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[Where is Vash today? Running around town trying to rip down wanted posters with his face and a reward of 60 billion double dollars for his capture dead or alive plastered on them.

Vash today is dressed in full old western cowboy gear too. His long hair tied back in a pony tail. Hidden under a big black hat. Dark black jeans, with black boots complete with spurs, and a black vest over a grey long sleeved shirt. With his trusty six shooter on his hip. One problem. He doesn't want to play the bad guy!

Of course, this would also be easy if his evil twin brother Knives wasn't around! Only, he wasn't around, was he? There are some moments in the pass day of black outs that Vash just can't quite remember now. Actually he should probably question those a bit more now that they seem to be happening more and more.]

Anyone else having memory lapses?

(OOC: Vash is struck with split personality right now. HE IS HIS OWN EVIL TWIN BROTHER! Every so often when my coin dictates Vash will becomes a rather dramatic "Knives" so don't be surprised when you get a random reply from

secretbutterflylover .)

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Much like any traumatic injury, my non-outlaw friend, you need to know what causes it in order to effectively treat it! But yes, it's quite likely I'll be able to stop it. Or at the very least find the cause and outline a long-term treatment! But since you've only been suffering from it for ... ah, a day now, it shouldn't.. be that bad. [Surely. He sounds absolutely unconfident in this.]

So! Have you suffered any unexpected mental breakdowns, sudden emotional shocks, had the metaphorical world ripped out from under you, discovered you're a father, been brained repeatedly, or anything equally sudden and traumatic in the last two days or so?

[Suddenly there's a change in the tone of voice of the man. Slightly deeper and full of much more confidence.]

That's a lot of rather personal information you're asking of someone to give out freely. If I told you all that, I'd have to kill you.

[That's ... terribly ominous. The professor seems to consider this for a very short few moments, then, sounding terribly alarmed:]

Hey! You shouldn't take things that don't belong to you! Put the other fellow back on! He better be okay, or Aidios help me, I will ... I-I will be very upset! A-and no killing either, murder is wrong!

[There's just a small chuckle.]

If you don't want me to kill you then I'd best not to tell you all those things then should I?

I never asked you any of those things! [Surely it's not the same person! Though it's just as possible that yes, it is the same person, given the pushover nature he'd seen from Vash so far, more likely this fellow just STOLE his journal. Horrible!]

I'm really not interested in dying, but I do not think you should be taking things that don't belong to you, or butting in on other people's conversations! You should be ashamed!

[This would be a far more realistically stern scolding if the professor's voice didn't have that particular sort of squeak that spoke of bravery only because of a whole lot of distance between himself and the potential trouble.]

And who said it didn't belong to me? That man has posters up all over Luceti. Perhaps this was my journal all along.

[This too is considered, or perhaps Alba's just taking time to make sure his doors and windows are locked.]

I'm sure he's not the sort to be ..stealing other people's journals, he seems like a nice fellow!

[There's a faint click.] ... Though, even though you're ... kind of m.. um, a little unfriendly, are you a friend of his?

He does seem that way, doesn't he? And I suppose that you could call me a friend of his.

The two of us are pretty in close in fact. It's almost as if we share the same mind sometimes.

Edited 2013-04-30 02:59 (UTC)

Now that would be peculiar, wouldn't it? [The professor sounds like he isn't even considering such a possibility, but don't worry - he is.] I'm sure as you are a ... friend of his, that you're also interested in seeing him healthy~? These memory lapses could be dangerous.

[And now the lying through his teeth.] A friend of mine may have a simple potion that could help his, ah, cognitive issues. If he's unavailable, perhaps you could take it for him, and keep it til he returns?

[A potion? To possibly get rid of him? No thanks.]

Alright. I'll hold onto it for him. [And then dump it out later.]

Excellent. Hopefully this problem he's having will clear right up! Where might you be found? Or him, I suppose, if he's turned up? The sooner found, the sooner fixed!

[All his apprehension seems to have completely vanished!]

I'll come find you. Where are you?

[That way if the idiot gets control of the body again hopefully he won't be able to find this guy.]

Right now? [A moment of bewilderment.] At the item sho-- oh. Oh. How about at the plaza~?

[Conveniently where Moiraine wanted to meet him anyway!]

The plaza? [Poor evil twin. He almost got away with it!] Why are we talking about the plaza?

[There's one of those little pauses that could suggest so much, then:] To try to help you with your little problem, my young friend. Why don't you come down and meet my friend Moiraine and I, and we'll see what we can do for you.

Yeah? You really think you can help?

I'm certain I can help, we'll just give the less invasive methods a try first. We won't know til we try, after all!

Less invasive? Yeah. I guess... if it's not too invasive that doesn't sound too bad.

Just a little drink! Come on down, you'll see when you get here.

The plaza then, right? I guess it couldn't hurt.

I'll meet you there at noon. [High noon.]

We'll be waiting.

[With much anticipation. Satisfied with this, the professor closes his journal and prepares to see how this will all go down.]

(Ooc: Continued here!)

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