[Voice//Action]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash felt himself starting to wake up. Only it was a strange sort of feeling. He wasn’t cold and he was comfortable. It was something he hadn’t felt in the past couple weeks and for the past few days any changes that happened between bouts of sleep wasn’t a good thing.

As he dragged his tired and worn senses out of rest he then remembered that Meryl had been with him. With an arm he reaches out, touching the shoulder next to him, still too tired to make a coherent sound just yet.]

-A few hours later.-

[Now fully awake Vash opens his journal, holding his head, sounding tired, and dizzy.]

[Filtered from Legato and Yuber // 100% Unhackable]

Hey, I’m back. [Is the wind suddenly picking up?] I should be home soon. [Yeah, the wind is picking up.] Hope I didn’t - WHAAAAAAA! [In mid sentence Vash is sent spinning off like the Tasmanian devil, dropping the journal too the ground. Opps. Hope that house was empty. Because the Humanoid Typhoon has just taken out the living room.]

Ow…

(OOC: Vash has been turned into a literal walking typhoon! Feel free to talk to him over the journal or run into him anywhere around town/forest as he attempts to get home. He can go wherever the wind takes him! Trying to keep this lighthearted so no major injuries if you wish to get caught in a whirlwind with him. Also, if you want something broken just let me know in subject line or hint to it in brackets! Otherwise I won’t have Vash break anything without permission!)

Comments

[Action]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Assuming it hasn't hit five o'clock yet?

That hand does nothing but produce a mumble hidden under the covers - possibly of the deep, non-female kind. And the body next to Vash shifts a little, starting to roll in the gunman's direction]

[Action]

[goldenglasses]

[Huh, that shoulder seems broad enough to be Meryl, but the voice is all wrong. Vash moves to take his hand away, but instead of bringing it up to rub at his own eyes he finds it hitting someone's else face instead.

Wait a second. That kinda feels like it could be an eyebrow, but... it's curly?]

[Action]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[It is curly!

... And twitching.

Because somebody's touching him, and Sanji's rapid approach to consciousness suggests he knows it's not a woman]

Nnngh.

[Action] Huh, never thought those keywords would be so true.

[goldenglasses]

[Huh, that doesn't seem right. The only one he knows with a curly eyebrow is Sanji and Sanji wasn't here.

Unless he was back.

Vash groans and forces his eyes to finally open and stare right into Sanji's face. GAH! Why must he be so close!?]

Uh... good morning?

[Action]

[notabluesbro]

[Good for you, Vash. This preacher'll be at the lake as he's been doing lately—good way to focus on one particular thing, really. As he looks up from his cigarette, he thinks he hears a familiar scream of pussified horror... hm...

Naaah, couldn't be. He must be hearing things.]

[Action]

[goldenglasses]

[You mean that spinning vortex of monstrosity that's HEADED RIGHT FOR THE LAKE!?]

Re: [Action]

[notabluesbro]

...

[What.

The.

Fuckisthat.

Excuse him while he stares.]

voice

[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

Hey, you okay?

[That yelling doesn't sound so good.]

voice GAH! Just realized I never hit enter on this.

[goldenglasses]

Fine! I'm okay. I'm ooooooooookay. [And there's a loud crashing sound in the background.]






Ah, I hope no one lived there...

voice - oopsie! (hugs)

[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

Uh... if you don't mind me saying, that doesn't sound okay.

[action]

[thedicearecast.livejournal.com]

[What the hell, Vash? No, seriously. Amelia is standing near that house, staring at the disaster area in shock. Even Vash isn't normally that disaster prone.]

Vash! [But concern wins out, mostly because Amelia herself isn't caught up in the damage--yet. She walks over quickly.] Are you okay?

[action]

[goldenglasses]

I'm okay. [Doesn't he look GREAT!?]

Re: [action]

[thedicearecast.livejournal.com]

[Oh, just fantastic. Except not.]

What happened?

[Action]

[stungunning]

[Doot de doot de doo, out for a nice pleasant morning stroll~

...

Gosh it certainly is windy today.

And noisy.

Oh well. I had better be carrying these donuts back home, who knows when Mr. Vash might come back and it would be just awful if he were to come home to no do-

Seriously what on earth is that peculiar noise?]

[Action]

[goldenglasses]

[It's a whirling, screaming Vash!

Don't mind him as he brushes by you, just missing you by mere centimeters! Before skidding to a stop on the ground.

Are those donuts he's holding up and protecting from his fall? Where'd he get those? And where were the ones you were just holding go?]

Re: [Action]

[stungunning]

[Good gracious!]

Re: [Action]

[stungunning]

[Someone has stolen my donuts!]

Re: [Action]

[stungunning]

[...]

Re: [Action]

[stungunning]

What are you doing on the floor Mr. Vash?

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

[HOLY CRAP WHAT IS THAT THING don't mind Emil just diving for cover under a bush now with a startled yelp.]

[Action]

[goldenglasses]

[Well you're safe from the spinning force of doom! But that house nearby isn't as Vash goes crashing into it! But at least it stopped him!]

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

[... wait a moment, is there a person in that? Emil will be approaching cautiously to check out that strange red blob in the middle of the whirlwind.]

Um, are you all right?

[Action]

[lezareno_prez]

[Strange weather is one thing, but a mysterious duststorm approaching the bakery? Yeah, Regal is going to be going around shutting all of the windows now, because he does not want that stuff getting into any of the food.]

[Action]

[goldenglasses]

[And just as you shut that door? There's suddenly a man slamming up against it. He manages a painful ow before he starts to slowly slide down it to the ground.]

[Action]

[lezareno_prez]

[... okay, that definitely did not sound like a duststorm. In fact, that voice sounded almost like...

Opening the door up again to see if it is in fact:]

Vash? Are you all right? What happened?