Vash the Stampede (
goldenglasses) wrote2014-05-09 10:41 pm
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[Vash had been mentally preparing himself for this day. Yet, he still wasn't ready when May 9th came around. The day his life had changed forever. For whatever reason his journal kicks itself on and it catches sight of Vash cleaning a large cross. Only one of the arms is open showing a row of handguns. Vash is very carefully giving the Cross Punisher a full tune up and cleaning. At the moment he's got one of the smaller handgun apart and checking it for any possible malfunctions before giving it a cleaning and putting it back in it's place.]
Hard to believe it's been another year already. [He talks out loud to himself. Or his two cats as he's unaware the journal turned itself on.] Noah would be two years old today. I'm sure that kid is doing just fine. After all, with parents like that no wise person would stand a chance messing with him.
[He dabs at an eye that's starting to water.] Don't worry; kid. We haven't given up on you. It may take a little more time, but I promise to find you. I will. [His hands slip and he ends up dropping part of the gun. With a soft chuckle he picks it up again. Dropping things when no one was around to see. It just wasn't like him.] Heh. Opps.
[Vash falls quiet as he continues on his chore. His back turned to the camera, but he often drops things and has to pick them up again. The outlaw's shoulders start to shake the more his fingers fumble and yes, those are soft sobs that can be heard. Thinking he's alone he's not at all ashamed by his tears.] I just... I really hope- where ever you are... I hope you have a happy birthday, Noah.
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[When he's finished his task Vash will clean himself up and hit up his usual haunts as he leaves the ice building. Helping with the flowers at Azalea. Working with a happy smile and having lunch at Seventh Heaven. Now that his death penalty was removed he'll pick up a "light" snack of a dozen doughnuts from the bakery. Munching them as he takes a short walk around the forest before winding up in Good Spirits to end the day.]
[Vash had been mentally preparing himself for this day. Yet, he still wasn't ready when May 9th came around. The day his life had changed forever. For whatever reason his journal kicks itself on and it catches sight of Vash cleaning a large cross. Only one of the arms is open showing a row of handguns. Vash is very carefully giving the Cross Punisher a full tune up and cleaning. At the moment he's got one of the smaller handgun apart and checking it for any possible malfunctions before giving it a cleaning and putting it back in it's place.]
Hard to believe it's been another year already. [He talks out loud to himself. Or his two cats as he's unaware the journal turned itself on.] Noah would be two years old today. I'm sure that kid is doing just fine. After all, with parents like that no wise person would stand a chance messing with him.
[He dabs at an eye that's starting to water.] Don't worry; kid. We haven't given up on you. It may take a little more time, but I promise to find you. I will. [His hands slip and he ends up dropping part of the gun. With a soft chuckle he picks it up again. Dropping things when no one was around to see. It just wasn't like him.] Heh. Opps.
[Vash falls quiet as he continues on his chore. His back turned to the camera, but he often drops things and has to pick them up again. The outlaw's shoulders start to shake the more his fingers fumble and yes, those are soft sobs that can be heard. Thinking he's alone he's not at all ashamed by his tears.] I just... I really hope- where ever you are... I hope you have a happy birthday, Noah.
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[When he's finished his task Vash will clean himself up and hit up his usual haunts as he leaves the ice building. Helping with the flowers at Azalea. Working with a happy smile and having lunch at Seventh Heaven. Now that his death penalty was removed he'll pick up a "light" snack of a dozen doughnuts from the bakery. Munching them as he takes a short walk around the forest before winding up in Good Spirits to end the day.]
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Sure thing, what's up?
[Although he's on the brink of still walking out that door. He doesn't really want to talk about Noah, but just in case Aang is need of comfort he doesn't allow himself to move another centimeter towards the door. He turns himself fully back towards Aang to try to squash the feeling that he should still run from this conversation while he still can. Laugh it off like he was really just THAT hungry. Aang had gotten the chance to meet Noah, no matter how briefly, and Vash knew the impression that kid left. Just like his parents; a big one. So he smiles like nothing at all is wrong in the world and waits for Aang to speak. Secretly hoping what Aang wants to say is about his own feelings; as he's too young to have to be worrying over silly adults like him.]
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Well, it's just... I never told you much about about the way I was born and raised, did I?
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Even with the surprise Vash's outward appearance doesn't change. It's still the same carefree smile he wears everyday. His body is relaxed as he leans slightly back onto the counter as one who is expecting to hear an interesting story might.]
No, you haven't, but if you'd like to talk about it I'm happy to listen.
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I never knew my parents. The people who gave birth to me that is. The way it worked with my people, is that a bunch of us kids were raised by priests of the temples. So I knew Monk Gyatso instead. He was kind and funny, and he cared for me a whole lot. When the other monks wanted me to be the Avatar... he wanted me to keep being a kid instead. The other monks wouldn't listen to him, so I ran away. And... and then I got frozen for a hundred years.
[It's a story that's gotten a little easier to tell over time. Even so, Aang is trying to get through it quickly. To get to his point.]
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Frozen for a hundred years!?
[Vash was probably one of the worst ice, snow, anything cold expert in all of Luceti, but he was pretty sure people usually died from something like that. Not that he wasn't happy that Aang wasn't dead. Wait, or was he? Luceti made that a little unclear at times.]
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[This also might be a ploy to talk more about Aang's ability to survive things and off the topics that may lead back to Noah.]
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[He should probably question the age thing, but seeing as he himself is well over hundred and so are many others in Luceti that doesn't seem as strange.]
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[I'm sorry, was there a point? Because Vash likes talking about noodles and slow animals so much more.]
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