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[Drowning - I mean Accidental Voice]

[The video starts with a rapid, bouncing motion of the sky as if the book had just been dropped and landed on it's spine before falling open. It's quickly followed by a long yell and a LOUD splash! The image bobs up and down a moment before slowly the book starts to slide and tip over. Water starts to creep up and take over the screen as there's another splash and the sound of a man taking a LARGE breath of air.]

AHHH! Oh man, I think I saw a bright light that time! Or maybe that was the su-[Glub! Opps! No time to try to relax just yet. Luckily there's another gasp shortly after that.] GAAHH! This swimming thing is hard- [Opps, there went the journal. There's a muffled yell before the book is yanked up and out of the water.]

Oh man... it's soaked. [At last there is a view of a rather wet Vash, staring into the journal as he clutches onto a small piece of drift wood. That's a LOT of water behind him.]

Uh... is this thing still working? Ahahaha... heeeey there guys. No need to worry! But I uh, won't be home tonight. Or... uh... maybe a week. [He glances up. A big revealed grin shows up on his face.] Oh good! I can see the mountains from here! Now I know which wa- [Whoops, he got a little too excited, the book joins him back under water as he flips over his little piece of wood. It takes only a few moments for him to surface again.]

Aiaiaiiaiai... man that's cold and was that... salt? I'll just be home as fast as I can, okay?

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A draw bridge isn't a type of sandcastle. It's a door. [Really, Vash. Adding a drawbridge to her castle now.] Anything else? What about boiling oil on the parapets?

Boiling oil? No way, my sandcastle would be one of love and peace! [There's a few splashing sounds as he finds a better grip on his drift wood and gives kicking a try for a bit.]

But if you don't have boiling oil, what will you cook your chips in? [Sigh. Scratching the words 'love' and 'peace' into your castle. Happy now?]

Well, if it's for chips then that's fine. [Kick, kick, splash, splash. Lalala. Not panicking. Not panicking. Just going to keep telling himself that.]

And I need water for the moat. And maybe some geraniums. Are you drowning yet?

[She doesn't mean to delay things. It's just the highest tier of this sort of magic is particularly draining. Cantrips make things easier.]

[Ugh, water. He use to like water really, but now he just wants to be out of it.]

Geraniums would be nice, maybe a gardern of th-

...no. I'm not drowning yet. Thanks for asking.

A whole garden? Such a greedy man. Will you bring the water if I bring the geraniums?

[A whole garden it is. How nice it is to have such sharp ~~claws~~ fingernails. Scratching open the back of her hand, now.]

Yeah, sure. [Wildly agreeing to just about anything? Yes.]

[She could make him promise to bring her water. That would take any effort out of this at all. Buuut you sound like you're kind of getting a little stressed. |Da Just a little.]

Very well, then--

[Flicking her hand across the sand and leaving a whole trail of blood drops on the sand. It's close enough.]

--you'd better hurry up. The tide might come in and ruin your castle before you get here.

[...although as she's saying it, Vash may find himself suddenly in midair a few feet above his new castle. 8|]

What's a tide-

[But before Vash can finish that question he suddenly finds himself in the air attempting to swim though it. Naturally this goes even worse than his attempt at regular swimming.]

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

[Whoops, he's not going to get to see his castle anyway, as he lands right on top of it with a loud thump!]

Edited 2011-05-19 01:11 (UTC)

[How rude. You'd think she hadn't planned this, or something.]

...I was building that, you know. Couldn't you have fallen somewhere else?

[Vash takes some time to sit there blinking. Was he... really out of the water?] W-what happened?

You fell on my castle. I didn't know you could do that.

I can't do that! [Oh, well, he didn't think he could.]

Well, you just did. How will I plant the geraniums now?

[Vash ignores the question. Trying to get his mind to catch up with what had just happened to his body. He's damn sure Yuber wouldn't have teleported him out of that and he know he can't do anything like that which means-]

Katie can you teleport people?

Don't be silly. I'm a little girl.

Edited 2011-05-20 02:18 (UTC)

A little girl who also hates priests. [Wolfwood is also a tattletale and this is just Vash saying: He calls bullshit.

BUT! Bullshit or not, he's just glad to not be drowning anymore. If you have powers you don't want to talk about then he supposes he can understand that only too well.]

Sorry about your castle.

[It's not terribly secret these days, anyway. She's been here more than a year, now. Everyone else has magic powers and doesn't get crucified for them, after all.]

You'll have to make up for it.

Oh? [He wraps his arms together and holds them close to his chest as he smiles.] Do you have something in mind?

Are you cold?

J-just a l-little.

Could you give me a piggyback home? [She's tired. :| And will cling like a little warm limpet to your shoulders. ...and likes piggybacks.]

[His tired body screams: NO! but Vash just smiles.] Sure if you don't mind a soggy piggyback ride. [He totally owes you anyway.]

Soggy piggybacks are the best kind. [Holding hands up. Carry meeee. Besides, Vash always gives the best piggybacks. >>]

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I hate having so few icons -_-

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daklsdf you're a terrible person. <3

8D You're welcome!

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