[Voice]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash had only just gotten off work and hadn’t checked his journal yet. Missing all those lovely little warning posts. Besides when he checked his journal this morning, he hadn’t had a chance to look at it the rest of the day. Although he had fallen asleep during work, even though his dreams hadn’t been bad at all, (nice dreams in fact) they had kept him up all night missing Rem and wondering who that little boy that looked almost exactly like him was suppose to be. Either way, he has some more information for Luceti’s favorite non!Gun!totting priest.]

Hey preacher-man! I had another dream I thought you’d be interested in! It was in another desert town, only you were there this time, and you know what? I’m pretty sure you were trying to kill me. Something about money… and a family… it turned out alright anyway… I think? We both oddly had ketchup bottles on us and pretended to be dead. Weird, huh?

Oh, and then you-

Grrrrrrrrrr.

N-n-niiiiiice doggie. Good doggie! Stay over th- NO! I said stay! Staaaaay! These are my donuts you big, scary, looking horror you!

Grrrrrr!

AH! Here then! [There’s a quick whoosh sound as Vash tosses a bag of donuts, but apparently that could be seen as a sign of an attack as the dog gives a bark and Vash lets out a scream and starts running.]

GAHHHH! GOOD DOGGIE! NICE DOGGIE! PLEASE DON’T EAT ME!

[Luckily for Vash the dog was more interested in scaring the idiot off. The chase doesn’t last too long, but feel free to catch Vash running with a dog behind him.]

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[voice]

[thedicearecast.livejournal.com]

[Vash may notice Amelia sounds fairly tired herself. Or maybe she's just exasperated like always. What do you think, big brother?]

...Idiot.

[voice]

[goldenglasses]

[Sorry, too busy screaming to respond.]

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

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[thedicearecast.livejournal.com]

...

[Do you know how embarrassing it is to be related to you, sometimes?]

When you're done being chased around, get in touch with me.

[Amelia will close the journal then, leaving Vash to face his potential doom.]

[voice]

[goldenglasses]

[NEVER ANSWERS AGAIN!


...or he does about an hour later.]

You know, I COULD HAVE DIED!

[Action?]

[consultmybooks]

[Fortunately for Vash...or, possibly not...Giles has been spending most of the day hunting up these strange creatures. So he quickly zeroes in on the sound of one's barking, and the sound of...

...oh, hell no, you skinless monster. You stay the hell away from his son. Giles reaches down, picks up a rock in the path, and hurls it at the dog, managing to catch it a nice blow across its flank.]

[Action away!]

[goldenglasses]

[Doggie does not like that. He was just about to give up chase on the brainless one, having successfully chased him off, when there's a sting to his leg.

It turns for Giles.]

DAD! RUN!

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[consultmybooks]

[Not running, Vash. Sorry. In fact, Giles is going to be drawing the sword he's been carrying around all day against this very eventuality and prepare to stab the beast where it hurts if it tries for a lunge.]

[Action away!]

[goldenglasses]

[Drawing a weapon? Another threatening move. The beast has become much more interested in Giles than it has Vash. Who is silently cursing his luck and bringing out his slingshot. He yells out a plea as he loads it with a silver ball.]

Don't kill it!

[Damn it, this isn't good. He doesn't want to see his dad hurt, but he can't bring himself to just stand by and let it be killed.]

[Voice | Filtered] After Vash has a harrowing adventure. |D

[notabluesbro]

Wait, wait—that's... [Oh God, he just had this one. How is this even possible.] It was a gun tournament!

[He showed you a flier for it. He knows he did; he totally saw it.]

[Voice | Filtered]

[goldenglasses]

[Some heavy panting on this end.] A gun tournament? Maybe I was thinking about the tournament from the festival last ni--

[Why is he talking like you know what he dreamed about.]

...why do you think it was a gun tournament?

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[notabluesbro]

That's right—I showed you the flier. I wasn't even supposed to be in the damn thing, but you signed me up without telling me...!

[what the hell]

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[goldenglasses]

[Giggle!] Now why- [Snort!] Would I - haha do that for?!

[Good job dream him! Wait a second-]

Wait, are you trying to tell me you had the same dream?

[Action]

[gomugomunopwn.livejournal.com]

WOW! He moves fast when he's scared!

[Just watching and laughing in amusement as you run for your life.]

[Action]

[goldenglasses]

THIS ISN'T FUNNY! [Brb, scrambling up a tree now.]

[Action]

[howtobeaboss.livejournal.com]

Why don't you just fight it? It's not that tough!

[Action]

[goldenglasses]

I don't want to fight it!

[lostinmyway]

Oh, it's so nice to see the both of you playing together and having fun!

[Grune...no. Just...no.]

[goldenglasses]

We're not playing! Unless it's fetch! And if it's fetch...




I DON'T WANT TO PLAY FETCH!

[lostinmyway]

Oh, why not?

[action]

[strayfag.livejournal.com]

[Considering the number of times Badou's been chased through town, he really should have a lot of empathy in a situation like this. He watches, exhaling smoke.] 'Sup man. [This is Badou making no move to help, but he's definitely amused for all the good it'll do you.]

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[goldenglasses]

Oh not much, JUST BEING CHASED BY A CREEPY DOG. [Brb, looking for something to scurry up like a squirrel.]

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[strayfag.livejournal.com]

That's nice. Exercise is good for you. [Raising his voice to carry since the dog doesn't look like it's interested in anyone else... but he wants plenty of distance between them if it changes its mind.] What'd you do to it?

Action

[killercutething.livejournal.com]

[That sound!]

B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-BOW WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!

Action

[goldenglasses]

YES! SCARY BOW WOW! [Don't mind Vash as he just causally scoops you up as he goes. We scaredy cats have to stick together and get away from the dog!]

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[killercutething.livejournal.com]

YEEEEEK!!! DON'T LET IT EAT CHI!!!