[Accidental Voice / Action]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash has started to keep to himself more the past couple days. Rem's arrival had almost made him forget this day, but he could never really forget.

Today he heads out early, trying to leave the new house before anyone else is awake. He finds a spot near the fountain to do some early morning people watching before getting up and heading to the bakery. He stops outside, knowing this isn't really where he wants to be, it's just habit. He turns and heads to the flower shop instead. He doesn't stay long, just long enough to make sure that everything is still running smooth without Aerith.

He checks the time to duck over to Good Spirits quickly. He wants to be there and gone before Meryl's shift. He orders a couple of beers before he starts growing restless again. This wasn't right either. What was he suppose to do on this day? How could he ever fix this mistake?

Without much thought he grabs a couple bottle and heads out into the forest. He walks for a bit before just sitting down against a tree inspecting his find. People said this blue stuff was strong, now seemed to be a good time to try it out.

Some point in his drinking his journal falls out of his pocket and starts to record. For awhile it records very little until suddenly-]

CRASH!

[There's the sound of a whiskey bottle shattering as it's thrown against a tree. It's followed by silence that is slowly broken by soft sobs.]

I'm sorry... I'm so sorry. I - I didn't mean to.

(ooc: Anyone who wants to talk to Vash before he gets himself drunk is free to call for him over the journals! He'll have it on him all day! Or run into him pretty much anywhere.)

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[Voice]

[consultmybooks]

[Giles waits for several seconds to make sure that that's the end of the noise before he dares to speak. For one thing, he's listening for noises that might hint at location.

He knows the tune, even if he might not know the words. And this? This is concerning.]

...Vash?

[Voice]

[goldenglasses]

[For now Vash doesn't answer. Not that he doesn't hear you, he's just not sure he's sober enough to deal with this just yet.]

[lostinmyway]

[Grune loves taking walks in the woods. She likes listening to the birds chirping and the river flowing...

...but she doesn't like listening to glass shattering and people sobbing.

She walks in the direction of that second, heartbreaking sound, not quite sure who she's about to find as she calls out:] Hello? Is someone there?

[goldenglasses]

[Vash knows he's way to upset and drunk to deal with Grune of all people in person. So he doesn't answer her call, but he doesn't move either.]

[Voice]

[needabourbon.livejournal.com]

[Jigen doesn't know Vash but he knows what a drunken fit sounds like. Many times has he experienced this same thing, probably with similar haunting memories--if that is Vash's case at all. There's silence from this gunman in attempt to observe anything useful before speaking calmly.]

Rough day?

[Voice]

[goldenglasses]

[A voice he doesn't know. It's a little better, and so far ignoring the voices hasn't worked.] Kind of.

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

[Staring never gets anything accomplished with these humans.]

What are you doing?

[sitting and crying and throwing glass things that miss by about a foot. ...She doesn't know he wasn't aiming at her, though. Hiding as she was.]

[goldenglasses]

I plan to clean it up. [And he does. The moment it left his hand he knew he couldn't leave the glass out here in the woods.]

Voice

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

Vash, what happened?

Voice

[goldenglasses]

I'm alright.

[ voice ]

[happyends]

[ Madoka isn't sure what exactly that sound was-- but she knows enough to know it's definitely not good. So she speaks up, sounding a little unsure. ]

U-um.. Are you okay..?

[ voice ]

[goldenglasses]

I'm fine.

[forthezora.livejournal.com]

[Early morning people watching today might include one Ruto here. She's looking for Zora utensils - more rust-resistant knives and such, you know? But she's not finding any and it's frustrating. But a naked Zora lady does tend to stand out, particularly when she glances longingly at the fountain after coming out of the fountain. Bah, she wants a swim now. Maybe she should take the rivers out to see where they go...]

[goldenglasses]

[For a man who was good friends with a skeleton you'd think he wouldn't be so surprised by things, but good lord, is Meryl going to have to kill him if she finds out what he can't seem to stop staring at?

It's a person-fish... thing?]

[voice]

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[still sick, she's been dozing with her journal open, so the crash jerks her awake.

It takes her a moment to skim over the page before she speaks up. Her voice is a tiny bit hoarse from her sore throat, but she does her best to keep her tone gentle anyway]

Hey...

[A pause, looking at the other responses. ]

...It's okay to not be alright, you know.

[voice]

[goldenglasses]

[A long pause.] I know.

[voice]

[openfuture.livejournal.com]

...Vash?

[the entirety of this disturbs her. she knew something was wrong when the sleepyhead was out of bed and gone long before normal... and then missed breakfast... AND DIDN'T EVEN CHECK ON THE DONUTS...

Vash ;( she sounds softly concerned despite the tinge of urgency in her tone. broken glass?]

[voice]

[goldenglasses]

[Oh Rem, your voice isn't one he can ignore. So he'll answer right away, even though he doesn't really want to.]

I'm fine.

[voice/private]

[thedicearecast.livejournal.com]

[It takes Amelia a bit to respond at first, because out of all of them, she's never seen Vash like this. Considering how he's always acting, to say it shocks her doesn't feel like the right way to describe it; it doesn't feel like enough.

Finally she does speak up though, but after she puts up a filter.]

Vash? What's going on?

[voice/private]

[goldenglasses]

I dropped my glass. [So the glass was a bottle and it was thrown. Close to the truth!]

[Laaaaaate Nothing!!]

[notabluesbro]

[Yeah, he knows what day it is; what kind of babysitter would he have been if he didn't know? Hell, he even remembered the day he'd heard about what happened to that city... But he doesn't reply to the entry. This isn't something he can pep talk Vash out of. And it's not something that a couple of drinks won't fix—after all, he clearly tried it already.

It's not his place, not this time around.

But. You have quite a few ladies who are far better support, in things like this. He's already confident that they can help you more than he can. Quietly, he closes the journal, leans back on the couch, and lights a cigarette.]

[Voice] Late forever!

[sea-king-bait.livejournal.com]

Vash-chin...? Are you okay?

[Voice]

[goldenglasses]

I'm fine.

[Action] Late, short, craptacular tag for you. :'D

[crybabyofdeath.livejournal.com]

Vash!

[Action] It's not craptacular! You gotta stop thinking like that!

[goldenglasses]

[He gives his automatic: I'm fine when he hears his name called.

Otherwise he doesn't move. Sits there at that tree, spare bottle in his hand.]