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[goldenglasses]

[Vash can be found today fairly deep in the woods. He went out that far in order to not be disturbed, but like that really matters in a place like Luceti. He’s rigged up a target on a rope that he’s run through several of the branches so that he can stand at the far end and yank on the rope and have the target swing down.

He stands with his left hand holding the rope; body relaxed. Then he pulls hard on it, drawing his gun from its holster and fires four rapid shots at the swinging target. He stands and watches the target sway back and forth for a minute. He doesn’t look very pleased before walking over to it and getting a closer look.

All four shots hit the target, each fairly close to the center. The closest is a thumb's length away, but he still doesn't look very happy.] Damn… it’s not good enough.

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[goldenglasses]

I didn't know there was a target range there. [And part he wanted to be alone and make a moving target.]

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

And now you know. There's less of a chance you'll accidentally kill something if you're in a more controlled environment.

[goldenglasses]

Well... I'm actually pretty careful. I won't kill anything.

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

You say that now, but aren't you the one who said missing as far as you just did could cost someone a life?

[goldenglasses]

It could. That's why I practice. I won't shoot if it could kill.

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head.] It sounds like wasted effort.

[goldenglasses]

If it will save a life? It is not.

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

There are other ways. [Says the gun-concealing hypocrite.]

[goldenglasses]

Oh I know; I prefer the non-violent ones myself!

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

If you insist. [He straightens, a bit overformally.] I'll leave you to your practice then, Mr... [Deliberate trailing off while Mr. Pacifist inserts a name.]

[goldenglasses]

[And this is where Vash wonders if you know the name of the man killed and decides to just go for it with a goofy grin.] My name's Vash.

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

[Oh, he knows. That crime scene Vash left behind gave this little empath quite a bit of trouble shortly thereafter. Have some business!face.] It was you.

[goldenglasses]

[Yeah; he was afraid of that. Sighs.] Yeah... it was me.

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

I don't suppose I could get you to chat about it a little.

[goldenglasses]

[He doesn't really like to talk about it; but to warn people about Yuber... he sighs.] I suppose.

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

The dying part. Can you describe the experience to me? [There's a bit more than mere morbid curiosity behind it, though perhaps there's a better way to phrase the question.]

[goldenglasses]

[So he expected something like - what kind of powers does Yuber had? Why did you fight him? Did you injure him? Something along those lines. So this question really throws him.] The… dying?

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

[He's asked most of the questions he'd want answered about Yuber already.] Yes, you heard me.

[goldenglasses]

[He doesn’t even like thinking about this so talking is even harder.] Well… [Long pause] I guess… my body just felt heavy and I felt really tired. It’s… pretty hazy really. Next thing I remember was waking up in the forest.

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

[He nods, eyes running along Vash's figure appraisingly.] So you weren't conscious at all during the part in-between? No out of body experience, no big white light?

[goldenglasses]

[Shuts his eyes thoughtfully.] Not that I can remember... clearly; but a week passed. Something must have happened. [He might have seen something; but honestly it was such a traumatic experience he can't say for sure.]

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

[He nods, even though Vash's report is visibly troubling him.] ..I see. Thank you anyway for trying.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash opens his eyes.] There… might have been something, but I don’t know if it was a dream or even something the Malnosso wanted me to think I saw.

...I'm sorry I couldn't give you a good answer.

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

[And now Vash has his full attention again.] Mr. Vash, even if it's nothing, it could be important. What did you see?

[goldenglasses]

[Quiet for a long time.] I… I think I saw someone who died a long time ago… and she was very sad.