Vash the Stampede (
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Who: Vash and you
Broadcast: None
Action: A catch all for the Planet!
When: Any time until the drift starts happening again!
Twin Roses
[Your co-captain hasn't been sleeping much. Usually up at all hours when he's not visiting the planet or working at The Space Bar. Pouring over some of the maps he's been attempting to keep of their travels. Watering the planets on the ship. Playing quietly with the animals. If it's not in the middle of the night he'll practice his harmonica. Basically doing anything he can to not fall asleep.
But sleep eventually will catch him. Catch him as he's sprawled out sideways in the arm chair with his legs danging over the sides of the armrest. One arm draped over his face and the other limp on the floor. He may look like he's peacefully sleeping, but approach with care - it's not a pleasant dream he's currently having and his gun is still on his hip. Although the safety is on for those with keen enough eyes to notice.]
Le...go... [Comes the occasional mutter.]
Inside The Vault
[Those who know how important life is to Vash may be surprised to see how unemotional he is at finding all the bodies. There's just an unsurprised, yet disappointed sigh as he takes glasses out of his pocket and slides them onto his face.
"Here we go again." Is the thought that crosses his mind. He knows better than to touch or move the bodies. Back home he would dig a mass grave when he would come upon scenes like this, but not this time. Instead going one by one next to them. Stopping at each to say a small, silent prayer for them and bowing his head.]
I'm so sorry, that you were locked away and forgotten.
In the Desert
[This place has been a painful and constant reminder of the challenge he must face back home. It's also an excuse to blow off some steam, but out in the desert Vash can be found shooting his gun over and over. He's strung up a bed cloth with a crude target painted onto it. It flutters now and then in the breeze. He's chosen to use his old fashion revolver. Again and again there is the crack of gunshot and bullet casings litter the ground by his feet.
Yet the bed sheet seems to have only one small hole in the middle of it. Maybe he's just that terrible of a shot? Can't hit the broad side of a sheet.]
The Space Bar
[Catch Vash here while he's at work and he'll have a friendly smile and the food is decent as always. When he's not working, but not ready to go home he sits and drinks quietly at the bar. Thinking things over. He won't say no to company as he slowly nurses his drink.]
A Bar - Later - Locked to Anders
[Now Vash does want to be alone. He's found himself a bar on the planet that he thinks no one else will visit. He drinks himself to a point where he thinks he can sleep without nightmares, but it doesn't work. He wakes with a start and nearly falls from his bar stool as the empty bottle of whiskey falls to the floor and shatters.] Aw hell...
[He was going to have to clean that up. Even here he was cleaning up messes caused by his brother. Even if he was just in nightmare form that time. No... wait... he doesn't need to clean that up. In a few hours it will be like it never happened. Like nothing mattered here.
Nothing mattered. Nothing mattered. Nothing mattered. NOTHING MATTERED!
He grabs his empty glass and chucks it into the bottles still standing behind the bar. They shatter with a satisfying sound. He's never had a real outburst like this and he had to admit it felt good for the moment. He picks up a bar stool and smashes it over the bar with a scream and just keeps going from there.
Eventually he runs out of energy and sits quietly again with his drink on one of the few reaming bar stools. No, he does not care that his one fist is bleeding or there's a cut just above his eye where some glass hit him. He actually didn't even notice the second one.
He plans to sit there in the ruined bar and make sure everything reverts back to normal before he leaves. Surely no one will come and interrupt him here.]
Broadcast: None
Action: A catch all for the Planet!
When: Any time until the drift starts happening again!
Twin Roses
[Your co-captain hasn't been sleeping much. Usually up at all hours when he's not visiting the planet or working at The Space Bar. Pouring over some of the maps he's been attempting to keep of their travels. Watering the planets on the ship. Playing quietly with the animals. If it's not in the middle of the night he'll practice his harmonica. Basically doing anything he can to not fall asleep.
But sleep eventually will catch him. Catch him as he's sprawled out sideways in the arm chair with his legs danging over the sides of the armrest. One arm draped over his face and the other limp on the floor. He may look like he's peacefully sleeping, but approach with care - it's not a pleasant dream he's currently having and his gun is still on his hip. Although the safety is on for those with keen enough eyes to notice.]
Le...go... [Comes the occasional mutter.]
Inside The Vault
[Those who know how important life is to Vash may be surprised to see how unemotional he is at finding all the bodies. There's just an unsurprised, yet disappointed sigh as he takes glasses out of his pocket and slides them onto his face.
"Here we go again." Is the thought that crosses his mind. He knows better than to touch or move the bodies. Back home he would dig a mass grave when he would come upon scenes like this, but not this time. Instead going one by one next to them. Stopping at each to say a small, silent prayer for them and bowing his head.]
I'm so sorry, that you were locked away and forgotten.
In the Desert
[This place has been a painful and constant reminder of the challenge he must face back home. It's also an excuse to blow off some steam, but out in the desert Vash can be found shooting his gun over and over. He's strung up a bed cloth with a crude target painted onto it. It flutters now and then in the breeze. He's chosen to use his old fashion revolver. Again and again there is the crack of gunshot and bullet casings litter the ground by his feet.
Yet the bed sheet seems to have only one small hole in the middle of it. Maybe he's just that terrible of a shot? Can't hit the broad side of a sheet.]
The Space Bar
[Catch Vash here while he's at work and he'll have a friendly smile and the food is decent as always. When he's not working, but not ready to go home he sits and drinks quietly at the bar. Thinking things over. He won't say no to company as he slowly nurses his drink.]
A Bar - Later - Locked to Anders
[Now Vash does want to be alone. He's found himself a bar on the planet that he thinks no one else will visit. He drinks himself to a point where he thinks he can sleep without nightmares, but it doesn't work. He wakes with a start and nearly falls from his bar stool as the empty bottle of whiskey falls to the floor and shatters.] Aw hell...
[He was going to have to clean that up. Even here he was cleaning up messes caused by his brother. Even if he was just in nightmare form that time. No... wait... he doesn't need to clean that up. In a few hours it will be like it never happened. Like nothing mattered here.
Nothing mattered. Nothing mattered. Nothing mattered. NOTHING MATTERED!
He grabs his empty glass and chucks it into the bottles still standing behind the bar. They shatter with a satisfying sound. He's never had a real outburst like this and he had to admit it felt good for the moment. He picks up a bar stool and smashes it over the bar with a scream and just keeps going from there.
Eventually he runs out of energy and sits quietly again with his drink on one of the few reaming bar stools. No, he does not care that his one fist is bleeding or there's a cut just above his eye where some glass hit him. He actually didn't even notice the second one.
He plans to sit there in the ruined bar and make sure everything reverts back to normal before he leaves. Surely no one will come and interrupt him here.]
Spaaaaaaace (bar)
Just what is your tolerance, anyway?
[It's an easygoing cheer she's got, but look, sometimes people recognise patterns. And Vash is just not particularly happy, like at all, and she can take a guess as to why.]
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Pretty high, but I'm not sure it's as high as yours. [He's seen how many drinks have been bought for you over the years and how little effect they've had.
He takes the shot in his hand with a grin.] Cheers. Or is this coming out of my pay? [He teases as he tips the shot back. Not really caring even if it was coming out of his pay.]
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You wanna talk about it? [It's comfortably said. She expects him to say no.]
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[He tilts the empty shot glass slowly around in a circle. Mulling over his answer for a second. He knows he could probably get away with a no--] I suppose I keep thinking how sad it is. That they were just forgotten down there for so long. Was there an outside agency that could have helped if they only knew sooner? [Much like his Earth back home. If they could send help to the people trapped on his dusty world would they send it? Or would that pocket of the human population be left to die? It was a popular debate back home.
And by opening up about that part of what's been bothering him it's easy to hide away his thoughts and feelings about home. Letting the outside world think it is all about the recent discovery alone.]
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You could drown in all the maybes.
[It is sad. She was treating the town like a joke until the bodies turned up, and now? Easier to take it lightly when you assume everyone left, not died.]
But you know... they won't be forgotten any longer, will they? It might have taken a while, but we're here.
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He smiles, and while it is mostly genuine, there is a hint of bitterness to it as well.] Yes, I don't think most of the fleet will forget this planet for a long time. I know I won't.
[Unless of course he's randomly sent home and back like what seems to happen now and then.]
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[It's terrible af but it's an accident and it was likely decades ago, even centuries. A low melancholy is as far as she goes; practically, she wants people to know this happened.]
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Desert
Still, she's curious enough to make her way over. She sees that sheet with the single hole through the middle, despite the number of shots she heard. There's two likely explanations for that... she won't speculate just yet. ]
Target practice?
[ He'll plainly see the shotgun slung on her back, and a handgun at her side. ]
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Yeah, just a bit. [And a reminder to not get rusty. He needs to be prepared for the trouble he'll face back home.] I thought with how empty this place mostly is I might not bother too many people with the noise.
I hope I didn't startle you. If it's a bother I'm happy to stop. [Judging by the shotgun and handgun he doesn't suspect that to be the case.]
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You didn't. Just came to see what was going on. [ Beat. ] Mind if I join you? Might as well take advantage of there being nobody around to bother.
[ Which... sucks for the people who were here long ago. But... still. ]
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Oh! [He suddenly remember that he didn't actually do much to put the sheet up on that dead tree it was currently tied to.] I could probably find some rocks or something to keep it from moving if you want a better target. I sort of got a bit lazy after all the work of getting it to hang from the tree right.
[Actually, he wanted more of a challenge, but he'd rather downplay what he was doing if possible at this point.]
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[ And once she's ready, she quickly takes aim and fires! So now there are two holes in the sheet - hers just slightly to the right of his. ]
Having it flying in the wind like that kinda forces you to think more about timing. Nice.
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But if you think it's even more of a challenge then that's even better! [He moves to the small pack he has with him. Switching out his classic, old fashion six shooter for a more modern laser pistol he's picked up along the way.]
I should probably get more practice with this one. I don't use it nearly as often. [He'll take careful aim of the sheet and fire a quick blast from the gun. It's projectile hitting just the very edge of the sheet.] Looks like I need a lot more practice. [Seeing as his intention was to miss it.]
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That bar
He had a small satchel of things already, more for the kittens than for himself or his personal stores, but still. When he came across the bar, he nearly kept walking. How much had he already been drinking? Not just since Wolfe, but before that! He was fairly certain he'd spent the months of Wintermarch, Guardian, and most of Drakonis in a haze of either drinking, working or sleeping and not much else. It seemed Cloudreach might be the same. He shouldn't duck in and see if there was anything he wanted to grab, he knew Crowley had a standing tab open for him at Malum, that should be enough.
But he also didn't want to bother his friend with his presence as often as he might like, despite the fact Crowley acted as though he didn't care. His hand was hovering over the handle when he heard the crash inside and that, more than anything, had him opening the door anyway.
He didn't know what he was expecting, but Vash sitting amongst the debris of shattered furniture and glass wasn't it.]
Vash!
[He rushed in, only taking a moment to lock the door behind them in case whoever had attacked tried to escape. Except, as he got closer, saw the wounds, the mess, the way Vash was calmly sitting and no one else in sight, Anders began to get the sinking feeling that this wasn't what he'd originally thought.
He slowed as he came closer, his tone softening and his touch careful as he set his hand on the bar near where Vash's elbow was.]
Are you all right? What happened?
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Anders! Good to see you! [Go away. No one was suppose to see this.] Happened? [He waves his hand with the bleeding knuckles in front of him as if to wave Anders's concern away. Even more impressive when one considers he has ripped through the protective leather gloves he wears.] Nothing! Nothing happened! It's fine.
[He sways a bit on his stool and looks around.] Oh this? [...] It was... probably a natural disaster or something.
[He snorts and grins wickedly into his glass at his own joke as he takes another drink. Not caring if Anders get the joke at his own expense or not.]
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He acted on instinct first. He knew Vash's healing was impressive, but he was a healer first and foremost always, so he strode across the wreckage after finding something to jam-up the door so no one else would wonder in.]
You've hurt yourself. Possibly broken something.
[He'd reach for Vash's hand, if allowed. If not, he simply let the light blue glow of his mana fill his hands and reach from him to the other man and begin sewing skin and muscle back up. It would be sore, but it wouldn't scar. Vash had enough of those.]
Your 'mask' is exceptionally weak today. Usually you're better at that. Shall I blame the alcohol or will you tell me what actually happened?
[He'd never called Vash out on their shared imperfection. It felt like opening a door to issues neither of them wanted to look at, so it seemed they'd simply both turned a blind eye whenever catching the other losing their grip. But with a bar destroyed and Anders' patience and ability to deal with More already thin, something here was going to snap.]
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He uses his other, uninjured, hand to finish his drunk while Anders works his literal magic.] I dunno. Will you believe me if I said I tripped down the stairs?
[Considering there are no stairs in this bar Vash continues on regardless of how Anders answers him.] I was just... I dunno, I was just angry. It's not like it matters. It will be fixed in a few hours. I'm making sure!
[Because clearly the broken bar is Anders's biggest concern here.]
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Anders doesn't try to answer that ridiculous question, instead he just flashes a slightly annoyed look that said 'try again.']
I'm not worried about this place or whether it'll reset. [He says it pointedly, the 'I'm worried about you' hanging behind his words.]
Is this about the crypt they found?
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Yes. [That's not true.] I mean, no. [Also a lie.] No! I mean... yes and no.
[Is Anders as confused as Vash is yet?]
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Desert
Was that bed sheet talking shit?
Desert
Hope the sounds of the execution didn't startle you.
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[Striding closer now that he's stopped to quip back at her.]
Who me? Do I seem like a startle easy?
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[He remembers what she hates.]
No. I don't think you would startle easily. But I still probably could have concerned you in some way. Or you know, just bothered you with loud noise while you were trying to nap or something.
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I'll give you concerned.
[She looks it over, finding only the one hole.] Show off. [She's pretty sure she knows what that means.] It's more impressive with arrows though when they start splitting down the middle.
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Is it showing off if I thought no one would be watching? [Said the reality TV show contestant.]
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