[Voice] Backdated to EARLY morning. Mun doesn't do early on Saturday!

[goldenglasses]

[Vash's eyes shot open early in the morning. He had been having such an awful dream about Legato and there was gunfire and then Wolfwood was there. Wolfwood, had... he had...

That's not how that reoccurring nightmare tends to go.

It had been a nightmare, right?

Right?

Vash's journal falls to the floor as he bangs into his desk trying to grab it. His face is ash white as he picks it up and shouts into it.]

What day is it!?

[And after finding out what he did was not, in fact, a dream, Vash will be running for the bathroom and actually being sick over the very idea of it all. It's sometime after that, that he finally filters everything away from Legato and make one more statement.]

[Filtered to Legato // 90% Unhackable]

Legato, are you alright? [You're still alive right? Oh, for once, please answer this. He'll never forgive himself if he finds out you bleed out after they ditched you at the clinic.] I'm... I'm sorry.

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[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

[ Well... there goes her spatula as she hears the shout from in the kitchen and nearly jumps from her skin. She cautiously, ever so cautiously, goes to follow where his footsteps have gone and hears him before flattening her back against the wall by the door. ]

It's... Saturday, Vash.

... Do you want some toast? It might help your stomach. [ She knows that is not why Vash would be puking right now. ]

[goldenglasses]

No. [His answer comes though the door. He doesn't want to open it. He's ashamed of what he nearly did again and doesn't feel as if he can even show his face to anyone right now.]

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

[ Well, she's not going anywhere right now, so he'll have to either come out or be stuck in the bathroom. ]

... Vash, you know it was an experiment, right? So, it's not... [ Even if it WASN'T what made him do it, she will still blame it on the experiment. Redirect the blame for him. Make him feel better. ]

[goldenglasses]

But how, how can I say the things I do and mean them when I can be changed so easily? For everything to be forgotten, just like that? [How can he tell people that every life has value if he can't keep to it himself? What would could he tell Knives if he came back again to find he had killed Legato again?

He knows it's an experiment. That he doesn't have a choice, but to change something so deep that is his core? It scares him.]

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

[ Her shoulders droop. She knows she has no good answer for him. She still gives it her best shot. ]

This place... it makes us kill people we don't want to, hate and love people we don't want to. We do things we don't want, and see things we don't want... there's not much about our own needs that they care about... so the most we can do is try to continue living and forgive ourselves for what we can't take back when they control us.

[VOICE]

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

Uh, Saturday? You don't sound good...

[VOICE]

[goldenglasses]

Saturday... the eighteenth? [Doesn't look too good either.]

[VOICE]

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

Uh, yeah? [That's a little worrisome.]

[VOICE]

[goldenglasses]

Then it wasn't... it was all real.

[VOICE]

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

Um...what was all real?

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[thedicearecast.livejournal.com]

[Amelia has a headache of her own when she wakes up, about five minutes before Vash screams. Cracking open the door tells her that Meryl's talking to Vash, so Amelia leaves her to it. Seeing her is probably just going to bring on a whole new set of issues for him anyway.

But Amelia can't avoid it--in fact, she refuses to. So after Vash is out of the bathroom and alone again, Amelia will be heading over to talk.]

Hey.

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[goldenglasses]

[Vash is feeling a little better after having talked to Meryl, but yes, he's not exactly happy to see you walking up. It's nothing personal, but he made you a promise and he means to keep it, even if telling you the truth is the last thing he really feels up to right now.

Not that any of that will show on his face as he puts a smile on his face.]

Good morning, Amelia-chan.

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[thedicearecast.livejournal.com]

[Amelia isn't smiling. She's got a lot on her mind, not the least of it being everything she's heard from Legato, and what she's seen Vash do over the past several days. And Amelia would be lying if she says she doesn't want to know the truth. Just what Vash is, how dangerous he is--but through it all, he still smiles at her the same, and calls her that dumb name.

Because he's Vash.]

I'm not afraid of you. [Amelia crosses her arms over her chest, and gives Vash a stern look as she speaks.] No matter what, you're still an idiot, and that's all I need to know. Got it?

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[goldenglasses]

[Blink. Blink.]

[action] 2/2

[goldenglasses]

Heh, [He smiles a little more sincerely at that.] Thanks, it's good to know.

[thedicearecast.livejournal.com]

[That's a good sort of smile, Vash. Amelia can feel a little better too when he smiles like that.]

Right.

[And now that that's cleared up, Amelia will be leaning down to look Vash in the eye.]

Just don't ever tell anyone about what happened with the mouse.

[NOTHING SORT OF look it's a bad day for everyone spikey]

[notabluesbro]

[Ugh, don't even talk to me. Yeah, yeah, I'm the bro, I'm supposed to address this here entry. But you know what? I'm just going to hide under my covers and poke out just enough to smoke through a pack of cigarettes. Nah, not gonna punch any walls this time, but if you'd like to know the internal monologue:

MOTHERFUCKING GODDAMN PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME—

Suffice to say, he just saved the life of his killer. He needs a moment to process this.]

[YOU CAN'T HANDLE NOTHING SO HERE"S A TAG, FEEL FREE TO IGNORE!]

[goldenglasses]

[Yeah right, nothing. You're best friends with Vash the Stampede. Get use to it. He's at least going to poke his head into the room to make sure you're doing alright.]

Wolfwood, are you al- [...] are you smoking under there? You'll set your bed on fire!

[Not impressed.]

[/IGNORES IHU GO AWAY]

[notabluesbro]

[ugh, broom hair

He rolls over, suddenly even more annoyed with himself. Man, did he really talk like Vash and save Legato? Fuuuuuck.]

Takin' a sick break; check in on me in a year.

[I have a right to be dramatic, I saved a mass murderer.]

[:( but I loves you!]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash sighs. Well so far you're taking it better than he thought you would.

Maybe.]

Look, Wolfwood... for what it's worth? I want to thank you.

[HISSSSS]

[notabluesbro]

[he glances over his shoulder, the arm with cigarette in hand thrown over a messy head of hair]

For what?

[He has a pretty good idea, but he asks anyway.]

[endthem.livejournal.com]

[sorry, Vash. Don't mean to worry you, but your friend is in no condition to be answering. Just send him a card instead]

[goldenglasses]

[Oh no. Vash can't accept that for an answer. You bet before the clinic gets blown to smithereens he'll be popping in to check and make sure you're there.

He'll also hope you're asleep for his visit.]

[endthem.livejournal.com]

[some jerk shot him twice while he was still weak from his surgery, didn't you hear? He's not going to be really waking up for some time]

[goldenglasses]

[He's SORRY! And here he had been hoping he'd been making at least SOME headway on making up for killing you once already.

This just set him back by a million years.

But you're in the clinic. You're alive. That's good enough for him! Leaving now.]