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[goldenglasses]

[Vash is trying to get the last of his Christmas shopping done and can be spotted in the various shops trying to get ideas. But as he comes up lacking still he decides he needs cheering up and opens his journal.]

HEY! TWINKLE TOES!

I haven’t forgotten our bet. You know it doesn’t count if I don’t get to SEE you. I’m headed for the fountain. I’ll meet you there. [No he won’t. He’s totally going to hide so you have to search for him. And thus! Get more time out in public!] Oh! And don’t worry! I’m sure if you ask nicely Nami will let you borrow a pretty one~!!

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[sixthsinner.livejournal.com]

I remember waking up after falling out of a cocoon last spring and having to live in a giant tree in a glass bubble.

And I remember you were there. And that I was some kind of priest. And that--

...I remember things. But something's telling me we don't have a lot of those memories in common, do we?

[d'aw. I need to do more with him really. But ooh, parties!]

[goldenglasses]

Cocoon!?

N-no... I don't know anything about that!

And you really don't remember Milly? [He's suddenly glad she's not here.]

[sixthsinner.livejournal.com]

I don't remember most of my life--not even my name. They call me Chapel, there. And the you I know...doesn't remember much more.

[goldenglasses]

You're name is Nicholas. Nicholas D. Wolfwood. We lived on the planet Gunsmoke together and you a traveling priest who was trying to raise money for an orphanage. [And you know... with a group who was trying to KILL me; but we forgive you!] That's what I remember.

(May I offer a thread jack to Meryl-mun if they want to? Just to make this more confusing?)

[sixthsinner.livejournal.com]

Huh.

[Thank God he has some cigarettes with him, because he really needs to light one while he thinks that over.]

Makes me sound like a nicer guy than I thought I was.

[I LOVE THREADJACKS]

[goldenglasses]

[Small laughter] Y-yeah you were a nice guy. [Sometimes]

[sixthsinner.livejournal.com]

Well, hey--that's good to know.

[Though he's not completely sure he believes it. Aaaaand he notices for the first time--]

Is there a reason you've got wings, spiky? I'm pretty sure this isn't supposed to be Heaven.

[goldenglasses]

OH! Those! Y-yeah... I don't think so either. They give them to everyone who comes here. Not really sure what they're for.

...and I don't know why they didn't give you or all the other new people any.

[sixthsinner.livejournal.com]

Do they let you fly, needle noggin? I could go for an aerial show to pass the time.

It's better I don't have them. I don't make enough money to buy new suits to accommodate wings.

[goldenglasses]

[Smiles happily at the nickname. He never would have thought he would have missed being called that.]

Uh... haha. I can hover. That's about it.

[sixthsinner.livejournal.com]

That's too bad. I'd have expected you to be swooping all over the places, trying to impress girls. Not that I'd expect it to work.

[goldenglasses]

Are you saying I can't impress girls? [Ah; this feels good.]

[sixthsinner.livejournal.com]

Haven't seen it happen so far. And I may have forgotten most of my life, but there are some things a man just knows.

[goldenglasses]

HA! Now I know you've been hit on your head. I'm a master charmer!

[sixthsinner.livejournal.com]

Care to prove that? Otherwise I'll think you're trying to put one over on the poor amnesiac.

[goldenglasses]

O-of COURSE I can prove it! [See Vash walk up to a pretty girl. See Vash talking to the pretty girl for a moment... see Vash get smacked and left on the ground.]

[sixthsinner.livejournal.com]

[And Chapel strooolls up slowly, not a care in the world. Bleeding? What bleeding?]

Why do I feel like some things never change?

[goldenglasses]

Just... a minor set back. I'll show you! ...once I can feel my legs again.

[sixthsinner.livejournal.com]

I guess I should give you a blessing, try and help the healing along. Too bad I don't remember that stuff.

[goldenglasses]

[Picking himself back up.] Yeah, yeah... well... I'm still better at this than you are.

[sixthsinner.livejournal.com]

Hey, I'm a priest, remember? I'm not supposed to do that sort of thing anyway.

[Not that he even believes that, really.]

[goldenglasses]

Never stopped you from where I'm from.

[sixthsinner.livejournal.com]

Really now. And here I never saw myself as a ladies' man.

[goldenglasses]

R-really!?

[sixthsinner.livejournal.com]

Getting stuck in a giant tree that likes to kill people once in a while does take the mind off romance. Is it that surprising?