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[goldenglasses]

Who: Vash and you!
Broadcast: Open to all
Action: The gardens of the Iskaulit
When: During the afternoon

[Those communicators are such tricky things sometimes! Vash is visiting one of his favorite spots on the Iskaulit: the gardens. He can often be found here and today he's just feeling happy. No reason. It just happens sometimes.

Just like how communicators sometimes turn on. Like when they fall out of your pocket while you're sitting down. Enjoying the view. So the enjoy the view from the communicator as it looks up on a peaceful Vash who starts to sing softly. Not loud enough to bother anyone who may also be visiting the gardens, but loud enough for the communicator to pick up. It's a song that's also available from the media selection for anyone who's listened to it.

To Vash's credit. He's not a bad singer.]

Soooo. On the first celestial evening a pebble. From somewhere out of nowhere drops upon the dreaming world. Soooo. On the second celestial evening. All the children of their pebbles joined hands and composed a waltz.

[Feel free to interrupt at any time or just listen.]

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[therewerefifty]

[Guess who else is visiting the gardens. Go on.

She's doing a little work here, with the rudimentary skills she's been taught, when she hears the singing. It's a lovely song, and she doesn't recognise the voice-- a man sounds vastly different when singing. She stands up, dusting the small amount of dirt on her knees away delicately, before stepping in his direction.

Once she sees who it is, however-- she stops in the shadow of the trees, mouth tightening into a flat line, before she turns to go. He's not going to want her company, and she doesn't particularly want to give it.]

[goldenglasses]

[Shadows or no, Vash spots her as she comes up. His singing slows at first as he wonders who he might be disturbing and then stops when he realises who he's looking at.

Yet, instead of looking angry or upset he smiles kindly over at Makie.]

Oh, hello. I hope you've been well. [Almost as if he doesn't remember what happened the last time they saw each other.

Spoiler. He hasn't.]

[therewerefifty]

[He addresses her and she pauses, though she doesn't turn. But when she responds, it's as polite and gentle as ever.]

Yes.

...I could hope the same for you.

[She's not fooled.]

[goldenglasses]

I haven't been too bad.

[There is a single second of hesitation as Vash wants to find the right words.] I didn't get a chance to thank you. For being so quick and willing to help me.

[He may not have liked the method in any way, shape, or form, but it isn't lost on him that it was very brave and something not many people may have done. The fact that he didn't need to be saved didn't matter when it comes to that.]

[therewerefifty]

Help you didn't need. Though it could stand to have been clearer that you didn't.

[There was no bravery. Bravery has no place in an encounter where you know you have little to fear.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash sighs before answering. Everyone else he continued to lie to, but here it just felt overly wrong.]

No, I didn't. I was hoping to get an idea where they might be keeping the people they take. Following wasn't working too great so I thought I'd get a first hand look. I- ah, I was kind of hoping you would just leave. I would have said something, but I didn't think they'd take me where I wanted to go if they knew.

[In the end it didn't matter. He still didn't find where they were keeping people.] I'm sorry. I should have said something sooner.

[therewerefifty]

Had I known, I would have left you to your own devices. [That man didn't have to die. But she refrains from saying that. It's unfortunate, but it's not a fault to be laid at Vash's feet.]

Perhaps next time you could find a way to inform the Fleet of your intentions so that such miscommunication cannot happen again.

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[spontaneouscombustion]

[And here's a pony with a soft smile once he's gone.]

Wow, Vash, that was really pretty.

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[goldenglasses]

[Vash blushes slightly. Not embarrassed by his singing, more surprised to have been caught.]

Oh, Pinkie. I didn't realise anyone was listening, but I'm glad you liked it.

[spontaneouscombustion]

I did. Is that a song from your world? It's really nice.

[goldenglasses]

It is. It's a really old one from back home, but I still really like it.

[apurrstate]

You like to sing?

[He waited until Vash was done, just listening and appreciating.]

You don't do it very often, at least, not what I've heard.

[goldenglasses]

Well, I wouldn't say I dislike it. [Vash chuckles and runs a hand through his hair. A little embarrassed to have been caught, but not upset in the slightest.]

I enjoy singing on occasion when the mood strikes, but yeah, I guess I don't sing all that much. I hope I didn't bother you too much.

[apurrstate]

It didn't bother me at all, I enjoyed listening. You should do more of it.

As you're comfortable, anyway.

[goldenglasses]

I'll have to keep that in mind that you don't find my voice ear bleeding. Just don't expect me to start serenading the crew at dinner anytime soon.

What about you? I'm pretty sure I've never heard you sing before.

[apurrstate]

No? Well, there go all my hopes and dreams. I'm crushed, Vash.

You haven't heard me sing for good reason, it's not bad, but I wouldn't call my singing voice impressive either. Better than my ability to play instruments, however, I'll grant that.

[Not that that's a good way to measure anything, his ability to play instruments was infamously terrible.]

[goldenglasses]

So no sudden musical plays coming from the Three Twins then. I think I can be alright with that.

Unless Wolfe actually has a secret talent for singing and playing instruments.

[apurrstate]

Weelll, he's decent at singing, but I don't think he'd do it unless our lives depended on it. Instruments, however, he can do. Especially the lute.

Hmm...if you ever find a lute on any of the planets, let me know, it might make for a good present.

But, either way, no musical plays here. Definitely for the best, I think.

[bythewaves]

[ Softly, another voice joins in, a low humming that weaves around and under his song, like the low lapping of waves on a beach.

Maglor likes the gardens, and is often here. He's always happy to find another who loves music. He sits in the grass and listens and adds his voice to Vash's song. ]

Thank you.

[ He says softly when Vash is done ]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash falters slightly at the voice that joins with him, but then eventually gets back into the song once he realizes that this new person enjoyed joining in.]

Not a problem. It's a nice song. Have you heard of it before?

[bythewaves]

[ He tips his head in a shy, grateful bow ]

I have not - but it was a gentle one, and I am grateful you allowed me that priveledge.

[goldenglasses]

That's alright, I didn't think you probably had. Even back home it's a bit old and not many people had heard it before.

I'm glad you liked it.

[bythewaves]

It was very lovely - it put me in mind of a lullaby. And your voice is good, sir - do you sing?

[goldenglasses]

Well, I sing when the mood strikes me. I don't sing professionally or anything.

[bythewaves]

Your voice is like good enough. [ Maglor offers shyly and nods ] Then my thanks for the priveledge is doubled, if this is rare.

Am I interrupting you?