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[goldenglasses]

[This morning finds Vash waking up in the forest. He doesn’t remember much, except that his head hurts, but at least the Malnosso left him in his clothes for once. He sits for a moment, waiting for his head to clear a bit, before opening his journal.]

[Filtered to Meryl and Wolfwood // 100% Unhackable]

Uh, haha… I’m back. Hope you guys weren’t too worried, but I’m alright! [No he’s not.] I’ll be home soon.

[Filtered to Sanji // 100% Unhackable]

You’re pretty close with some of the other spirits around here aren’t you? I was wondering if you have any tips on getting in contact with Eferin, Kipinn, or Tsinku. [Yeah, he totally remembers you trying to electrocute him that one time.

After replacing his journal back into his pocket Vash heads for town. He wanted to be home soon, but it‘s actually going to take him a while as he gets closer and starts to feel excited to be home again, he suddenly drops to the ground. Snoring softly. Feel free to find him anywhere and in any position you find most amusing. You know - besides up a tree for example. You don‘t fall up trees!]

(OOC: Yup, Vash has been inflicted with narcolepsy for two weeks. Most of the time it will only be triggered by high emotions - or when I roll a ‘0‘ on the ten-sided dice that hates me. So sorry if he suddenly passes out on you during the upcoming days!)

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[goldenglasses]

[Screw the ten sided dice that never reads 0. This is just for Woflwood!]

Alright, I'll be looking for you.

[And by looking I mean Vash is going to be sprawled out on the ground beside the store, snoring softly.]

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[notabluesbro]

[Oh, you shouldn't have. B|]

[Aaaand there the needle noggin is. Sleeping on the ground. Wolfwood would have been more inclined to worry that something was wrong, except there's that snoring that just makes him facepalm and wonder what the hell they did to you.

areyouanidiotmygodwhat—]

...Oi, spikey.

[He nudges him with a foot, sighing.]

Don't make me kick you.

[Voice | Filtered]

[goldenglasses]

[Mutters a bit, but keeps sleeping.]

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[notabluesbro]

[Uuuuuurgh he should just kick him. He can take a bruised rib or two, he's already been through it 2,000,000 times...

...After much deliberation I'm a priest maybe I should refrain from violence just this once, he leaves and returns with a bag.

[And dangles a donut over Vash's nose.]

[Huh, this hasn't been voice for awhile... whoops.]

[goldenglasses]

[What is that heavenly aroma!? Could it be a... donut!?

Still not waking up, but donut reflexes taking over, Vash's mouth is going to snap at that donuts - watch your fingers Wolfwood!]

[No, it's totally filtered voice! Wolfwood said stuff, and no one else heard it! :D]

[notabluesbro]

[HOLY FUCK]

[MY HAND]

[Wolfwood uncharacteristically panics at this savageness and shakes his arm like it was just hit with molten lava. STOP CHEWING ON MY HAND I DON'T KNOW IF I SHOULD BE IN PAIN OR DISGUSTED—

How about he tries swinging Vash into a wall—!]

[AMAZING!] 1/2

[goldenglasses]

[Being asleep as he swings he has no defense against that wall. He'll crash right into it, finally letting go of your hand, but that donuts is long gone. Apparently slamming into walls is what it takes to wake a outlaw gunman.]

...huh, what... ow! Why does my side hurt so much?

2/3 I lied

[goldenglasses]

[Then like nothing has happened.] Oh, Wolfwood, there you are.

3/3

[goldenglasses]

...why am I on the ground.

1/2

[notabluesbro]

[PUNTS!]

[Wait, no, forget it. He hardly has the energy to want to kick anything right now; give him a minute to fume... fuuuuume... Okay, he's okay.]

[notabluesbro]

Because you're an idiot.

I found you out here sleeping; mind telling me why you decided to doze off in the middle of town?

[goldenglasses]

I... was?

Well, I don't know. I was headed back and I just started to feel tired and then next thing I know I'm on the ground. [Gets to his feet.]

[notabluesbro]

[He slumps a little.]

Great, so you've got something wrong with you, right?

[It's really not normal for Vash to be tired. He's a hyped up monkey in many many cases, and the fact that he was yawning and randomly falling asleep was a little worrisome.

He adjusts his cross, frowning.]

Well, we'd better get back. We can figure out what's going on with you at the apartment.

[Wolfwood's unnaturally quiet, after this. Thinking. That's not a crime, right?]

[goldenglasses]

M-maybe it was a fluke! I feel fine now! Well rested! [Ask again in about three hours, but for now he assumes the quiet is over worry for his health.]

[notabluesbro]

...Mn, maybe.

[He glances at him.]

Just don't climb on any roofs or hang around water.

[Because if you die via anything relating to napping, he won't be able to be depressed over some mixed sense of shame and laughter.]

[goldenglasses]

I won't... and I guess the training I was thinking of doing should be put on hold for a bit.

[That reminds him.]

Wolfwood, how much of the guide have you read? Did you get to the part about the spirits here?

[notabluesbro]

...Yeah. Someone mentioned them, and I read up on them. Why?

[goldenglasses]

They can teach magical attacks to people. I've already learned a little from one, but I was thinking of asking the others as well. It may give us an edge over Legato.

[notabluesbro]

[His stature doesn't change, but the response is delayed.]

...Hm. Maybe that can do something. If you're planning on learning, tell me how it goes. Maybe I'll take it up, myself.

[He didn't want to really do any of that magic mumbo-jumbo before, to be honest. When Minako talked about it, it sounded like a little fairytale thing unsuited for a gunman.

But things change, and now he had a little more distaste in his mouth over this little problem. Call it a weird sense of insecurity that he hadn't felt until he actually ran into Legato, or call it some depressed feeling of indignity.

Whatever it was, he didn't want to give Legato anything. Satisfaction, happiness, whatever the hell the freak felt. And judging by the blue-haired man's words... he was considering Wolfwood's worth as a chess piece.

He clenched his fist, grimacing.

He had to learn some way to avoid Legato's power... Or at least dull it further...]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash hadn't had any plans to learn the magic either until he showed up. In fact he only learned what little earth magic he knew to pass time one day and Faeren seemed to enjoy teaching him.]

I will, after talking to a friend it sounds like it's not going to be easy.

[notabluesbro]

When is anything ever easy, though?

[A small smile catches his mouth, for a moment.]

I'm sure you'll get it down in no time, what with how well you adapt to shit as it is.

[goldenglasses]

Well, if I wind up dead I guess that tells you, you shouldn't try it.

[notabluesbro]

[He frowns. Why did something like that bother him? It wasn't that big of a deal. Just the usual black humor. He would say something along those lines himself.]

You shouldn't talk like that, needle noggin. Where's your tenacity for life?

[goldenglasses]

I was just kidding Wolfwood. [He didn't really think he was serious did he?]

[notabluesbro]

[He blinks, turns, unsure.]

I know that; I wasn't being serious, either.

[What a clumsy rebound.]

Let's go. I'm sure Meryl's wondering where you went to. Been worried all week.