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[The house was quiet when Vash woke up, he sat up with a yawn and brushed his hand through his hair.] It's good Noah is finally sleeping better through the night. [Being a light sleeper was a habit he still hadn't kicked yet, a baby in the house never really helped either.

He shuffled out of his room to start the coffee. If there's one rule in the Trigun house was first person up made coffee. As it started to warm up Vash decided to grab a quick shower before the smell of fresh coffee began to wake people up.

It was when he got out of the shower and still no one was up that he began to get worried. He tried to tell himself he was worrying over nothing and poured himself a cup, but didn't drink it. There was just something that didn't feel right.

The first door he pushed open was Amelia's, hoping to be greeted with a kick, a smack, or even gun fire.] Amelia-chan, there's fresh coffee. [Only the room was empty. Blank walls and a bed that looked as if it was never slept it. It was alright, she was young and it was good for her to be out of here. He just hated that he'd have to break the news to people. Best to start with the Wolfwood's.]

Milly, Wolfwood? You two up? [It was a worse shock to him to open that door and find all three of the Wolfwood's gone too. For a moment Vash just stands for a minute, unable to believe that his entire family was gone in just one night, then it clicks - everyone was gone.]

[He rushes into the room, the crib was indeed empty. No amount of staring was bringing the child back. Wolfwood was dead and Noah had no where else to go. Luceti was his home. His mind was racing, trying to think of anything at all that he could do, coming up with nothing. He couldn't even really remember going into his room and grabbing his journal.]

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH NOAH?! I know someone from the Malnosso must be listening to this! He had no home to go back to! What have you done!? Give him to me! I can care for him! If you dare lay one FINGER on him in anyway way I'll be sure you regret it. [He's not sure how yet mind, but he's done playing any sort of nice now.] Give. Him. BACK!

[He doesn't know what else to do. Anyone near House Five can probably hear the sounds of crashing once in awhile. Although Vash doesn't stay there for very much longer. Anyone who goes in to inspect the place before the house fixes itself will find several large holes the size of a fist in many of the walls, a coffee pot still full, and in his room several smashed snow globes, flowers, and even his red coat.

Eventually towards evening when he's a bit more calm he'll leave a message for anyone who didn't understand his earlier angry shouting.]

For those who knew them, Wolfwood, Milly, and Amelia have all been returned home.

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W-what do you mean? Where's Baby Noah? [Why are these words so difficult to ask?]

He's gone and I don't know where they sent him.

Edited 2013-02-02 02:15 (UTC)

No.

That... That can't be.

It is. He's gone.

But... he's back home, isn't he? Milly's his mom and she went home, too. Shouldn't they be... safe, together?

He was born here in Luceti. For him, this is his home world.

[He just falls silent considering this, as he recalls the one time that he met the baby. And the first things Vash said were all settling in. Along with a deep, dark gloom.]

[And Vash has nothing more to say. He's angry and doesn't want to take it out on the wrong person.]

Calm yourself! [Man this guy, yelling into the journal like that, it's enough to give him a migraine. Video is on for this one because he's really irritated with this, his eyes narrowed and teeth gritted.]

Your Noah is probably fine! [He has no idea who Noah is, let alone that he's a baby.]

[Vash can guess very well that this man has probably never met the Wolfwood's if that's how he's speaking.] He's a child born here who's parents have just been set home.

We don't really know what happens to kids here when they vanish.

[Hearing that news forces a jaw to be set, but he can't hide the shock in his eyes. If that happened to his kid he'd ruin the entire enclosure without a second thought, looking for answers, looking for them.]

Surely those idiots would have thought to send the child home with them. [He's hoping, at least.] How old is the boy?

Noah was born here. Luceti is his home world, not like his parents.

...he's not even a year old yet.

[Eyes go wide with anger at that. No way...]

Then why are you standing around?! Go find him! He can't even defend himself, what if they're experimenting on him now?! [He looks down with grinding teeth, shaking with fury.] Darn them, I'll destroy them all myself if they show their faces around here!

[He's pretty upset, a little angry at Vash for not taking to the search immediately, but more angry at the Malnosso. He knows there's probably nothing Vash can do, but that doesn't stop his temper from going off at the matter.]

[Normally Vash has a level head even in stressful situations, but this isn't normal, this is his family. Any rational response like speaking calmly does not apply to him today.]

Do you think I want to be stuck here doing nothing!? How long have you been here?! I've tried everything I know of to get through that barrier and not a thing has worked! [Well... except ONE thing. Maybe it's time to try that. He hadn't tried before, what if he couldn't control it enough to keep it from harming everything around him.

His voice goes low. Damaging the surrounding area doesn't seem like such a risk anymore.]

I don't know how, but I'm getting him back. Somehow.

[He'll hold his tongue for a moment. No, he doesn't think Vash would want to sit there and do nothing about it, he was pretty angry as it was as well on the subject. Vegeta levels his voice now, still intense but not yelling as he was previously.]

Long enough to know those clowns don't deserve to eat the dirt from under our boots! They think they can hold us here for as long as they want, but that will change one day. [Does he know how? Nope. But he'll try. He's a pretty determined guy when he sets his mind to something.]

If you manage to figure it out before I do, let me know; I'd like a crack at them myself. I would gladly take each and every Malnosso to their graves for this. [He gets kinda straight-faced serious here.] You're not the only one here with a family, you know. [Not in Luceti, mind you, but he's assuming Vash is smart enough to know what he means.]

I know I wasn't. I know a lot more people than just you who are also waiting on that information. I don't really care about the Malnosso past getting them all back. [Or at least Wolfwood and Noah. Amelia had a decent life to get back to.]

Then I'll gladly take care of them for you. [Since you won't, he thinks to himself. Why let those who take what's dear to you stay alive, so they can't do it again is his logic. But now isn't the time to start a useless fight.]

All I can say is those who got to leave are quite the lucky ones, now aren't they. But as for the child...[He sighs, not really being good at this kind of thing-] if there is truly nothing you can do at the moment then I would suggest at least contacting the fools who took him. If no one else knows where children go, then they would be the next best thing, I would think.

[Vegeta can think that if he'd like, but Vash is prepared to do what it takes to get Noah back. It's just once he has the child, fighting with a baby in hand isn't the best idea.] I've tired that. Apparently their computers don't think I'd be a very good parent, but they may allow pictures and visitations. [He bites out the words. Angry at the bitter mocking he felt from the first time he heard them.

And as for the others being lucky to go home? Saying one of them is dead isn't going to make him feel any better either. Vegeta can be in the dark about that part.]

Edited 2013-02-04 03:03 (UTC)

[An eyebrow raise and Vegeta's mouth turns up, looking a little vexed from that tidbit of information.] Oh, they decide those kind of things huh? With a computer, nonetheless? Wow, it sounds like we've got quite the lot of saviors looking over us, now don't we! I suppose computers have all the answers, maybe the Malnosso aren't even necessary and that their technology should just rule everyone! [He could not be more sarcastic.]

How absurd. Pictures. And you mean to tell me that they are only considering those options? That makes me sick. Is that really all the information they gave you?

Yeah, that's all I have to go on for now. He's probably in one of the other enclosures. [Or given to a scientist, but he doesn't want to think about THAT option.]

I see. That is rather unfortunate- perhaps if they allow you to see him that you can make good use of that opportunity. Though I am unsure how you'll be able to keep the child even if you can successfully liberate him from their hands. [He sighs, looking quite perturbed despite the even level of his voice.]

Before I go, let me have your name.

There must be a way I can take him back home with me. I'd stay here with him until a way is found. And my name is Vash.

[Vegeta will nod, preparing himself to bid Vash adieu.] And I am Vegeta. Do make sure a few of them die in the process. It's the least you can do.

As long as I get Noah back, I don't care what happens to the Malnosso. [If he has to kill a few along the way he won't shed a tear, but he's not about to go on a killing spree.]

Hrmf. So be it. I hope you know what you're doing. [He doesn't have much more to say on the matter, so he's going to shut off his journal on his end, and thinks to himself, until next time.]

[He hopes so too, with nothing more to say he also shuts his journal.]

Hello there! CJ here! I see you noticed that the kid Noah went missing. Naturally, you're thinking to yourself, "Well now what? Where did the kid go? Is he being looked after? Would I be a good parental figure?"

Well, the answer is no, you wouldn't. We ran it through our system and you came up as a negative. Point of fact, it was determined Noah wasn't a good fit for Luceti at all. So once his parents decided to abandon him, we stepped in.

Now don't you worry about Noah, because he's been placed with foster parents. Responsible foster parents. Ones that won't up and vanish once a little Shifting get finicky and causes them to vanish. No, these parents will look after him and be there for the rest of his life. Which is more than we can say for most of you Luceti folk.

Cherish the memories while you can. After all, you're the only one from his world who will ever know he exists. Until you find your way home too, anyway. So long!

Edited 2013-02-02 03:42 (UTC)

They didn't decide to abandon him! They would never do that if given any sort of choice! And who are you to decide if I'd make a good parent or not! That's not your choice to make!

I can take care of him! Give him back to me!

I didn't decide it. Computers, with lots of numbers and fancy science, decided. You can't argue with science and computers, son. That's the way of insanity.

A good parent can't be decided with numbers! What kind of numbers and factors would you even put in!?

I'm his Godfather, his parents trusted me to take care of him and that's what I'll do!

For how long? You could be here a month. Or worse, two years. Now I'm not a family man, myself. Never thought much of the idea. But I do know that kids like consistency. Revolving door parents tends not to do so well for the little tykes. Gives 'em issues. Issues means we have to foot the bill for therapy. You're asking us to pay for your problems. I'm a businessman. I don't see the advantage in that. Not when we can get the foster parent thing out of the way now, while the kid's too young to remember who his parents are a year from now.

[Vash has to pause a moment. He knows random screaming and pointless threats won't solve anything as the bitter knowledge that Noah will probably remember his parents is thrown back into his face. He knew it, but he didn't want to hear it again.]

What if I ran missions for you? To cover this "therapy". [That he highly doubts that you'd offer the kid anyway.] Or any other bill you may want to think of.

I'll send you pictures. But since I like you, maybe, eventually, we'll talk visitations. Best I can do for you.

I don't want visitations, [If he was thinking straight he'd actually probably be thankful to even have that.] I want him back! I want to take care of him!

You can do that! You took him, you can bring him back!

I can. But I won't. You'll have to find a way to live with that.

Pleasure talking to you.

[The feed ends here.]

That's not good enou-

HEY! I wasn't done talking to you yet! GET BACK HERE! [Deep down he knows yelling won't get him anywhere, but he'll spend a few more moments in vain trying to get anyone's attention again. What else can he do?]

Edited 2013-02-02 04:44 (UTC)

--They didn't send them back home. [ He can figure that much out by the way he's reacting... Or, there's still a chance that he could be wrong ]

He was born here. He had no other place to go to!

Isn't there a chance he'll be back if they took them? [ but he doesn't like this. ... nor has he heard of someone being born here ]

They have no intention of giving him back to me.

How do you know that?

I asked, they said no. I even tried to offer going on missions to get him back, but they still said no.

That's dirty...

And there's no way of going after them. [ they're super strong--it'd be stupid ]

Not yet there isn't, but I plan to keep my eyes open for chances.

Aren't they super strong?

Maybe, but that's not going to stop me from trying to get him back.

... How can you fight them?

Well, right now I can't reach them, but one day when they slip up I'm sure I'll think of something to fight with between my fists and guns.

You could train to become stronger. ... But even then, it sounds way too risky!

Yeah, sure. I'll do that. Just a word of advice kid? Be careful who you assume is weak around here, alright? Some people would probably take it as an insult. [Not that Vash cares. Usually he likes it when people underestimate him, but he's pissed off and doesn't want to take it out on some kid who is probably new here.]

Thanks, Mister, but I don't need your advice. [ He's been killing long enough to know who's strong and who isn't strong enough to take on another--according to himself and his family, anyways ]

Alright then. Good luck with that. [Vash will just hope nobody decides to show you how strong they really ARE here.]

[ Quietly: ]

He'll be safe.

He'd be safer here with me! Not some place where who knows WHAT will happen to him, not even knowing anything about his parents.

You d-d-don't have a choice. I'm s-s-sorry.

THAT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH! I can't- I just can't accept that! [He's yelling at the wrong person. Somewhere a small voice in his head is telling him that, but he doesn't care right now. He just wants to yell.]

[Sanji hears the angry shouting - it's a little hard to miss this early in the morning. But he doesn't say anything at the time, only stares blankly at the page, Vash's rage slowly fading into the background as the truth tries to sink in.

They'd only take Noah if the parents had left -- and that means Milly-chan has gone home, and Wolf--

Just like that, an entire family wiped out of existence.

... No, he can't deal with this right now. The thought freezes in place before rage or grief has a chance to set in, and so the chef goes through part of his day with minimal hiccups save the growing anxiety in the back of his mind.

He's fine until about midday.]

... All four of 'em are gone? [His voice sounds distant]

[It takes Vash a bit to respond, mostly because he's moving. The Cross Punisher isn't exactly an easy thing to cart around town. His answer will come a couple hours later.]

All of them. Wolfwood left you something. I'll drop it off a bit later.

Alright.

... Restaurant or at the house?

Doesn't matter. I decided to move out so I'll be near both. Where are you now? I could stop by. I have one more load to get.

[... That answers that, then. Sanji turns silent until it occurs Vash asked him a question]

Seventh Heaven.

Alright. Be by in a bit.

[It takes a few minutes, as he had to swing by the house to grab it still, but he eventually turns up to Seventh Heaven. His large travel bag slung over his shoulder, his long hair down around his face, and dressed in a heavy black jacket and jeans. When he enters he swings the bag off his shoulder to pull out the box that had Sanji's name on it in Wolfwood's handwriting before heading back towards the kitchen to find the chef.]

I'm sorry, Sanji. [He knew you two were very close friends as well.] I didn't look in it.

[Being in the middle of putting together the food for Vivi's party tomorrow, Sanji has at least kept himself busy when Vash arrives, though when the chef turns around, he has no idea what to do with those words -- or the box Vash holds out to him, for that matter. He cocks up a brow.

A cigarette box? Really, Wolf? You left him your private stash as a final goodbye.

Heh, but it's fitting, and such an offhanded sort of gift makes it easier to form his lips into a halfhearted smile. He takes it, flipping the top open.

... It's not cigarettes he finds, but pictures. All of them completely unfamiliar until Sanji squints to get a good look at the subjects: him, Wolf, and Leo posing for the camera... "Uncle" Law, along with Katara, Sokka, Zoro... A picture of him with Nami and their girls, and Chouji, during the mikan festival. Brook. Ginko. Many more. More than he's willing to count right now.

Their family that didn't really exist.]

[... And he'd been doing such a good job at holding it together, goddamn you, Wolfwood.]

[He doesn't break down. No, he just turns and faces the counter, hunched over, having shoved the box and the pictures to the side with a little more force than necessary. A few of them flutter to the floor where they'll wait until Sanji picks them up. Whenever that will be.]

Thanks. [Said stiffly. And feeling like a selfish bastard because he's too numb to offer Vash anything more than his back right now] For bringin' it over.

[Vash reaches down to pick up the fallen pictures. He's not really surprised, Wolfwood left one for him too. Without really looking at them he'll set them beside the others so they won't be stepped on.]

It's all right.

[A pause, as he really doesn't want to pester the chef, but-] Do you have any spare canned food? Or any jerky that's handy?

[Sanji nearly turns around at the request, ready to bite out that if Vash plans on eating that shit, he can forget it - grab a proper meal from the fridge or so fuckin help him--

A hand is planted firmly against his forehead, a deep sigh taken. Calm down, chef.]

Who's it for? You? ... You know I'd rather just make you something.

I know, but I'm going camping. Those will keep better.

... Cabinet to your right, bottom shelf.

Take as many as you need.

Thanks. I shouldn't be gone too long. [He should probably offer to stay, give his friend some support they both could maybe use, but this is just something he has to do on his own right now. He'd rather keep what he's about to try to himself for now.]

[Under different circumstances Sanji might ask, pry into Vash's business like he's usually wont to do.

Today is different.] Stay in touch. [It's all he can offer. The words "I'm sorry" won't even touch his lips - they'd ring hollow and empty anyway]

Thanks, I will. I shouldn't be gone too long.

[A nod - listless and only half-listening. Now Sanji just waits for the footsteps to tell him Vash has left the kitchen, so he can have a few moments to himself]

[Vash doesn't stay any longer than it takes to grab a few days worth of food and place it in his pack. He's just about ready to leave now.] Take care of yourself. [And then he turns and leaves. He's wasted enough time as it is.]

[Vash is gone for maybe twenty minutes before someone else is letting themselves into the kitchen, door pushed open quietly.]

[By now, Sanji is more or less stable. No tears, no outbursts of unbridled frustration. The photos have been gathered up and set to the side, where he won't forget them, and he stands with his focus narrowed down to whatever is in his hands. Food for some sort... Stir-fry? Yeah, that's it.

God, Zeff would have his ass for such inattentiveness.

He doesn't hear the door open; that would require he remove himself from the safety of his numbed thoughts, and he's not sure he's ready for it]

[The fact he doesn't whirl and greet her within moments tells Nami all she needs to know-- that he's already been told. She stands there with her back to the door for another moment, not sure whether she should cross into Sanji's territory-- maybe he'd prefer being left alone.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

She doesn't say anything. But after a moment, there's a gentle hand on Sanji's sleeve. A soft touch and tug to get his attention.]

[He tenses, breath held tight in his throat and a little apprehensive at who he's gonna find.

When he turns and sees that it's Nami, he has the sense to relax, fixing her with a slow, tired smile. He doesn't say anything - he doesn't think he needs to. There's only one reason she'd be here, and so sees little reason to start acting like everything's okay]

[Oh, Sanji.

There's nothing at all she can say that will help, and so she doesn't. The only thing she can do is be there for him the way he was when Bellemere-san left-- movement slow and a little careful, her arms curl around his waist gently.

Offering comfort for once, instead of taking it.]

[...

He wishes, a little selfishly, that she hadn't gone that far, no matter if he was waiting for it. Hugs have a way of unraveling what little control a person has. And he thinks about standing still, just letting her do the work this time. He's numb enough to consider it for a few seconds.

Then he feels his face contort, twisted into a moment's worth of frustrated misery, and maybe he doesn't hug her back yet, but he does lean some of his weight against hers, head drooping until he can feel some of her wayward hairs brush his cheek. Lets out a wet, shuddering sigh.]

[This hurts, Nami-san]

[Nami knows. She knows people unravel at a touch, Sanji... it's why she's here. Better, she thinks, for you to be able to let some of this grief out than lock it all away. Better for it to be with nakama. With her. He'll be able to forgive himself for this, if it's her. She's sure of it.

She feels the dampness on her shoulder and says nothing; just curls one arm up higher on his back, fingers resting between his shoulderblades, and hugs him close.

She's sorry, Sanji-kun.]

[Nami doesn't hear the yelling until much later in the day... she's not paying as much attention to the journal as she used to.

When she finally hears it, it's before his calmer post, but not by much. Nami's combing the village looking for him-- from the house to out by the place they found him when Rem had gone home. Anywhere she can think of to look.

If she doesn't find him, then she'll address him on the journal. But she doesn't...really want to just leave a message. Not with things the way they are between them.]

[Good Spirits would be a good place to check. Although at the moment he's just stopping by for a couple drinks. His large travel pack is by his side with a few days worth of clothes in it and camping gear. He's dressed in jeans and a large winter black coat. The winter cap on his head hides his shaggy hair.

Currently he's helping himself to a couple bottles of whiskey and stuffing them into his bag as well.]

[The winter cap almost makes her miss Vash, and it's only when she approaches the bar herself with the intent of buying a couple of bottles to go find him with that she takes a second look. And then sort of. Stares for a few moments.]

...Vash.

Ah, Nami. [He speaks as he slips a fourth bottle into his bag and ties it shut.] I'm not sure you've checked the journals today, but Wolfwood went home. [He pauses a moment. Debating grabbing a fifth bottle, if only so he can have his hands doing something.]

I think Sanji may be taking a bit hard...

[Keep on talking, by all means. Though you might get interrupted when she crosses the distance in one quick stride, throwing her arms around you. Hugging tight.]

[The hug surprises him a bit. He didn't expect an argument today out of Nami if she had heard, but he hadn't been expecting a hug.

He's not very sure how to react. He doesn't even bring his arms up to return the hug. Instead their stuck somewhere in between.]

I'm alright.

[Lie. But at least saying something felt a little right as his brain finally remembers how to return a hug. Although it's limp, ready to let her go when she wants to pull back.]

[Today. Just this once.

Nami isn't calling him on it.

She's still angry at him, deep down inside. It's an anger that has no place here and she has firmly squashed it down, because Vash. Still a friend, after all that, and she knows Wolfwood is dead. And Noah--

--she doesn't want to yell at him. About anything. Least of all the fact he's lying.

So she just keeps hugging.]

[She's still holding on and he's not sure what to do. What should he say?]

Amelia will be alright.

[It took a bit, but he finally found something he could say that didn't hurt.]

[She does pull back at that.]

Just Amelia? [Quiet.] What about Milly?

Milly's stronger than any of us. When I last saw her at home she was doing much better.

[At least she went back with Wolfwood. She's spared that heartbreak.

...then there's the child. She knows Vash well enough to work out what he'll try to do now. And really, she can't blame him.]

There are missions and drafts that take us to other enclosures. We can look for him.

[She doesn't mean Wolfwood.]

[Vash knows very well who she's talking about.] Thanks, but something tells me they won't be sending me or anyone close to me anywhere near where he'll be.

Let alone take him back. [Knowing the kid is safe would be nice, but the ultimate goal is to get Noah back.]

And will that stop you looking?

[He sighs with a small smile. Slightly amused, but more tired than anything else.] No, of course it won't.

Then I'll help. It's that simple. I might not have any luck, but there's no harm in trying.

Thanks Nami, I just don't want you doing anything too dangerous to find him. [That's HIS job.]

Edited 2013-02-11 03:03 (UTC)

[Snort.]

Sure. What qualifies as dangerous in this place?

You know, I'm not sure anymore. Just, don't go offering to explore the inside of active volcanoes or anything just because it may give you half a day in another village.

No fear, Vash.

I might do dangerous. I won't do suicidal.

[But despite the snark, her hand does fall onto his shoulder and squeeze lightly.]

Okay, thanks Nami. [Part of him wants to argue not to do dangerous either, but it just all seems so pointless right now anyway. He puts the last bottle into his pack and ties it closed.] Besides, Sanji would kill me if he found out you did anything remotely dangerous for me. [It's a weak joke, but he just had to say something.]

Edited 2013-02-13 02:27 (UTC)

He might. He might not. [Sanji understands helping a friend.]

I'll talk to you when you come back.

Yeah, sorry I'm putting that on hold again, but I just have to do this right now.

No problem.

[And after one final shoulder squeeze, she'll leave him to it. It's clear he wants space.]

[Vash gives Nami a grateful nod, swings his bag over his shoulder and heads towards the door.] Later.

What?! No!

[ She practically wails the word. Wolfwood... she'd known him such a long time. Cared about him so much... he'd offered her a family when she'd believed, however briefly, she had none. Done a lot for her over the years. And he and his son are gone... ]

Yes. I'm sorry.

[Short replies. It helps to keep him from letting his anger out at the wrong people.]

[ There's a long silence. He might think she's left, all things considered ... but she's just trying to master her emotions. When she speaks, it's quiet. ]

Vash... do you maybe ... need some company?

No. I'm fine. [And he's about to go camping anyway.]

...Vash? You still there?

I'm here.

Any clues? Any idea where they've brought the little one? Shall I go a-missioning and search him out?

[Vash doesn't attempt to strengthen the filter, he could, he just doesn't care.]

No real clues, they just seem to think they've placed him with a foster family that is more permanent.

[Jack's never heard the term "foster family" before but he can pretty well guess what that means.]

Keep my eyes and ears open, shall I?

[Because for a man who wants a family, this is about the most horrifying news ever. And he truly feels for Vash. That niggling compassion that has grown ever since he landed in Luceti.]

Lad -- I'm sorry. About Wolfwood.

Thanks, when I get home I'll show you a picture of him.

[And then a pause.]

Yeah, me too.

...I'm sorry, Vash-san.

[She heard the earlier outburst over the journal but there is nothing to say when the inevitable comes]

Thanks. I'll be alright.

[Short answers, what can one say to something like this?]

I hope so. Take care of yourself, ne?

I will. [Not that it's himself that he's worried about.]

[She has nothing more to say so she'll end the feed. Another heart broken to this horrible place]

[...Man what do you even say to that. She's not sure. She considers baking something and dropping it off, but even that just seems shallow. She bites her lip, and finally just sighs to give up on it. She'll find some way to make it up to Vash, in future. Her inability to do anything right now]

[While Vash would at least appreciate the thought and understand the shallow feeling, it's probably for the best she didn't stop by. As Vash has moved out of his home into one of the apartment buildings. He's also decided to make a trip out to the barrier and is currently camping out in the woods somewhere.]

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[Action] bahaha I said I would so here I am (yea)

[Action] yes excellent 8D

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