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Who: Vash and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Three Twins, Space Bar, and Planet
When: July 21st
[The change in Vash over the past month or so is subtle. Only those who spend a lot of time around him or know him well will have probably noticed. As of late though the smile that’s normally on his face doesn’t quite reach his eyes anymore. It’s still big and there, but just lacking a small something. He’s not as loud and rambunctious as he is normally. Still full of pep and annoyance, but again there’s a slight undertone of simply going through the motions of what’s expected.
He still shows up where expected. Bakeries ordering mountains of donuts. On the beach enjoying the sounds of the ocean. Cooking at the Space Bar. Laughing and enjoying life as normal. Although, if he doesn’t notice someone around at times he can be caught staring off into the distances. The mask nearly breaking for a moment during these moments as a frown tries to break through. Then with a shake of his head it’s gone and the normal Vash is back.
Hopefully people ordering food during Vash’s shifts at the Space Bar like well done food. Whoops.
Then the day he hates every year arrives. July 21st. The anniversary of the destruction of the city of July. Or at least, as best as he can figure by the fleet’s calendar.
Today Vash sits quietly on the beach, uneaten donuts and bottle of whiskey sitting next to him, and he can’t muster the strength to even pretend to smile. Not today; even though he tried earlier.
It’s at this moment Vash’s communicator he had placed in the sand decides to turn on. Catching him just as he stands with the whiskey in his hand. He considers the bottle a moment, twisting it in his hand, before opening it and pouring it slowly out onto the sand.]
I’m sorry, that this is all I can do for now. I promise, I’ll find a way back one day. I’m not running away this time. I’ll make sure it won’t happen again. I’m so sorry.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Three Twins, Space Bar, and Planet
When: July 21st
[The change in Vash over the past month or so is subtle. Only those who spend a lot of time around him or know him well will have probably noticed. As of late though the smile that’s normally on his face doesn’t quite reach his eyes anymore. It’s still big and there, but just lacking a small something. He’s not as loud and rambunctious as he is normally. Still full of pep and annoyance, but again there’s a slight undertone of simply going through the motions of what’s expected.
He still shows up where expected. Bakeries ordering mountains of donuts. On the beach enjoying the sounds of the ocean. Cooking at the Space Bar. Laughing and enjoying life as normal. Although, if he doesn’t notice someone around at times he can be caught staring off into the distances. The mask nearly breaking for a moment during these moments as a frown tries to break through. Then with a shake of his head it’s gone and the normal Vash is back.
Hopefully people ordering food during Vash’s shifts at the Space Bar like well done food. Whoops.
Then the day he hates every year arrives. July 21st. The anniversary of the destruction of the city of July. Or at least, as best as he can figure by the fleet’s calendar.
Today Vash sits quietly on the beach, uneaten donuts and bottle of whiskey sitting next to him, and he can’t muster the strength to even pretend to smile. Not today; even though he tried earlier.
It’s at this moment Vash’s communicator he had placed in the sand decides to turn on. Catching him just as he stands with the whiskey in his hand. He considers the bottle a moment, twisting it in his hand, before opening it and pouring it slowly out onto the sand.]
I’m sorry, that this is all I can do for now. I promise, I’ll find a way back one day. I’m not running away this time. I’ll make sure it won’t happen again. I’m so sorry.
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Robin is no different, deep down.]
A rather cryptic message, but I assume that's on purpose. Would it be too intrusive of me to ask what sort of condolences I ought to be giving?
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It wasn't meant to be cryptic the ah, people, I was talking to understand.
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[It seems statistically impossible to Robin, the older she gets and the more she sees how incredibly tenacious life can be. But as yet, she hasn't found anyone else like herself.]
Does company lift your spirits? Or is solace the way you cope better?
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Are you from Earth? [Maybe not same planet but galaxy?]
It— well... [Which is better? Vash hated being alone, but at the same time he didn't want to bring someone's spirits down with his. He'd rather be alone then make someone else upset. Yet he really didn't like being alone.] I'm not sure really. This isn't something I think someone can really feel better about either way.
[Is it wrong for him to seek comfort when he's the cause of so many people's misery?]
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And no, I suppose I'm not the same as back then.
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It's sometimes the hardest lesson to learn.
And to answer an earlier question, I came from an island in West Blue called Ohara. Do those place names mean anything to you?
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Oh! And I'm not from Earth. It just seems many people around here are. [And the humans of his world took to space to escape Earth, but that was ages ago for most.]
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It's enough to do your head in if you're not too careful.
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There's a certain logic to it. Since we know for a fact that alternate dimensions do exist, it makes sense, then, that perhaps some might be closer to each other than others.
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Ow. Yup. My head hurts now.
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[She offers a cheery smile.]
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[Robin bows her head a little.]