[Voice/Action]

[goldenglasses]

[As the day starts to move more towards evening Vash finds himself waking up just inside the tunnel system. For once dressed in his normal clothes, but of course Vash isn’t the lucky type. There’s just a SLIGHT problem as he fumbles his journal out of his coat pocket. He opens it and speaks calmly, as if nothing was wrong.]

Wolfwood, I need a hand. [He’ll explain what and where he is once you can put a filter up for him.]

Everyone… please don’t respond to this unless it’s completely private. [Who knows who might be stalking this entry and he can’t filter for you right now, but he needed to get home somehow. He was going to freeze if he got lost in the forest all night.

For those who’d like to run into Vash; while he waits for Wolfwood, he works on carefully feeling his way up and out of the tunnel. He doesn‘t like the way it makes him feel when he’s down there. It always makes him feel weak and empty inside. Once he‘s out he‘ll find a tree to rest against with his eyes closed and sunglasses on. Doing his utmost best to look as if he‘s just taking a rest while waiting for Wolfwood. No need to suspect he‘s gone temporarily blind, right?]

Comments

Are you sure?!?!

[notabluesbro]

[Vash, ye of little faith!]

Of course not—I haven't found a branch yet.

Oh god no.

[goldenglasses]

[He just groans. He really probably should have asked Meryl for help.] Are we close to town yet?

dun dun DUUUN

[notabluesbro]

[The next few times the cross shifts, it's slow and without the sudden surprise of getting towed into a jump-walk.]

Almost. Just a little further.

I'm guessing you want to make a beeline to the apartment?

[goldenglasses]

[That's MUCH better. Although he's still half waiting to be smacked in the face with a branch.]

Yeah, the sooner the better. All those stairs. [He's suddenly glad they only live on the fourth floor.]

[notabluesbro]

Well, you could always shuffle up them like an old dog?

[goldenglasses]

I'll manage.

[But there's something even more important!]

You didn't go through my room while I was gone, did you? [Someone is worried about his secret stash of "emergency" whiskey he keeps hidden, in a box, in his closet.]

[notabluesbro]

[You can hear the distant sound of village chattering, at this point.]

Now why would I go and do a thing like that? Unless I wanted to see if you had some liquor, or something... but hell, I have such a wonderful collection of my own.

[half-depleted now, but still]

1/2

[goldenglasses]

Liquor!? HAHAHAHA! Now why would I need that in my room when the bar is full of free stuff! HAHAHAHAHA!

2/2

[goldenglasses]

[And the laugh suddenly cuts off as he gets semi serious again.]

Did Meryl at least water my flowers while I was gone?

[notabluesbro]

Huh? Oh, heck if I know.

Given her responsible nature, I'd say it's... 50-50?

[goldenglasses]

Well, it's only been a couple days, right? [That's how long most other people are gone at least.] They shouldn't be too bad if she didn't. [A couple of those flowers were Rem's! So it's very important he takes care of them!]

[notabluesbro]

Yup, just a few—but hell, she probably did water 'em.

[SNICKER SNICKER]

It's good to see you're letting the ladies into your bedroom so frequently. I think it'll do you some good.

[Lord knows you've been a virgin for over 130 years.]

[goldenglasses]

[AHWeirhairheaiwhrae! HE KNOWS WHAT YOU'RE THINKING THERE YOU DIRTY PRIEST!] It's not like that at all!

[notabluesbro]

Ahaha, sure thing. [Totally leaving you there in the hall as he opens the front door and walks in. Yeah we're totally at the apartment now, at the door and stuff.] I never said it was a bad thing, y'know. Man up a little!

[goldenglasses]

I just want to be sure that my flowers were still alive. That's all. [Ah, home. He's going to try to feel his way back to his own room now.]

[notabluesbro]

...Flowers over women.

Meryl's going to be so disappointed.

[Closing my door on that note. 8Db]

[goldenglasses]

[Oh no! You don't get the last word! He shouts after you.]

HEY! I'm sure she's fine with it! Why would she care any-WAHHHHHHHHHHHH! [CRASH! Oh! Maybe you do get the last word. Don't worry! He's oooooooooooooookay!]