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Vash the Stampede ([personal profile] goldenglasses) wrote2010-09-24 01:07 pm

[Action]

[Vash had just finished raiding his fridge and made himself a ham sandwich. It was perfect. Cheese, mayo, lettuce, tomato, and plenty of ham! He set it on the table and with a smile on his face he was just about to sit down and enjoy this tasty meal when - Poof!

He found himself falling backwards into the nothingness where his chair should have been. What was worse? He found himself falling head over heels off of someone’s roof.]
GAHHHHHHHH! [Luckily Vash’s coat snags on the gutter so instead of falling to the ground, he’s stuck hanging upside from the roof. Whose roof? Maybe your roof!]

What the hell was th-snore. [And Vash is out. Come find the sleeping gunman hanging somewhere? He’ll be teleporting more than this, so maybe you’ll find him sleeping in your bed, next to the fountain, in a tree, or maybe in your lap! Just tell me where you’d like to find him or I’ll make something up - just go for it and have fun!

Oh and Wolfwood? He‘s going to be very displeased if he finds you ate his sandwich when he finally comes home.]

(OOC: And if he shows up in your home (or on it) I'm cool with housemates or just anyone really threadjacking! The more the merrier right?)

Humanoid Typhoon: source of most hair gel sales

[identity profile] wanderer-jack.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jack tugs harder on the man's arms, straining to free him.] I am afraid it is you who is upside down, sir! Quickly, the branch is about to break!!

meep

[identity profile] wanderer-jack.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jack flies backwards from losing his grip on the strange man's hands, landing on his rear in time to see his tent collapse down. On his face is an expression similar to when his sandals broke. Oh, cruel fate...]

[identity profile] wanderer-jack.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jack blinks slowly, taking in the man's appearance in full and then looking at the damage to the already storm-ravaged tent. Patience flowed over him as he exhaled a deep, meditative and relaxing sigh.] Yes, perhaps we can, but that is not important at this time. Were you injured any during your fall?

[identity profile] wanderer-jack.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Despite the collapse of his tent, Jack gives an honest smile.] That is good to hear, I was afraid that such a fall would have severely injured you. How did you end up there?

[identity profile] wanderer-jack.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Do the oddities ever end?] You do not remember falling through the trees...or falling asleep?

[identity profile] wanderer-jack.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
I do not believe you were dreaming. Something is odd about all this. [Jack scratches his chin as he pondered the events.] Sorcery of some sort?

[identity profile] wanderer-jack.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
A demon? What sort of demon?
[Could not be Aku, it had been confirmed he had been sent away from Luceti...]

[identity profile] wanderer-jack.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
That...does not sound like any sort of demon I have encountered. [A blond demon? What oddness was this?]

[identity profile] wanderer-jack.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
I have fought demons in my world, though they were often in the form of beings of darkness. Though those demons were typically lesser minions of Aku, so...

[identity profile] wanderer-jack.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jack waved a dismissive hand.] No, it is every man's fate to face a demon of some form...it is simply my duty to slay one that is rather cowardly...and bothersome in his evil ways at times.
[What kind of demon turns into a small creature to run away?]

But, it seems we have yet to be introduced. [Jack bowed towards the spiked-haired man.] They call me Jack.

[identity profile] wanderer-jack.livejournal.com 2010-09-26 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Ahh, I bid you welcome, Frank. [A branch that had held on by a bare thread from the donut-eating man snapped above, crashing down upon the only just slightly standing tent with a resounding thud. Jack winced visibly, eyes clenched and shoulders tucked upward, but one for manners, he tried to maintain a welcoming air only to fall speechless.] ...