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[goldenglasses]

[Vash can be found sitting on a bench in the plaza, his glasses on and a very grim look upon his face as he looks the place over. He’s thinking back to the incident with Kefka. A man died and he hadn’t been able to stop it. There must have been a way. What had he missed? He’ll be sitting there for a while, teeth clenching as he tries to figure out what he did wrong. Meryl is welcome to pick up/comment on the sober mood he’s probably been in the past day or so.]

Comments

[goldenglasses]

You kicked at me... from behind... I didn't know it was you. Did you SEE how much random death was falling from the sky?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

It was kinda hard not to fuckin notice! [sob Nami-san sob. Excuse him while he wibbles a moment]

I just didn't expect you to be that fast. You really are like the muscle head sometimes.

[goldenglasses]

Yeah... I got lucky... I uh... kinda slipped on the snow a bit when I tried to move out of the way.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

... Slipped on the snow?

[goldenglasses]

Yeah... it's a lot different from sand. For something that packs so well it's quiet slippery at times.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

So there's no snow where you're from at all? [he sorta heard about the sand, but figured different parts of the planet had other climates]

[goldenglasses]

No. It's all desert. Although some people have managed to work the land and have grown some trees and grass. It's really quiet amazing.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[it's like Arabasta; the memories, though a little bloodied by war and battles, still bring a smile to his face without him realizing it]

Yeah, human beings are resilient bastards. They can live anywhere as long as they have the will.

[goldenglasses]

Yeah; it's really quiet amazing how strong they can be.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Still-- Nothing but desert. Doesn't sound like the most pleasant existence. [Considering Sanji's dream is directly connected to the ocean? He wouldn't be able to stand it]

[goldenglasses]

It's not always... but if we keep working on it one day it will be a world of peace. A place with no war - where people can live out their lives in peaceful days. [Vash? Optimistic? Nooooo.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[with no war? That's a load of shit. As long as there are differing opinions and people in power, there will be fights.

But Sanji's not about to backtrack on all the progress he's made, keeping Vash from being an emotard. He makes a noise in his throat that's neither agreement or disapproval and finally sticks that cigarette in his mouth]

I guess you'll find out... well, not in your lifetime.

[goldenglasses]

[HA! Very funny... his lifetime.] You never know.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Human beings don't change their act that quickly. You'll probably be rolling in your shitty grave before anything of significance happens.

[Sorry Vash, he's using normal logic. Forgive him]

But maybe you're right. Who knows?

[goldenglasses]

[Plant or human logic mun agrees with Sanji]

Yeah; you never know! They can really surprise you sometimes!

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Nothing beats your optimism, does it?

[goldenglasses]

Nope~! Not even a kick to the head I'm afraid!

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah, I fuckin figured, Broom Head. Your skull's too thick.

[Funny how this worked out. Sanji's feeling rather comfortable now, and the anger he's been harboring these past few days has all but diminished.]

[goldenglasses]

Well it's a good thing or I'd probably be brain dead by now.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Too bad about that, huh?

[goldenglasses]

What do you mean too bad!?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Exactly how it sounds.

[brb trolling you. And loving it]

[goldenglasses]

Gee... thanks.

[I enjoy it... but I need to learn to do better keeping him IC when OOC... hm. Catch 22 much?]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[amused by your pain, Vash. Forever and ever.

Though while he's in a good mood... Vash will now find a bag of donuts dropped in his lap, all nonchalant, naturally, and Sanji doesn't acknowledge the move afterward. Instead he'll move to stand up.]

[goldenglasses]

[What? A bag? Now getting something from Sanji at this moment in time was the very last thing he expected.] What's this?