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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!)

Comments

[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.

[goldenglasses]

Yeah... if I don't get home soon she probably won't leave me any dinner.

[notabluesbro]

[He draws a cigarette from a pocket and lights it, sounding lighthearted.]

Careful, I wouldn't doubt that. Just don't tell her anything dorky and she might forgive your vanishing.

[goldenglasses]

Thanks for the advice.

...maybe I shouldn't mention the part where I passed out too.

[notabluesbro]

Or how you almost bit my fingers off for a donut?

[He holds up his hand, showing a perfect row of teeth marks across the knuckle.

Yeah. Still a little tender, assmunch. >:|]

[goldenglasses]

[Laughs] I did that?

[notabluesbro]

Yeah, and after I was nice enough to bring you some. I think I might have flung the bag somewhere after you turned into a horrible zombie.

[Actually, he'd only gotten one donut. But he hates the fact that his knuckles hurt. So there.]

[goldenglasses]

Ah! Why would you throw away perfectly good donuts!

[notabluesbro]

Because I thought you were about to snap my fingers off.

Besides, you didn't deserve them for that very reason, mind you.

[Walking like 'whateveeeer, they're just donuts'.]

[goldenglasses]

[No, no, no! No 'whatever!' He's looking for those donuts.] No fair! I was asleep! I wasn't in control of my actions!

[notabluesbro]

[He manages a grin, shifting his cross.]

Ever hear the saying 'don't bite the hand the feeds you'?

This is the punishment for that rule.

[goldenglasses]

Tsk. Aren't priests suppose to be charitable to the sick?

[notabluesbro]

You aren't sick, you're lazy.

[He throws a wave behind him, chuckling.]

'Let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.' Or something fun like that!

Don't take too long, or I'll eat your share, too.

[goldenglasses]

[He'll spend a few more minutes looking for those elusive donuts before scowling and walking quickly to catch up. He yawns as he matches your stride.] Like I'd let you eat my share.

[notabluesbro]

[Wolfwood looks at the man from the corner of his eye, smiling.]

Awww, you didn't find them? What a shame.

[goldenglasses]

[Snorts, he's a little grumpy about that.]

hnnngh STOP NOTICING MY ERRORS, ZZ, DAMN YOU

[notabluesbro]

I thought your nose was programmed to find them, too. Tsk, tsk, tsk.