Vash the Stampede (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
goldenglasses) wrote2013-03-24 03:51 pm
goldenglasses) wrote2013-03-24 03:51 pm
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[Vash wakes up in the morning and eventually rolls himself out of bed. He dresses in whatever is on hand and clean. Today it's a pair of brown slacks and a white button up long sleeved shirt. His hair he pulls back into a pony tail before leaving his quiet and empty apartment.
The rest of the day is spent looking over the journal, a bit of people watching in the square, and then lunch at Seventh Heaven where he's careful to order nothing that could be considered a baked good. Thanks once again Malnosso for that new allergy. Then the day is ended once he enters Good Spirits and stays until he's drunk to the point that he feels numb enough that he can go home, sleep and start it all over again.
That has been his daily routine for nearly a month now. He use to sometimes stop to make sure the Flower Shop had enough help, but it seemed they had enough new people now to care for the place without him and he didn't have much interest now anyway. Once or twice he enters the woods and tries to make contact with Faeren once again, but for some reason that spirit has just gone quiet on him.
Today after a long day of nothing he's sitting at the bar with a bottle of Wild Turkey next to him that he's working on. He's looking over Katie's last message to Wolfwood. Apparently it was about him in some way, not that he could figure out the meaning behind it. He gives up on it for now instead to ask a question that he's been curious about.]
So, according to the Malnosso they're trying to find a way home for everyone. Say for just a second that is what they're doing and they managed to do it. Not only that, but you can pick when you could go home with your memories. Would you choose to go back and change something you did? Or are you afraid that what you did could change things too much?
The rest of the day is spent looking over the journal, a bit of people watching in the square, and then lunch at Seventh Heaven where he's careful to order nothing that could be considered a baked good. Thanks once again Malnosso for that new allergy. Then the day is ended once he enters Good Spirits and stays until he's drunk to the point that he feels numb enough that he can go home, sleep and start it all over again.
That has been his daily routine for nearly a month now. He use to sometimes stop to make sure the Flower Shop had enough help, but it seemed they had enough new people now to care for the place without him and he didn't have much interest now anyway. Once or twice he enters the woods and tries to make contact with Faeren once again, but for some reason that spirit has just gone quiet on him.
Today after a long day of nothing he's sitting at the bar with a bottle of Wild Turkey next to him that he's working on. He's looking over Katie's last message to Wolfwood. Apparently it was about him in some way, not that he could figure out the meaning behind it. He gives up on it for now instead to ask a question that he's been curious about.]
So, according to the Malnosso they're trying to find a way home for everyone. Say for just a second that is what they're doing and they managed to do it. Not only that, but you can pick when you could go home with your memories. Would you choose to go back and change something you did? Or are you afraid that what you did could change things too much?
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So long as he's certain the gunman gets home in one piece, he'll consider this evening a small victory.]
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[Vash will be oh so helpful and pour himself a glass from the whiskey bottle he has next to you.]
You really didn't need to come out though. [You're not even drinking even.]
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Besides, it's been a while since I bothered coming here.
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Shithead, there's never anything to do in this enclosure, period. [He watches the pieces of ice bump into each other] Just the same routine.
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But not much else outside of it. [Tilting his head back in thought] Everyone's got their hobbies, but it's to help pass the time more than for the sake of it.
[Shrug] For some of us.
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Or was it Rem-chan who loved them?
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No, I meant that woman you cared so much about! From your world. She came to Luceti once, didn't she?
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... Shit. Did Vash forget her?]
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Amelia had red and Milly was brown. [And thinking of Amelia and those who have gone home just has him thinking about his past decisions again. He really was a terrible dice thrower, wasn't he? This calls for another drink of whiskey.]
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Sanji cants his head away and mumbles an apology, or any excuse that sounds half-plausible. Right, sure. His mistake. Must've thought it was someone else. You know how he is, getting his ladies confused.
He won't bring it up again. This is... answer enough.
Fuckin Malnosso]
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He shifts, still unsure what to say. Eventually he goes as far as agreeing. It's simpler]
Yeah, my shitty mistake. [Time for another cigarette, he thinks. Nicotine - he needs nicotine.]
After three years, the ladies just blend together.
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[He should know, because he can do it and no longer remembers how to turn the face recognition off anymore. Or even remember why it use to be so important.]
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Seems that way.
Like I said, it's been over three years of people coming and going. [Himself included]
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