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Vash the Stampede ([personal profile] goldenglasses) wrote2011-02-08 10:41 am

[Voice]

[Standard Villain Filter with emphasis again Knives, Legato, and Yuber // 100% Unhackable]

Those of you who met a little girl during the last experiment, who might have said her name was Tesla, she was not a little girl. She was my brother, Knives. He was looking for me and if you told him you knew me, [a pause] you could be in danger. I’m sorry, but any of my friends, even if you don’t know me that well, [even if you don’t know me] you shouldn’t leave yourself unprotected. I don’t know what he might be thinking or planning, but he’s never treated people I know very well.

Knives looks a lot like me, but with shorter and lighter hair. He also has a man named Legato working for him. He has blue hair and yellow eyes. Stay away from them if you can. If they come after you, call for help. They are very strong and have mental abilities that can turn even the strongest fighter into a rag doll. Please, do not go after them on your own.

[After answering the questions people may ask, Vash decides to work off some of this building frustration and anger towards his brother. He’s at the battle dome and he’ll be in there until he’s kicked out, finger bleeding, shooting at anything the simulation will throw at him without killing the targets. Feel free to catch him setting everything up or as he’s coming out.]

[Written]

[identity profile] letsplaysurgeon.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Yummy enough to share your deepest secrets?] And what if he doesn't stay away from me?

[Written]

[identity profile] letsplaysurgeon.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Not even for a Scooby snack?]

...Something he said may have led me to believe otherwise. [Of course he doesn't want to run out and wrestle Knives in the woods. He doesn't know what he wants with him, if anything. But your concern for the safety of others intrigues him. It brings a certain man to mind. It makes him wonder what Knives is capable of.]
Edited 2011-02-13 07:07 (UTC)

[Written]

[identity profile] letsplaysurgeon.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[No Vash, you're a plant. Should I stick you in some dirt and give you water and sunshine?]

I don't remember. Something to the extent that he would be seeing me soon.

[Written]

[identity profile] letsplaysurgeon.livejournal.com 2011-02-14 09:00 am (UTC)(link)
Nothing of importance, at least that I can think of.

The subject of mothers came up.

[Written]

[identity profile] letsplaysurgeon.livejournal.com 2011-02-15 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[He smiles to himself, wondering if that struck a nerve. He makes a mental note and writes.]

I don't mean to be rude, but you haven't answered my question. And this conversation has been...disturbing, to say the least.

[Written]

[identity profile] letsplaysurgeon.livejournal.com 2011-03-08 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[A long pause. Technically he's tucking this information away to be contemplated and used later, but it could also appear to be a horrified silence.] ...That sounds terrifying.

And this is your brother?

[Written]

[identity profile] letsplaysurgeon.livejournal.com 2011-03-09 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Yes he does. Because he's Muraki.] Are you just as terrifying?

[Written]

[identity profile] letsplaysurgeon.livejournal.com 2011-03-11 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
That's a shame. You seem like a truly kind person.

[Written] /Feels like such an asshole tagging this now that Knives is gone. x__x

[identity profile] letsplaysurgeon.livejournal.com 2011-03-24 09:26 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you for all you've told me. [He still has questions about Knives and just what the hell you two are. But he feels he's squeezed all that he can out of you for the time being.] Now it's time for me to go. [To be continued.]
Edited 2011-03-24 09:29 (UTC)

[Written] ;___;

[identity profile] letsplaysurgeon.livejournal.com 2011-03-24 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
It would be quite unfortunate if anything were to happen to you or your friends. ...Take care of yourself, then.

[And with that he shuts his journal and gets up to pour himself a glass of juice.