with wanting to save both?] Still, I'd really appreciate it. Thank you.

You are welcome. Your knowledge is more important than your childish squeamishness.

Great! When would you like to go then? In the next few days? [If Vash cares at all about being called a child he doesn't show it.]

Edited 2015-10-15 05:44 (UTC)

Soonest would be wise. We know not when the ships will leave, and we have little say in it.

Then how about tomorrow? Unless of course you're thinking I should still go to jail?

You have proven yourself trustworthy thus far. I see no reason to beat you bloody and drag your body to the law.

Phew! That's good! I can't stand the sight of blood! Especially my own.