Action - Fourth Wall!

[goldenglasses]

[Vash had heard there were a lot more people here, but surely people must be exaggerating a little right? It must just be the start of the new feather cycle and there’s just a little more people here than normal. Right? Wrong. He realizes just how wrong he is as he heads towards the plaza for some groceries.]

Uh… excuse me. Pardon me. Um - could I get through please?

WHERE DID ALL YOU PEOPLE COME FROM!? And where are your wings?! [No really, why aren’t you falling over dead? Not that he’s not happy you’re not but… that’s not fair.] Ahaha…. do we even have enough places for all these people to stay?

YW-OUCH! Ow!! That was my foot! Please watch where you’re going!

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[goldenglasses]

Alright, lead the way. [As they fight their way through the crowd Vash speaks up again.] You don't uh... have wings under that coat by chance do you?

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[it doesn't take long to weave through to get to the side (if not all the way to where Vash wanted to be. The question gets a smile, though, as she stops]

Not the last time I checked.

From the way people have been acting...I"m going to guess that's not normal, around here.

[goldenglasses]

[At this point, Vash is just happy to be away from the crowd.] Ah... no. Everyone who's come here so far all have a set of wings. [He's going to avoid the comment about how losing them leads to death for now.]

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

Really?

Now I feel a little cheated.

[goldenglasses]

Don't they're not that great. Can't even fly with them.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[a grin]Okay...granted. Maybe not as fun as they look. But... still.

[a pause, watching him curiously]...you don't know me, do you?

[goldenglasses]

[Vash stares a moment or two. It's not like him to forget a face.] No, I'm sorry... but I should?

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[shaking her head, running a hand through her hair] Probably not.

[a quick smile] It's just been a strange year.

[offering a hand] I'm Jilly.

[goldenglasses]

Alright, then. [Vash smiles back and offers his hand in returns for the shake.] I'm Frank.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[and one eyebrow goes up] .....Frank?

[goldenglasses]

Yeah, Frank. Oh, do you think it's too plain? Some people think that until they hear my full name.

Frank Gombigobilla Blue Stradivari!

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[.....this has to be the same guy.]

[have a very amused smile] You sure there's not a Mel in there?

[goldenglasses]

Mel? Well, for you I suppose I could be~

Just call me Mel, short for Frank pretty lady!

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[a laugh] Frank's easy enough to remember.

[she'll just ignore the pretty lady part] So... did everyone here have wings before coming? Or was it more like a gift on arrival sort of deal?

[goldenglasses]

Gift on arrival. Even those that did have wings first have these now.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

...so what happens to their old wings? Do they get two sets?

[goldenglasses]

I'm not... really sure how it works. I know a friend of mine still has her old wings, but she doesn't have them out all the time, but I have heard people over the journals complaining about how they don't have their old wings. She might be one of those: Exception to the rule kind of people. She's also an angel so I'm not sure if that matter too.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

....

Well, if anyone should be an exception, I guess it would be an angel.

So why did we get missed? Seems there's a lot of people wandering around without them, now.

[goldenglasses]

I don't know, the people who run this place just seem to like to throw us curve balls all the time.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[a laugh] That sounds familiar.

[goldenglasses]

...it does? [He's not use to hearing that acceptance so easily.]

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[even without Paradisa, she's dealt with enough strange events that this barely registered on the weird scale.

At least, the wings alone. The rest of the Luceti package might be a different matter]

We're somewhere far from the world-as-we-know-it. Why would I expect anything to be predictable?

[goldenglasses]

Well... that's a good way to think of it I guess. It's pretty much right.