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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[dies-in-a-hit.livejournal.com]

[Be careful not to trip on the little guy. You might just kill him.]

[goldenglasses]

[Is that adorable looking dust ball... bouncing?]

[dies-in-a-hit.livejournal.com]

[Yes, it sure is bouncing happily.]

[goldenglasses]

Uh... hi?

[de-bel-kid.livejournal.com]

[You can't see this little guy. HIS HIDING SPOT IS PERFECT. A-and so many strangers and no mama or Naoya.

Yes, you can totally see him]

[dies-in-a-hit.livejournal.com]

[It makes a pathetic sounding whimper.

And are those eyes among all that fur?]

[goldenglasses]

You look like a nice little... uh, thing? [He squats down to get a closer look.] What are you? [Vash slowly reaches out a hand to brush some of that hair away from those eyes. While mentally chanting a: Please don't bite me, mantra in his head.]

[goldenglasses]

Uh, hey there little guy, are you lost?

[toasterciiide.livejournal.com]

Oh! Sorry!

[There's a toaster on your foot, Vash. WHAT DO.]

[de-bel-kid.livejournal.com]

[HOW CAN YOU SEE HIM?]

Y-yeah.

[Wow, you're tall.]

[dies-in-a-hit.livejournal.com]

[But it's a monster. A pathetic monster, but still a monster.

But it's not biting yet. Just giving a scared little whimper because of all these big things that might squish him.

But it is soft and furry and kind of cute.]

[goldenglasses]

[Ppfft, monster. It's your actions that make you a monster! Not your looks! Oh, so carefully, Vash pushes the hair away from your eyes.] There, now you can see a little better!

But what are you doing out here little guy? You might get stepped on!

[goldenglasses]

[Huh. No wings.] Do you remember how you got here? [He knows most people to Luceti don't remember, but that no wing thing is throwing him for a loop.]

[goldenglasses]

[Freak out. Naturally.]

DID YOU JUST TALK!?

[toasterciiide.livejournal.com]

Of course I did! Howdy doodly do. How's it going?

[de-bel-kid.livejournal.com]

[He shake his head.]

No...

[dies-in-a-hit.livejournal.com]

[And it bounces a bit more causing the hair to fall back in its eyes. Not like he isn't used to it, it just comes from being a ball of fur.

And have a little scared whimper at the mention of being stepped on. The poor little furfur doesn't want to die!]

[goldenglasses]

Poor thing is scared. [Vash holds out his hand, palm up this time.] You can understand me, right? Would you like a ride. I'll make sure you don't get stepped on.

[goldenglasses]

Ahaha... a talking toaster. [Oh god. What's next? Is this an experiment or has he just gone nuts?]

It's... going... okay. [Just got my foot stepped on by a toaster and I think I may be going nuts, but everything is fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.] How are you... uh, Mr. Toaster?

[goldenglasses]

[Okay, no wings or not, looks like he'll have to give that speech he hates to give. He hates it even more when he has to tell a kid.] Well, I'm afraid you've been brought to Luceti. Everyone here has been kidnapped from their homes to live here for a little while.

[dies-in-a-hit.livejournal.com]

[Well, it kind of understands. It knows stepped on is a bad bad thing that leads to dying.

But it will bounce onto Vash's hand. Never mind that it's bouncing kinda hurts a bit.]

[de-bel-kid.livejournal.com]

Kidnapped...? Why?

[one-eyed-zero.livejournal.com]

You're the giant here.

[dogtamer.livejournal.com]

[And cue a giant gust of wind blowing into Vash's face]

[Written]

[no-use-running.livejournal.com]