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[Vash is in a good mood today. No, not good - a great mood. He should feel bad that Wolfwood is stuck here, but it’s just so good to see him again. There’s so many thing to tell… and not tell… him. Like the changing weather Luceti has! Which is why he’s at the clothing store today. He remembers waking up in Luceti in the snow and how cold it was. It probably wouldn’t be a bad idea to get some extra winter clothes for whenever it comes again.

So far he’s found some mittens and is looking through the jackets, nothing catching his eye until his hands land on a white jacket. A familiar white jacket. He nearly rips his pocket open yanking his journal out and scrawling out a hasty, but utterly pointless filter.]

[Filtered from Legato // ~~85%~~ 100% Unhackable (thanks to Batman)]

MERYL! WOLFW- EVERYONE! There’s a man here - a new feather! His name is Legato and he’s extremely dangerous. He has blue hair and evil, soulless, yellow eyes. If you see him; get away! He hates everyone, don’t be fooled if he tries to speak calmly to you! He can-

[Suddenly in the background there is the sound of someone pointedly clearing their throat and Vash immediately shuts up. Eyes widening, but not turning away from his journal just yet.]

Excuse me. ...I believe you have something of mine.

[Vash slowly turns towards the voice. Snapping the journal shut.]

(ooc: Action reserved for Legato - no interrupting their fun catching-up time please. As for any voice responses - sorry, Vash won’t be answering right away as I want to see how this thread ends and aha - he’s a little distracted. So if you want a response please let me know extreme back tagging is okay with you as I’m also going on haitus soon. *cough* So I mean extreme. If it is I’ll have him get back to you… eventually. LIES! Thread is finished enough - I'll be answering!)

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[Oh, why did you have to shut your journal, Vash? That sounded like it might be entertaining.]

Your warning is most appreciated.

[guess who's back from the dead, Vash? He might be a little shirtless and weary-looking, but it's unmistakeably him. Still looming, still dead-eyed]

...Hello, Vash.

[ Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. She knows that voice. Screw filters. She can't even think right now. Panic mode engage. ]

VASH! Oh God, I - I have to find him. I-I--!

[Great, the one person he didn't want to see come back from the dead.]

Legato.

[So that is many stages of not good. Rangiku catches this a bit late in the day, hours after it was posted. She knows it's far too late to do anything now, but that's not going to stop her from asking.]

Vash?

[smiles a little, a short laugh, but there is no humor in it. He's just looking a little unhinged... not quite right.]

[said slowly and carefully] I don't know why you are here, or why you have my clothes... but I would like them back, please.

Vash! Are you okay?!

Va—

[That name, followed by that voice. His blood runs cold, and he flinches as the book snaps shut from the other man's end. Fuck. Why did he have to show up, too?!]

Shit!!

[He tosses the coat over; happy to not be touching it anymore. Not to mention - you're no Meryl. He has no interest in seeing you half naked.] I didn't want your clothes.

And this place is Luceti. [The laugh. It unnerves him. You've never seemed like a stable person before, but now... he's nervous. He'll have to pick his words carefully.]

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[This doesn't sound good, not at all--] Vash?!

[catches his coat, folding it over one arm]

Luceti... [rolls the word meticulously out of his mouth, lets it move around in his mind]

As unexpected as this afterlife is... I have to say that finding you here is even more surprising.

[short pause] I just can't decide whether that means that I succeeded, or failed.

Neither. I'm not dead. [Seemed the safest answer.] This place, there are people called the Malnosso, they bring us here - if we were alive or dead. They bring all sorts of people here from all sorts of different worlds. Not all of them human. [Meaning - please don’t go around randomly killing people.]

[Uh-oh.] Oi! Vash!

[...There's no recording. Only Batman improving the filter to 100%. He has a bad feeling that the voice he heard is Legato, but he can't be sure. He's going out to look for you, Vash.

Though he might be too late...]

[there is a measured pause as he absorbs this, comparing it to the things he's read and listened to over the journal for the past handful of hours. There are so many things to think about, so many points that he didn't understand.]

A second life, then? I find this very hard to believe.

It's not a bad way to think of it. [A pause] And it would be a good chance to try living a different life. [He could go on, but hesitates, wanting to know how Legato reacts to that idea.]

You are his friend, yes? Do you have any idea where he might be?

[his reaction? He doesn't exactly smile, but something amused passes through his features.]

...Is that what you've been doing, Vash?

[even without completely understanding the fact that Vash has been here a long time already, the timelessness of an afterlife makes this a believable thought anyway]

[What a loaded question to answer when the person asking was trying to make your life a living hell.]

In a way. [He would say he was trying to live a more peaceful life - but then you'd probably go mess that up for the fun of it.]

It's a chance to make new friends. People who'd help and care about you. [Not Masters who are huge genocidal jerks.]

[still distantly amused] ...What a thing to be pulled into.

[the pleasantness evaporates, however. Turning much more hollow. On edge.] A perfect little town, surrounded by a forest of trees, completely separate from whatever came before. Little wings hanging on our backs. Like angels.

[Slightly nervous laugh, but tries to keep a light hearted tone.] You wouldn't be the first to think it was the afterlife. Luceti gets that a lot actually.

It is what comes after my life, so I don't really see the distinction.

[his eyes refocusing on Vash] And, to be quite frank, I don't honestly care.

If I am here, still able to think and act, then it is obviously for a reason. The fact that you are here as well only proves the point.

...and what's the point? [Does he think Knives killed him in the end? Or that this is his own little personal after life?]

...that it doesn't matter. None of this matters.

[he takes a breath, as if he's centering himself, refocusing]

It doesn't matter what else is going on. I have a job to do, and anything else is nothing more than an inconvenient distraction.

You don't have to do that job! [He panicking, he's made a lot of friends here and he can't just skip town anymore.] Knives isn't here! You don't have to follow his orders! You can live your own life here!

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