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[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?)

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NOT THE OLIVE! *wibble* So mean

[goldenglasses]

Yeah. Or at least until the rain of people ends. [Well, his coat seems to be snagged on a few branches in several different places. Maybe if you free him from a couple he can flip back over. Or just cut the branch and have him fall on his head. Revenge for your tent!]

You could say that it has...*put on shades* a pit of evil

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

[Jack hops onto the tree, scrambling onto a lower branch before hopping to the next one.] It is not...hmph...the rain of people I worry of...[He finally found himself above the sandwich-devouring man.]...the regular rain.

[Carefully, he gripped his legs around the branch, free the first caught bits of red coat.]

Pffffffffft.... *can't even respond to that*

[goldenglasses]

Oh? It wasn't a very good tent then?

[Hazzah! Partly free! But better hurry, now that the weight isn't nicely distributed there's a ripping sound slowly picking up speed.]

YEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

No, the tent was of fine condition...[Jack quickly hops down to a lower branch, undoing the remnants of the coat and breaking off the more stubborn of the twigs, freeing the tent-crusher.]...it is simply that the weather of this land was not a problem in the world I was brought from.

*Faliure*

[goldenglasses]

[And Vash, having hit his head one too many times today, shall nimbly land on the ground. Feet first. Although he still has some dried blood on his face. At least he doesn't drop the sandwich!] Oh, are you from a desert?

A desert of...GREAT FLAMING CACTI!

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

No, it was merely that...[Jack ran across the branch and leaped fluidly onto the ground nearby.]...there were not storms and rains of such strength in the future ruled by Aku. It was often very desolate and barren, but no, not quite a desert.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! SCARY!

[goldenglasses]

...sound rough. I'm sorry to hear that.

AND THERE ARE NO DONUTS IN THE FUTURE!!

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

[Jack picks up his one sandal and dusts it off.] It is not without hope. I seek to return to my proper time and defeat Aku before his evil has chance to spread across the land. My time here in Luceti has merely taught me that perhaps a true domicile would not be a burden upon me.

No.... you lie! YOU LIE! D<

[goldenglasses]

Then I wish you luck in defeating him. You know, if you ever need a hand getting around town or settling in, you just have to ask. I do kinda owe you for for destroying your tent.

SEARCH YOUR FEELINGS, YOU KNOW IT TO BE TRUE!!

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

I thank you. And do not worry, it was not solely your fault that my tent collapsed. More than just you have landed upon it since your departure from my camp.

NEVER! I REFUSES TO BELIEVE IN A WORLD WITHOUT DONUTS!

[goldenglasses]

Well, it's the friendly thing to do too then.

NO VASH YOU ARE THE DONUTS!!

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

I would say I could have salvaged the tent...[He lowered his head and let out a loud sigh.]...until the priest with the large cross landed upon it.

...I may be okay with this.

[goldenglasses]

[LOUD LAUGH] Yeah! That'd be Wolfwood, alright!

For every donut you eat, you devour part of yourself...

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

Yes, that was his name. His cross impaled the tent. [His eyebrows twitched as he recalled the events, still horribly fresh in his mind.] And my hat was also crushed in the tussle.

But if I eat it... then it becomes a part of me?

[goldenglasses]

Ah, sorry about that. Hopefully the clothing shop will have another one? [And feel free to notice Vash gave you a different name than the one Wolfwood called him. Of course - was Wolfwood talking about someone else that wore a long coat and spiky hair?]

It is a vicious cycle...you masochist.

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

Perhaps this is a sign that I should begin searching for a domicile, one that I do not merely stake into the ground and hope it outlasts the elements. Maybe...I have been a wanderer for long enough.

But... the donuts!

[goldenglasses]

Yeah, I was a wanderer back home myself, but I've found I've grown very fond of living in the village and being able to talk to my friends quickly. Although I'd be lying if I said I'd never want to travel from town to town again.

The donut is a lie!

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

I traveled out of necessity, to find a way back to my own time or at least defeat Aku. Since it seems neither are here in Luceti, I believe that my need to wander can be satiated without fearing a flood washing away what I staked as a home.

YOU LIE!

[goldenglasses]

...I can understand that. I had something to take care of myself back home, but that's home, when I'm not teleporting all over the place, Luceti isn't a bad vacation really.

Do I? Or are you just afraid of the truth?

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

[Jack grins smugly.] Yes, you seem most adept at finding trees to hang upside down from.

I'm afraid...

[goldenglasses]

Ahah... yeah, I guess I am pretty good at that.

The truth...of how donuts get those holes in them...>:D

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

[He scratches his chin in thought, looking back up at the tree.] What puzzles me is how you are always soundly sleeping when I find you.

*GASP!* YOU KNOW THE SECERT!?

[goldenglasses]

Yeah... AHAHAHA! It's a mystery alright! [Aaaaaaaah-ha... can he hide under his bed yet?]

You take a jellyfilled donut...

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

[Before he can inquire further, the conversation is interrupted by the loud grumbling and growling of Jack's stomach. The samurai goes stock straight at the sound and then peers down, his stomach growling once more in discontent of being neglected.]

Mmmhmm, jelly

[goldenglasses]

[Vash just grins.] There's more ham upstairs, I think I could spare some for the man who saved me from two trees today. If you're hungry of course.