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aerith,
ami,
hates missing dinner,
kitty needs a check up,
kuroneko,
law,
mallynapped,
meryl,
milly,
stupid droids,
wolfwood,
won't someone please think of the flower

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[The feed starts with what looks like Vash standing next to one of C4's outside walls while swaying gently side to side. One arm streched up above his head.]

Um, heh, sorry Meryl, but I don't think I'm going to make it home for dinner tonight. Wolfwood you can have my share, and do you think you could make sure to take Kuro- [Suddenly there's a violent shake as Vash is pulled... upwards? As he looks up to shout the video gets a slightly clearer image of what he's up to.

He's tied a couple sheets together and jumped out a window. And yes, those are droids attempting to pull him back up it.] Geeze! Can't you give a guy a minute!? The length I have to go through to leave a message...

[There's another strong tug as Vash gives a shout and nearly drops his journal as he hangs on for dear life.]

AH! Make sure Kuroneko gets looked at! [Tug.] Milly don't worry, I'll be back soon! [Tug.] Amelia, do you think you can water my flowers for me? [Tug.]

Whoops. This is my stop. I promise to be back as soon as I can, alright? [With that he swings on the sheet and crashes through a lower floor window. If that's your window he just crashed through? He's sorry, but he doesn't have time to clean it up. He has an army of droids to take on a running tour of the village before they finally catch him and drag him off to places unknown.]

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[... why did you have to bring these things into Good Spirits, Vash? Why?! Law was trying to get drunk!

It's not like they're going to sit down and have a pint.

...

...

Oh man. There go some tables in the chase. And some chairs. And...

HIS BOOZE!

Brb, rescuing.]

[You mean, VASH'S booze. He came in here because he was thirsty after all! Chugging it as he narrowly avoids getting nabbed by a droid.] AHHHHH! I'm alive again! Thanks, mister! I needed that!

[No, really, he means HIS booze!]

OI! You owe me a drink!

[Geez, what does a Surgeon of Death have to do to get decently smashed in this place?]

I think [Dodge] I'll have to [Duck] pay you back [Dive] later! [Dash!] See ya~! [With that he waves and manges to dance his way around the droids to flee out the door.]

Edited 2011-06-22 02:55 (UTC)

Vash! [Oh, no. She knows he'll be back - and she also knows the Malnosso will have done things by then.]

[Sorry, but that's not specific enough for Vash to feel the need to stop and reply to. He's too busy trying to keep his breath to stop and say hello. But he does appreciate the concern!]

Edited 2011-06-22 02:30 (UTC)

[....

FACEPALM.]

Yeah, yeah, I hear ya'. Just don't be gone for too long, spikey.

[Not that he has any say in it, but he'll tell you to anyway.]

[Brb, crashing through a window and then running down some stairs.]

Bet you a drink I'll make it back faster than you [Huff, huff] did! [Lalala! Joking helps keep the panic away!]

Hey, don't you go betting on stuff you can't even control!

[huff]

Besides, you'd win. We all know they can't stand to have you for that long, before they toss your ass back.

What with my charming - YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! [Sorry it's a bit alarming to run into an army of droids waiting for you on the next floor. Well, at least he's low enough to the ground now. Just breaking into this room and jumping out another window. Sorry, no time for banter.]

...

Charming what?

[B| this face. He cannot believe this is a happening discussion. Luceti really does do magical things over time, doesn't it? He can't even bring himself to feel the deep-rooted worry just yet. Not with you Benny Hilling all over the goddamn complex.]

[Huff. Huff.] Personality of course!

I think I lost them for a bit.

[/slow clap]

And that charming personality is what'll make them clobber you upside the head when they find you, I'm sure. You doing okay?

Getting hungry. [And wondering if he could find a helmet in a hurry.]

...

Then flee to the restaurant; I'm sure they'll give you a few minutes to scarf down someone's meal.

Hmm. [Not a bad idea, but he has a better one.] What are you doing right now? [Please say making a sandwich.]

Eating pizza.

[B)]

Oh. [8D] Where are you with eating? Some place nice and quiet?

Tell you so you can burst in and bring your colony of robots with you? Nooo thanks.

[not that he won't just tell you anyway. but he likes to bother you, out of annoyance.]

Aw, but I'm h- [whips his head around. Did he just hear something? No. Okay.] hungry!

... [sigh]

I'm in the connecting kitchen, back at the apartments. You around?

Not too far! [He figured the droids wouldn't think he'd run back to C4! So he didn't go too far.

Or maybe he didn't want to go too far when he heard you had food. And yes, that a shaky view from the camera as Vash climbs though a window.]

[SIGH. He'll just sit and wait. You're damn lucky he feels bad for you, at the moment.]

Take your time, needlenoggin.

Take my time, right. And maybe while I'm at it I'll stop and take a nap too. [He joking, as if there aren't a bunch of metal bots out looking for him. It's not too much longer and Vash is coming up the stairs.]

[Fine, he'll exasperatedly make a second pizza for you here in the joint kitchen. Seriously, Vash, this may not be the oddest thing, but it's still damn silly, getting Benny Hill'd by bots today.]

[Yeah, well, he's not going to wait for that to be made. Do you have any left? Because it's now going down his throat.]

[Try to reach for his and you'll find a cross suddenly flying AT YOUR BODY.

Nobody messes with my pizza. BC]

HANDS OFF, MORON.

Edited 2011-07-08 06:07 (UTC)

[ACK! Ducking and rolling for cover! Opps!? Where'd the pizza go!? Don't worry, it's in Vash's hands as he grabbed it to keep it "safe".]

Aw, come on. I'm hungry! [And may not have time to wait for a pizza. And he'll eat just about half of it in one bite for extra safe keeping with a smug smile on his face. And let's just talk with our mouth full while we're at it.] Besides, you really still want me here when the droids figured out where I'm hiding?

[Uuugh; he makes a face, but doesn't try to attack the stupid broomhead any more. He supposes it's true, no time to be picky when droids are planning to smash through the apartment.

Instead, he cracks open a can of beer and puts one down in front of Vash.]

All this time and you still run from the inevitable.

[Awesome! He knew you were his best friend for a reason. He takes a long drink before speaking.]

Well, you'd fight them too, wouldn't you? I can't just do nothing.

Edited 2011-07-09 16:36 (UTC)

Actually... I tried to just leave with them peacefully last time.

Milly didn't really approve.

But at least don't struggle when they've already got you in a headlock, huh? Or else you'll be in a cell with a big knot on the top of your spikey head.

Don't worry. I won't. [Maybe. He'll see when he gets to that point, but while he's thinking about it he reaches over and takes his gun from it's holster and sets it on the table.]

I was wondering if you could watch that for me while I'm gone. [He really doesn't want to be picked up with it, but he couldn't bring himself to just chuck it in the forest either.] But if they come looking for it, you can just give it to them, alright?

[He's really hoping they won't, but he can't forget the first time he was taken and what they had tested then.]

[After a quick, stoic glance at his friend, he puts a hand on the gun, but doesn't move to take it anywhere. This could be the last time the two get to annoy each other for a few weeks...]

I'll tell 'em I pitched it in the lake.

[Consider that a 'of course I'll watch it while you're gone'. He's back to sitting at a chair, one leg crossed at the other's knee.]

They probably'll take me seriously, anyway.

Yeah, well, if I find out I have to go swimming for it. I'm going to toss your gun into the ocean. [He finishes the pizza and stands up. He really doesn't want to be here when they figure out where he went.]

Well, I better get going. Meryl will kill me if I let them make a mess in the kitchen.

[Smirk. Fine, he'll give you a more amused tone, just because it's better than the alternative seriousness.]

Yeah, you'd better stretch your legs while you can, since you're such an expert on fleeing in a mad panic, huh?

[He appreciates it. The joking helping to keep his anxiety away.] What can I say, I've had a lot of practice! [He gives a wave as he heads out the door.] See ya, later.

... Yeah. See ya' later.

[He'd better.]

[Oh no, not Mr. Vash now! That's just...

Oh wait.]

You give 'em heck Mr. Vash! Show them what happens when they mess with the Humanoid Typhoon!

Heh, I'll [Pant. Pant.] sure try!

G'AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! [Opps, exit suddenly cut off. Sobbing and calling for his mommy as he suddenly makes a sharp turn and ducks into a building.]

W-- again?

You need to get off of their bad list, Vash. [ At least it's getting less depressing for her. ]

Yeah, I really do. I don't even know how I got on- AHHHHHHHH! [Opps, throwing journal at a droid that suddenly popped out in front of him.]

You proba-- AAAAHHH!

[Sorry Meryl, Vash is turning and running away from his journal. He'll do his best to return soon!]

Vash?

[Aerith's got a good idea which building it is and will head off to C4...but Vash will probably have already led his merry band of kidnappers off another way by then. Still. fffffff, Vash.]

[Opps, sorry for the mess he left in your shared kitchen Aerith. He ran into some droid trouble there on his way out.]

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